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Vladimir_Vladislav said:
Some snippets extracted from the diary of Judith Elisabeth Carson, the most gentle slave of Hexahedron (PART II)
Note: the last date in the journal, on the previous post, is written as "October 25th, 1945". Should have been "1942". A small typo.

Date: unknown

As I write these words, I am torn between two realms. I am at the table in my living room and in the realm of Hexahedron, at the same time. In my living room, my body rests in a comatose state, a tentacle covered in bleak slush getting out of my mouth and pouring black ink over the papers, in order to write the words that run through my mind. Last time I saw my mortal realm, it was October 25th, 1942. I don't know how long it's been since I entered the realm of my god... maybe an afternoon... maybe a year... maybe decades. Time loses any effect on you, when you allow yourself to be enslaved by Hexahedron.

Entering the realm of Hexahedron

The last thing that I remember was Hexahedron's limbs overwhelming me... They entered through my mouth and strangled my neck, and then, hundreds of other, smaller limbs, started to engulf my entire being, covering every inch of my skin, asphyxiating me. Now, I awaken on a narrow pathway through a forested area. I see a beautiful arch forward, built out of the limbs of my god. He welcomed me with such a charming entrance... although, I wonder... why am I back in my human, unaltered form? I've lost my tentacles, my black eyes, my dark essence... I want them back... I want to be once again, one with Hexahedron. Perhaps... my god is testing me. I shall see... I shall step forward through the arch and sink myself into the darkest pits of The Cube.

Wandering through the Contorted Woodland

The forest all around me is so beautiful... but this is no ordinary forest. Every tree is built out of my god's limbs, the same shining bleakness, the same aspect... of fish scales, the same smell of plague and death... the same fruits of pustule and pestilence... Unable to resist, I reach for one of those fruits, grab it, and take a bite. It's a taste of mould, rotting flesh, maggots, and poison. I savor every secon of it... and take another bite... then another... I devour the whole thing and then stare back at the tree, craving for more. I try to reach for another one, but one of the "tree branches" comes to life and slaps me across the face. I get back up... and I understand... I've been disrespectful. I kneel before my god, and thank him for his gift, then proceed to step forward down the pathway in the forest...

Passing through The Gate of Bleakness

As I kept going, his voice grew stronger and stronger. "Judith... come to me... come to me... I need you..." I yell to the sky: "I am coming, master! I am coming!" As he grew more and more impatient with my sloth, the ground below my feet started to feel like glass shards... like burning glass shards... It is so painful... I have to run... I have to be faster... I have to meet my master, right now!

As I kept running, I saw the pathway turning into a chasm, a set of stairs descending forward. The stairs appear to be made out of his limbs... as I finally put my feet there... my soles are no longer burning. I can feel the slush touching my skin... and I feel the comfort of the dark energy. As I descend deeper and deeper, I take a moment to kneel on the stairs and kiss the limbs of my master in gratitude. One of its colloblasts opened, squeezing a black, sticky substance straight on my lips. I open my mouth and taste it... it is the same taste of the pustule fruits... reeking of death... but ten times stronger... a confirmation that I am on the right path. I continue to descend down the stairs... after a few minutes, it is so dark that I am no longer able to see where should I place my foot... I just go forward, blindly trusting my dark master. With every step, I pray for guidance. And he listens. He is driving me forward. And, at the end of this narrow stairway, I see a circular light on the floor... It is a black circle, with a strange, white shine, glowing out of it. Without any hesitation, I step within this portal, and kneel, allowing my master to swallow me whole.

Embracing The Cube

For a few seconds... everything was pitch black... then... I saw them in the dark... two glowing eyes, staring down at me... they were filled with hatred and disgust... and I could feel my heart burning inside my chest, my ribs contorting and getting moulded into new shapes... It was a pain that was greater than everything I've ever felt before... I was in agony, and, at the same time... I enjoyed it. In a flash, the room around me was flooded with a dark blue light, and he descended upon me... Hexahedron, himself, the master of the Endless Void, the seed of the Contorted Woods, the future master of the universe. I could only kneel before him, in shock. My chest was burning and aching, and I felt a desperate need to fall down on my belly, from all the pain, but I couldn't... I had to spread my arms, revealing my breasts... and allow my master to take me. "I offer you my body, my spirit, my essence. Take me, Hexahedron, break me, mould me, contort me, tear me apart!" As I pleaded, I could feel that familiar and pleasant darkness filling my eyes once more. As I looked down, I could see my legs melting, tentacles growing where my feet used to be. Yes... finally... the great transition!

Becoming The Cube

The transformation cycle only felt like an hour to me... but who knows how long it took my god to masterfully craft my new appearance. Every little transformation, every single cell of my body that got destroyed... felt like a sharp sting into my skin... and every replacement felt ten times more painful... I could feel my veins and arteries, breaking from within, getting flooded with the bleak sludge, clogging them, turning my skin dark blue, and then green, and finally... black. All my limbs got replaced with his tentacles... and I no longer seem to have any control over them. My teeth turned black... and sharp like the fangs of a python... even my very hair... started to sparkle, to turn into a sea of tentacles. And every new limb that grows into my body feels like a tumor that drains me of energy... feels like a dagger, cutting deep into my ribs, into my organs. I scream in pain... at times, begging my master for mercy, but this only enrages him, causing him to push deeper, to grow another limb, and then another. I know that one day I will learn to get used to such a large amount of pain, and that's what drives me forward... Yes, master, one more limb, please... More darkness.... more slush... more scales!

His eyes keep staring at me... filled with disdain and a desire to punish me for my imperfect nature... I am a perversion that dared to step upon his creation... and I must work on my atonement...

"Do you see my wonders, humanoid filth?" he asked, his voice causing the entire structure around us to tremble.

"Yes, my master! Yes, they are... they are the greatest miracles a god could perform... they are the essence of everything..." I whispered... finding it difficult to talk, as my lungs were burning from inside, impaled by the scales that seemed to be growing into my blood vessels. Not only that, but my mouth appeared to be uncontrollably leaking the black sludge all over my chest, causing me to choke with every few words I spoke.

"You will bring me more... more mortals... more filth... more food to consume... more flesh to tear apart... more... A thousand filthy women... a million... a billion!" he shouted, impatiently.

"Yes, master... I will... bring them... to you... Their only salvation... is to be devoured by you..." I answered, feeling the pain of every word.

And in another flash, I was back in my apartment. Back into my disgusting, disfigured... horrible... human form... having hands... and feet... arms and legs... and blonde hair... why did you do this to me, master? I... I want to be like you! Looking around, I see my living room... covered in the bleak slush that I threw all over the floor and the walls. But the tentacles are gone... my master... where are you? The cube... the cube is still on the table... I touched it, in order to summon my master... And as I held it in my hands, I could see my transformed self, getting bitten and choked by the limbs of Hexahedron... But my master appeared hungry, and injured. I understood... I needed to feed him. I had to bring him more women. A thousand... No, a million. A billion!

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Very lovecraftian
 
Mikerytel said:
Very lovecraftian
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Yes, this series is strongly inspired by the mad cults worshipping Cthulhu in Lovecraft's writings (usually, the protagonists in his writings are more well-intended people that slowly lose their sanity). I went for a more twisted path... where the protagonist feels both horrible terror and pleasure when interacting with evil entities.
 
Vladimir_Vladislav said:
Yes, this series is strongly inspired by the mad cults worshipping Cthulhu in Lovecraft's writings (usually, the protagonists in his writings are more well-intended people that slowly lose their sanity). I went for a more twisted path... where the protagonist feels both horrible terror and pleasure when interacting with evil entities.
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Women can't resist cthulu :) most popular of the dieties
 
Mikerytel said:
Women can't resist cthulu :) most popular of the dieties
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Well, the Freudian themes are on the nose in my vignettes... the tentacles representing phallic shapes, masochism, the widow trying to replace her missing husband and all that. I wanted something somewhat more abstract than Cthulhu... while Cthulhu is actually hybernating deep in the ocean, and cultists try to awaken him, the Hexahedron is something more abstract... he's not really in our world... he's blocked somewhere in another realm, and can only peek into this world through the humans that he possesses through the cube. What the cube actually is might be discussed in future vignettes.

I have to admit though, there is something charming about Cthulhu, especially when you compare him to classic dieties. While Zeus would take a human or animal form, trying to seduce women all day long, Cthulhu just couldn't care less... he's not asking them out, he's waiting for them to awaken him... and when he'll awaken... there's a good chance that he won't even care and just burn down the whole planet and move on to destroy another world.
 
Snippets extracted out of the journal of Ludmila Obolensky, the peasant woman that came to be known as "The Whore of The Wicked Monk"

The banya in my village is a great place for us peasant women to relax and enjoy each other's company. The bathhouse in the other side of town was for men... well, for men and one or two whores they would bring there each night, to pound together. Us women, gathered in the banya in the northern part of town, not far from the decrepit monastery that towered over our little, God-forsaken settlement. At first, I was ashamed to display my own body in front of so many other women... but they encouraged me... They cheered me, encouraging me to remove my dress, then my undergarments, then the cloth I wrapped around my groin. Two of them, more mature, inspected my breasts and my buttocks, squeezing them and complimenting my looks, telling me that I am... "just the right thing". They've offered to massage me and to pour warm water on my body. A younger woman, Nadia, playfully splashed some water against me, teasing me and encouraging me to play with her. And we did play... but in different ways. For in just a few weeks, I went through my first orgy... along with six other young women. And we loved it. We didn't want it to stop. Everyday, we plowed in the fields and chopped firewood and cooked food, but we were only thinking about the banya.

Then, one day, when I showed up, the entrance to the common bath was locked. One of the more mature women told me to go into the backroom. I didn't know we were allowed there. She told me to strip and wait. I did as I was told, although I was very anxious and unnerved. I did not know what to expect. Then, I was shocked of what met my eyes... a rather large man, sitting on a chair nearby. He was bald and most of his face was covered by a thick, dark-brown, disheveled beard. He was wearing a dark robe wrapped around the lower half of his body, his torso being completely uncovered. Instinctively, I gasped and covered my breasts with my hands. I wanted to run, but the door behind me was already shut and locked. I started knocking and yelling for help, but received no answer. Turning around, I saw the frightening stranger staring at me, without saying anything. He was studying my body, but he did not step up from his seat. He did not seem... threatening... or dangerous... And, after getting comfortable with him, I realized... he was quite handsome...

I approached him. He placed his hand on the floor, in order to allow his body to slowly descend, and he sat on the wooden planks that started to creak. He invited me to take a seat on his chair. He asked me: "What do they call you, daughter?". Him calling me "daughter" is what made me suspect that he might be a priest... or a monk. I stuttered, trying to tell him my name. He seemed to understand. He followed his question with another: "You are ashamed of me... afraid... but aren't we all the same to our creator? Aren't we all souls made in His image? Aren't those masses of flesh that surround us just some shells... why be ashamed of the shell that you received? When we will get rid of our shells, we will all be naked. Nothing will be hidden anymore."

I did not know how to answer. He knew my every thought... my every question... and he answered them... almost as if he knew what was going to happen in my mind from seconds before... almost as if, he was the creek from which my thoughts started to flow. As I relaxed my muscles, he offered to wash my feet. Feeling a slight sense of guilt, I sat on my left knee, offering him his seat back. As he was touching my body, slowly carassing it, he asked me if I knew about the Khlysts.

The Khlyists... the evil, perverted, and insane interpretation of our Christian Orthodox wisdom, as our local priest put it. The ones that engage in orgies and self-flagelation, to atone for their sins... To learn to find these wordly things repulsive and embrace the otherwordly gifts of the creator. The ones that believe themselves to be all embodiments of Christos, our saviour. I looked at him, once again, afraid... and I nodded. "Do you want to enjoy your naked soul, the same way you enjoy your uncovered body?" I nodded once more. And before I knew it, he pressed his hand against my forehead. My hands were sitting behind my back... I tried to bring them to the front... but I couldn't. They were just not listening to me... They weren't tied up... they were just... paralyzed. I tried getting up and... my legs wouldn't listen.

The monk stepped out of the room, leaving me there, alone, struggling for a few minutes, trying to break free from those invisible chains... When he came back, he was holding a metallic, clinking strain in his hands... a thin chain... He told me: "For you see, my daughter... in order to truly see your naked soul... you must crack the shell open... and this is how we do it..."

He swinged the chain, cracking it against my bare back. I screamed, and started breathing heavily. I wanted to scream for help... but my vocal chords didn't listen... I couldn't form the words... the sentences... I could only scream... He struck me again... and I yelled: "Thank you, father!" I did not want to say that... I wanted to beg him to stop... but my tongue was twisting in my mouth... and I could not understand anything... Another crack of the chain came, this time hitting my navel. "Thank you, Christos, for my pain!". Another one, against my left nipple... the pain so unbearable, almost as if an arrow with a burning hot tip was launched into my chest. "I am you, Christos! I am your pain!" I kept shouting, madly... unable to control my mouth... One after another, the cracks of the chain flogged my thighs, my knees, my belly, my breasts, my shoulders, my back, my buttocks... and I was shouting a cascade of pleas towards my Lord: "Father! Daughter! Holy Ghost!". Followed by "Like Magdalene Mary, I am a whore, a whore reeking of sin!" And then, I yelled, at the top of my lungs: "Thank you, Almighty, for your punishment!"

These were the last words I remember... before I collapsed to the ground. And then, the final blow that struck me, and made me pass out... was a hot, burning touch on my injured, bleeding back. What I presume to have been... a burning coal.

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Cloning Facility Beta, on Planet Nusquam, known as "The Planet of One Billion Slaves".

Relatively isolated from the local governments, a clandestine mass-production facility, building slave clones to be sold to the highest bidders in other star systems. Completely automatized, controlled by an artificial intelligence.

Clones commonly live in cells equipped with two beds, a toilet, a broadcasting screen, and an education desk. Depending on their DNA design and purpose, they are separated into different cellblocks. In their day to day routine, training to become the ideal slaves, they spend their day in the training center, where they are trained to follow commands, obey, gain pleasure from following orders and being touched, they are conditioned to ignore self-preservation instincts, all while wearing thermal-regulation-minimal-coverage. These underpants are equipped with thermal regulation devices, that provide normal warmth around the crotch and buttocks. Moreover, shock collars are placed at all times around their necks, in order to punish disobedience. The little free time they have is spent in the canteen or in the common bathroom where they can shower together. The night is spent in the cells, each cell having two beds, a toilet and water-dispenser, a broadcasting screen, and a lecture station. Security cameras watch them as they stay in their cells, as they sleep, as they walk, as they eat, as they undress themselves, as they train, as they live. Everything is monitored, analyzed, and adapted.

The most disobedient ones are to be lobotomized and sold as minimal-functionality slaves for discounted prices.

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