Thread: Curse of the Elder Gods (Kassy & Victor Kane)

Kassy Moon was 27 and sat in her off-campus duplex apartment with all the lights off except the glow of her computer screen illuminating her pretty face. On the screen was the title page of the dissertation for her ancient philosophy literature master's degree, ' Cunts, Cocks, and Cadavers , A retrospective on Pre-Christian sexdeath cults and how they relate to today's Rape Culture .' It was good there was no doubt, she'd sited several controversial texts and drawn correlations to the frat-boy coming-of-age rituals that enable young men to shuck off preconceived moral absolutes and go through with raping young unsuspecting women but something was still missing. She sat back into her computer chair, wearing only a small pair of pink booty shorts that had the word 'Juicy' printed in white across the ass and a flimsy midriff baring wife-beater so thin that the sienna of her arieola's could be seen through it. She began to let her hand drop down to her crotch, absent mindedly rubbing herself, a subconscious tick that she did when she was frustrated. The paper was good but she wanted it to be great, it didn't happen to have anything to do with the fact that her professor, Dr. Micheal Beam,phd was and absolute hunk and she had a total crush on him. It was then that a strike of lightning crashed down and made her jump in her seat, she hadn't remembered the weather forecast calling for thunderstorms but she might've been mistaken. She got up and walked over to the window and peered out, the sky looked relatively clear from this vantage, but the storm could be coming from the West. She didn't particularly like thunderstorms, they always made her uneasy, and with neither her roommate, insert namefaceclaim a Biochemical engineer working late in the lab tonight, or her Boyfriend, Hank Johnson the captain of the Montana State Timberwolves football team, currently at an away game here to comfort her she shivered with anxiety. It was then that the thought occurred to her, possibly because her father had been killed on a night that it was storming horrendously. Her father had been an archaeologist, which is of course what had inspired Kassandra to follow in his footsteps. Not the digging around in the dirt part of it, but the translation of ancient and arcane lost knowledge had been her passion since she was young and her father would show her long lost manuscripts he'd discovered. They used to sit up for hours on end slowly dictating the nearly untranslatable musings of extinct cultures. Upon his death, Kassy's mother had given her a trunk of his things and it now resided in the attic of this very apartment. Inside was an antediluvian Kandarian tome covered in human flesh. It was her father's last find and he'd only gotten the chance to translate some of it before he'd died. They were rituals that contained demon summoning incantations and sex rituals. Kassy straight bolted for the attic. The thin floor plan of the duplex had the living room containing only minimal comfort theme furniture, a plush couch, coffee table and TV while most of the room consisted of Kassy and her roomate's office desks and computers. Behind that was the dining room, where the staircase to the upstairs was located, and behind that was the kitchen with a half-bath attached as well as the descending stairs which dropped into the basement. Upstairs was a thin walkway with a full bath centered between the two master bedrooms. In this hallway was the drop down ceiling ladder which led to the attic. She reached up, and grabbed for the pull string, but her 5' 6 frame wasn't close to getting a grip on it. There used to be a hooked pole that was specifically for grabbing the string, but alas Kassy had busted it one night trying to kill a errant bat that had invaded her space. Shit! She exclaimed, looking around for something to solve her problem. Kassy walked into her bedroom and survey it, a stool she used mostly for hanging random clothes on would work. She pulled it out into the hall and positioned it under the attic door. She stepped up the first rung and the stool wobbled dangerously. Kassy gasp but steadied herself and continued upward even though her good sense was warning against it. She managed, first a knee then her foot and with both arms raised out like a tight rope walker, she rose up toward the 10 foot ceiling. From this vantage on the open walkway she could look down the stairs and the dizzying height gave her a strong sense of vertigo which made her head spin. Kassy steeled herself and reached up grabbing the cord, but as she gasp it, a massive and terribly close lightning strike occurred and the thunderbolt followed almost immediately. Kassy screeched, the blue flash of light blinding her momentarily she felt herself start to fall. Her mind reeled as she felt her feet go out from under her and she thought for sure she was falling to her death over the railing and down the 25 feet to the first floor below, but her grasp on the nylon cord held. However her dropping weight was more than the spring which held the trap door in place could handle and the ladder came spilling out with a loud clatter as she went ass-over-teacup onto the floor. Holy shit Kassy exclaimed breathlessly as she got back to her feet. Up the ladder and into the attic she went, like a child on christmas morning, adrenaline coursed through her and her pulse pounded with anticipation. The dirty brown steamer trunk was near the crescent shaped window toward the front of the house. She popped the lock and rummaged through her father's old safari outfits until she found the cloth covered package at the bottom. The light was poor up here and the cobwebs gave her the creeps, so she took the book and descended the ladder and then the stairs back down to the first floor. By then she was covered by a flop sweat and it dampened her white wife beater shirt until her nipples were completely visible but she was so excited she barely notice. She tore the cloth away and stared down at the grotesque brownish cover which was supposedly constructed from human skin. She ran her fingers over it, taking in the texture before opening the book. Inside between the ancient pages were a series of notes her father had written. He'd managed to translate around a quarter of the book before his fatal accident. Back when Kassy's mother had first given her the trunk, she'd leafed through some of it, but she was only a freshman back then and it hadn't held any real fascination for her, but now it had purpose and she hurriedly searched through his notes. She remember the only one that did catch her attention back then, and after few minutes of searching she'd found it again. The illustration on the opposing page was both terrifying and slightly erotic, a many tentacled demi-goddess clad in a cloak whose folds resembled that of the lips of the female sex organ. At the end of each of the tentacles was what appeared to be the bellend of male genitalia. She giggled at the idea of ancient pornagraphy and then turned her attention to her father's hastily scratched notes on yellow legal pad paper. ' Whorekotha the Motherflower, Seeder of the Universe, Bringer of Life and Death. ' Wow that's some 75 cent moniker you got there little lady. Kassy joked to herself. Unlike several of the other notes in the book this one gave no exposition explaining the text, instead it had a direct phonetic translation to the incantation on the page and without even thinking about it Kassy began to mouth the words as she typed them into her computer's keyboard. Megot Venusala Yehway...Megot Walbeth....Hegot Manicar Zelogh... Megot Venusala Yehway Matrue.... She chanted almost without realizing she was doing it. Suddenly the lights began to flicker, her computer screen blinked once and then again and Kassy tried to react, her fingers reaching for the 'Ctrl' and 'S' bottons but it was too late, the screen blinked a final time and then shut off with an ominousness yet familiar tone. FUCK! She screamed, tossing the Kandarian book to the floor and as she frantically tried to power it back up. Again the lights in the house flickered and Kassy's eyes went up to the ceiling, wondering wether it was the storm about to knock out the power or just some random power surge. I knew I should have bought a fucking Mac! Stupid fucking PC She cursed, but no matter how many times she tried the power button the computer was unresponsive. Her feet were nervously tapping the floor when she felt the book graze her toes, something wet slimed across her pinkie toe and she gasp. Had she spilled her drink? She pushed her computer chair away from the desk and looked down, but in the shadow of the desk she couldn't see anything. She reached down with her hand and felt the cool wetness again, yanking her hand back she pulled up her hand and it was covered in some black oily goo. Eww what the fuck? She exclaimed, standing up and starting for the kitchen to get a paper towel. She was staring at it and manipulating it with her fingers when she noticed that it seemed to be creeping upward toward her wrist. Wha? She exclaimed as her pace became hurried and she bolted into the kitchen. The stuff had gone from cool to warm and almost hot as she reached the counter and pulled a paper towel off the roll. She looked down and saw it was on her foot as well, not just her toes but it too worked it's way up to her ankle. Oh my God, what the actual fuck? She grumbled as she violently tried to wipe it away, but the stuff resisted cleaning and continued it's assent. Kassy reached for the faucet, turning the hot water on full blast, no no no no... She muttered, anxiety and fear starting to creep into her voice. Was this shit moving on it's own? She looked down more closely at it and saw that it's edge wasn't smooth like liquid but instead had started to form into some kind of tendrils which creeped up her forearm like a thousand little inchworms. EEWWW Oh MY GOD WHAT IS THIS SHIT?! She screamed, plunging her arm under the scalding hot water. Steam rolled off the water but she couldn't even feel the heat through what ever the viscous fluid was and she started to panic. She looked down her leg and it had almost made it to her knee, the tiny tentacles at its edge were more pronounced and she could see them moving with intent up her leg toward her crotch. Oh God NO! She gasp and turned from the sink and headed for the phone, intending to call emergency services. But as if the stuff knew what she was doing and decided to protect itself it stuck her leg to the floor and halted her immediately. Kassy let out a blood curdling scream that sounded like something out of a horror movie as her leg refused to be lifted. Her eyes darted from her arm to her leg as she saw its horrible progress, now at her elbow with the stuff below was nearing her inner thigh. HEEELLPPPP!!! She cried out tears starting to stream down her face. Her arm, now almost completely covered acted on it's own accord, reaching down and grabbing her shorts by the waistband, she looked at the alien limb with disbelief as it flexed and slowly ripped the fabric away, shredding her shorts. NOOOOO! She screamed as she watched helplessly. The goo growing up her leg reached her shaved pubic mouth and Kassy gasp, she saw it reer off her skin and form into a singular long black tentacle and writhed and seemed to almost sniff at her sex. Please God Nooo... Kassy muttered just as the thing struck forward slamming into the folds of her clenched vagina and burrowing inside her. It hadn't stopped there either, as she could feel her butt cheeks separating and it entered her asshole as well. The feeling of it invading her was both terrifying and for some inexplicable reason pleasurable. Waves of fear and lust rolled through her as she lost her breath. The stuff on her arm had made it's way up her neck and was encroaching on her mouth and nose. Her eyes bulged from their sockets knowing what was coming next. She gritted her teeth trying to stem it from entry but alas it semi gelatinous form wasn't dissuaded. Tentacles forced her lips apart and crept through her teeth and up her nose. Kassy heart was racing to the point she thought she may have a heart attack, her breath was coming in raspy jerking gasps and suddenly it stopped as the stuff filled her esophagus and stopped her airway up. NO GOD I DON'T WANT TO DIE THIS WAY! Her mind reeled as her body seized up and she began to convulse. Her vision narrowed in as blackness closed in her point of view and then nothing....blackness...numbness....Was this death? Kassy sprung up from her laying position at a loud noise, she was laying on the couch in the living room as the front door slammed closed from her roomate returning from the lab. Oh thank God it was a nightmare, I must have fallen asleep while writing my paper! She gasp, her heart racing and her face flush. She was covered in an quilt that was damp from her perspiration. Holy Cow you won't believe the dream I just had!