I have assembled the Mallocrest flashes in chronological order here (also see in menu), for those who are interested.
Here in the emptiness of time, where nightmares never end and the unthinkable confronts you day after day, there is no room for myths like the City of Light. A world ruled by a monstrous atrocity grown bigger than a city, her physical elements spread throughout the lands by her ceaseless hoard of servants, doesn’t allow for such a delusion.
Intensely aware of Enta harnessed to my back, unable to tumble for fear of crushing her, I dove forward along a crease of the Desiderasha and scrambled between two nodules the size of porgrents, knife and rifle in hands. The surface of the Desiderasha shuddered, and I turned around to see one of her giant siphons pulling back from where I’d stood.
Like a flea on a dog I jumped between her grotesque tumors, bouncing off their sides to get to the next one. We came across a smooth surface the size of a warlord’s court, one of the shimmery ones that looked toxic, a red ooze at its edge. The air rising from it stung my eyes, burned my nostrils, and made us both choke. I spat on it causing it to sizzle and smoke, so we had to turn back and find a way through the tumors to get around it.
We rounded the first nodule and nearly collided with a red Child of the Desiderasha. He reached for me, grabbing my shoulder as I plunged my knife deep into his throat and wrenched it back and forth. He let go and fell, but I heard many more growling, howling, and gibbering in their incomprehensible language.
I climbed a tumor shaped like a ghowat’s head and observed hoards of creatures coming our way, some just on the other side of my perch. I set my rifle and started shooting, the closest one’s first. I lost count, but I spent about thirty precious rifle rounds, and they kept coming.
“Dive!” Enta pounded my back as she yelled.
I launched myself to the side where the two largest tumors gave cover. The surface shuddered and bounced, a glance back showing me the Desiderasha’s siphon pulling back, a mouth full of her own flesh.
The hoard was close. I could hear them, and I caught flashes of color between the nodules. For a second I thought of cutting off a siphon for a bridge across the toxic area. Such foolish thoughts are born of desperation. Some desperate thoughts, however, bring new life. The hoard was very close.
I crept back to the red one I’d killed, dragged him to the side of the poison, and pushed him onto it. He slid easily over the surface.
I looked across, estimating the thrust it would take, and thought I could do it. I pulled him off and pulled him up from under his armpits. He was immensely heavy, a bolder his size would be easier.
I picked him up and took several steps back, then ran forward, thrusting hard at the edge to propel us across the toxic substance. I pulled my arms from under him and gripped the top of his shoulders. He hit the ground and we landed on top of him, though the toes of my boots scraped the surface. I pulled my knees up and dug my toes into his thighs.
His flabby skin crackled and popped as we glided toward the other side. I quickly realized we wouldn’t make it all the way, so as we slowed, I pushed with my boot, but it only slid, and my sole grew hot. We slowed to a stop a few strides from the edge. The underside of the red’s body melted into the Desiderasha. My toes were on fire.
I stood up on his chest, visualized my three quick strides, and stepped onto the surface. My foot slipped, pulling me forward. I lurched to keep my balance, horrified that I might fall on my back and push Enta into the poison. Sliding my feet to keep my balance, I glided slowly toward the edge, and stepped off.
Both feet burned and smoked. I pulled off my boots, melted through and ruined, my right foot already blistering.
Across the way, the hoard assembled along the edge, watching us. Several pursued around the edge. I crept up one of the nodules to look around. The end of the Desiderasha was only a pistol shot away. I picked a path between two siphons that would be difficult for either to reach. I slid down the tumor and ran as fast as I could, bouncing between the growths.
Toward the edge, the nodules smoothened out, and I sprinted toward the end. I saw the siphon coming this time, dodged it, and kept my stride, turning and sliding feet first to the edge, stopping on my stomach. I dropped down and surprised a few of the breadloaf creatures, sending them scattering.
I sprinted through the crowds of feeders, watching for the Desiderasha’s Children, but I saw none. I laughed. I’d drawn them off after all, if not as intended. I sprinted up the hill, and dared a look back from the top.
I sucked air, my legs shook, and I let out a dry heave.
“You okay, Enta.”
“Yes. Are you okay, Mallo?”
I laughed. “I think so.”
I noticed the red streams had thickened, and even as I watched they broke into more rivulets, seeping faster up the hill. The Desiderasha’s tunnels that extended over the hills swayed and stretched as if searching for something. My scalp twisted, I turned, and I ran.
It was well into the night before I found a spot far enough away from Children, spawn, and feeders for my comfort. Any I came across would be ignorant of the mayhem behind us, but I wanted a manageable distance in case a messenger got to them while we rested.
I expected they would hunt for us for days to come, but out here in the bleak wilderness they would soon discover the folly in it.
I unharnessed Enta, untied the blanket, and prepared the ground. I then lay Enta on the blanket and sat next to her. I tried to count my rounds three or four times, but dozed off during each attempt.
I sat cross-legged until sunlight woke me.
Enta stirred and looked up, and though her thin smile warmed my heart, I dreaded what I had to do next.
“Let me look at you,” I said.
I picked at the Desiderasha’s flesh, still clinging to her legs and middle. I pulled it away from her waist. She winced and frowned, her eyes glistening, but she didn’t complain. It peeled away, but some of the veiny worms reached down from the flesh and bored into her legs. I cut away the larger portions of Desiderasha flesh until only the worms going into her body remained.
I took off my tattered shirt and folded it twice, then draped it over her middle, covering her belly and upper legs.
She squirmed when I pulled on her breeches.
The worms formed dense clusters, boring into her feet and calves, then grew more sparse, ending just above the knees. I chose one higher up and pulled.
Enta squawked. “No, Mallo, no!”
“Be brave, Enta.”
She squirmed. “Nooo!” she screamed. “Leave it! Leave it!”
She sat up and pounded her fists on my arm as I held her leg firm and pulled. She screamed and pushed.
The worm released and I pulled about a finger length of it out of her and threw it on the ground a few feet away.
She stopped screaming and looked at me, eyes wide and mouth open.
“Okay?” I said.
She nodded. “Get them. Get all of them. Please, please, get them.”
Little by little I removed the invasive flesh, pulling carefully, each going tight, then releasing and coming out. I only had to dig out one of them, but it was shallow. Her lips quivered tightly, tears falling from her closed eyes, my Enta was so brave. She didn’t cry out, trusting the point of my knife.
She is too small a child to have to bear such things, but she will heal. Even now her wounds reject the poisons of the Desiderasha.
I was wrong about there being no room for anything like the City of light. For my beloved Enta, that beautiful girl who fills my heart with hope and nearly crushes it under the weight of my love, is my City of Light. She is the shining light in this world that makes all other things worth enduring.
With Enta tucked under my arm, all my fears, all my doubts, all my rage became intense determination.
Scrabbling through the filth of the Desiderasha’s viscera, I made a little distance from the beasts behind me. When the space widened and gave more light, I turned to get a better look. The Desiderasha’s Children, a blue, two reds, and an orange, crawled our way, the blue in the lead. I set Enta down and pulled my rifle from my back, but it was covered in torn flesh, some clogging the barrel. I slung it back onto my shoulder and pulled my forty-five.
I waited for a good shot to the blue’s throat and fired. He thrashed, then quieted, dead. The others put their heads down, hiding their vital throats, and continued crawling. I hoped to gain a good head start from the kill, but I would be lucky to get out of their eyesight. I picked up Enta and crouch walked until I found the edge of the low space and a way back into the corridors. The Children reached the widened area as I turned the corner and ran.
Two kazhashas sprang from an adjoining conduit, and I shot each one in the eye. One fell and the other reeled. I shot him in the other eye and ran by him, untouched. I recognized a tunnel and turned down it, hoping to get back to my pack. A green Child of Desiderasha appeared from a chamber and charged us. I shot him in the neck with the forty-five and he fell.
After I killed several more spawn and reloaded, I found the tiny alcove with my pack and the dead blue.
I was loathe to put Enta on the floor where she would touch the abomination, but I had nothing to put under her. I gave her a drink from the water skin.
I used a wooden needle to clean out the barrel of my rifle, pulled the small gun from the blue’s mouth, and collected the rest of my ammo, weighing down another belt pouch. My pack ruined, I made a quick bundle with a blanket. I folded in my ground treatments and a few supplies, tied it into a role, and strung two loops of rope on each end.
I picked up Enta, and she squeaked as the floor clung to her, releasing with a splatch. I grimaced and tried to stand her up. She wobbled as I supported her. Chunks of Desiderasha flesh, some thicker than her arms hung from her, her breeches punctured or in tatters where it had broken through and grown into her.
“Can you stand? Can you move your legs?” Her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed.
I let her go, and she wobbled, but stayed on her feet.
“I’m sorry, Mallo. They’re not mine anymore.”
I winced. She spoke as if they were traded-away seashells.
“Can we play lolly-loo?”
“Later. I promise.”
I created a harness from the rest of the rope, incorporating the blanket bundle as a seat for her, and I strapped her to my back.
The howls and screams of the Desiderasha’s beasts grew louder.
I holstered my guns, hoisted my rifle, and stepped into the passage. Two longsnouts trotted from one direction and three Children, two reds and an orange, howled from the other. The longsnouts being faster, I pulled my forty-five and shot each in the head, then holstered it and turned my rifle on the Children. Three shots in the neck. Three kills.
I ran past them, looking for one of the conduits out of this hellish monster. More and more of the Desiderasha’s creatures appeared, and after spending twenty or so rounds I started thinking about conserving them again. Instead of killing every one I encountered, I fled and reacquired them as I could, killing and picking my way around to find a way outside.
The beasts covered all the passages that way, and I knew it couldn’t be an accident.
I withdrew deeper into the Desiderasha, my prevailing thought to create a threat and draw them away from the entrances. I found the ancient halls and searched for the line of angry men, imbedded and grown large. When I found them, they scolded me as before, and Enta twisted my shirt and wailed.
“It’s okay. I’ve been here before.”
She quieted, but her grips held tight.
I worked my way to the gigantic woman who spoke as the Desiderasha, her lurid nose and mouth black as tar. I took the light kits from my pocket and dumped several of my small ammo into my hand.
A gurgle and hiccup came from the mouth. “My Children are coming.”
I could feel Enta trembling on my back, her face buried in my shirt. I bit open the bullets and poured the powder into a pile at the base of the wall in front of the Desiderasha’s voice.
“They will kill you.”
I emptied the oil from the light kits, splashing it up the wall.
“You cut out my flesh. You burn my voice. These do nothing.”
I spread the substrate along the base and around the powder, made a line with the filaments out from it, then squeezed the last bit of oil in the material close to the pile.
“You cannot harm me.” Her voice crackled. “Even if you killed this entire body, I am everywhere. The feeders and my children have spread my presence throughout the world, and it belongs to me.”
I picked up my rifle and checked to make sure everything was in place. I snapped the flint and jumped back. The filament flamed, the powder flared.
“Why did you invade me for a mere chunk of flesh?” She made a high-pitched growl.
The flame climbed the oil on the wall and the substrate burned, spreading both ways.
The voice shrieked. “Stupid man. You can’t kill me.”
I looked at her for the first time, her lips twisted into a diseased rictus, her eyes bulging and her stubby arms flailing.
“I don’t care,” I said. I threw a few more rounds in the fire and fled.
Outside, I shot several of her spawn and Children. They swarmed from every direction, forcing me to run as much as fight. I’d drawn them out too fast, or I’d misjudged everything. Either way, they would overwhelm me and wear me out soon. I found one of the spirals going upward and scrabbled about halfway up, not daring to go clear to the top, where the tube could grab us, and loathe to go back into the swarming corridors below.
Many creatures passed beneath, but the spiral gave me some respite, and I got my wind back.
“Can we go, Mallo?”
“I want to go.” I felt her playing with my hair.
“A little while longer.”
A longsnout’s head appeared around the bend below and snarled.
I shot him with my forty-five and he tumbled backward. Howling and roaring came from below. I scrabbled to the top of the spiral, hoping the fire had the Desiderasha’s attention so one of her giant crushing tubes wouldn’t find me.
The upper chamber was round and small. Two openings provided exits, one up to my shoulders and a smaller one to my waist, but I could hear sounds of many beasts approaching from both. I shot a red Child that came around the spiral’s bend, but I knew it was almost over. I had nowhere to go, and there were too many.
“Thanks for cutting me out, Mallo.” Enta’s arms spread across my back, giving me a hug.
“You’re welcome, Enta.”
I would go through three hells like the one I’d been through to cut her out again. I suddenly realized we weren’t done.
I stepped to the lowest part of the chamber where I could just reach the roof. I drew my knife and plunged it into the flesh, tough and as thick as my entire leg. I sawed an opening.
“Enta, when we get outside, watch for giant siphons, like the long nose of the rocomant, but bigger than… than a gobahr. Bigger than a sea worm. Understand?”
I turned my rifle on a stooped red Child approaching the larger portal and shot him in the neck. He kept coming and I shot two more times, but another appeared after he fell. More came on the other side.
I stopped cutting, went to a knee, and alternated shots on each side, then pulled my big handgun and shot two longsnouts coming up the spiral. More approached, and a hundred howls surrounded us.
“If one turns toward us, yell ‘dive.’” I cut a gash just wider than my shoulders, then cut a cross-line. I shot two more orange Children at the larger door, but another came in the smaller. I swung my rifle around, but he was too close. I ducked his swinging fist, brought my forty-five to the side of his neck, and fired. He staggered, and I shot him twice more in the front, then kicked him out of the way.
Children of the Desiderasha came in from each side. I grabbed the lip of the opening I’d cut, and with Enta on my back, I pulled myself up and through. The bright light of the sun nearly blinded me. I surveyed my position and located the closest edge of the Desiderasha, a hundred deformations obstructing the way.
I ran and picked my way between them as the giant hand of a red came out of the gash in the monster’s skin.
“Dive, Mallo. Dive!”
I’d just killed three sleemerins, Children of the Desiderasha with skin like tree bark. Spent three rounds on them, and I was down to eighty-seven. I rested in a tiny chamber, walls oozing yellow as if the Desiderasha’s own wound festered. I dared not sit down lest the wound consume me.
The Desiderasha’s mind haunted me less in the new sections, but they were in ways far more horrible. The eyes of the men knitted into the walls weren’t so vacant, aware of their demise, some with a look of bliss, some with a look of dread and despair.
At first I thought it was a ghost on the air, but the stagnation inside the Desiderasha allowed no breeze.
It was soft and distant, but it was unmistakable. My beloved Enta. The sing-song way she used to call me when she was too afraid to arise from her sleep bundle alone.
I stepped into the outer room toward the corridor, then stopped breathing to listen, but I couldn’t discern its direction.
“Enta.” Barely a rasp, like failing to speak in a dream.
“Enta!” I yelled.
“Enta, where are you?”
“I’m here, Mallo. I’m here.” Her voice carried excitement, but also confusion.
I still had no sense of her direction. I peeked into the corridor and the massive fist of one the blue Children smashed me in the face and sent me flying back into the small room into the wall. The puss splattered and covered me, my pack stuck in the surface, holding me, my rifle pinned. The blue was upon me before I could unclip, smashing me again on the nose and chest, targeting my arm with the knife, which I dropped.
I brought my forty-five up, and he caught my forearm with his fist, jamming the gun into my stomach and gashing the skin through the leather.
He came in for the bite—they always do—and I pulled my small pistol and jammed it between his teeth, shattering them, then fired six times. He bit down on the pistol and staggered pulling it away from me. I unclipped my pack, then bent to pick up my knife. He smashed me on the back, slamming my face into the muck. He fell on top of me and held me. Slime filled my nostrils, and I couldn’t breathe.
I flailed back with the knife, striking something, little time left before strength would ebb and I would be finished. I grabbed his wrist behind me, but couldn’t budge it. I lurched and jabbed with my elbows, but didn’t connect.
This close to my Enta, I couldn’t fail her. I put my hands to the ground and pushed, focusing all the strength within me to my arms I raised my shoulders and then my face out of the filth, then gave a final shove and a spin, twisting my body sideways. His massive hands slid to the ground, and I swung the knife back slicing through his jugular, his yellow blood spraying down upon me. He gurgled and grasped at his neck. I shoved him off me and finished him.
I could barely hear above my own panting, but Enta’s faint calls still came, more insistent now.
“Mallo, Mallo, Mallo, Mallo, Mallo.”
“Keep calling, my love! I’m coming to you. Keep calling!”
The bag was stuck too firmly to waste time with it. I cut it open, filled my belt pouch with the rest of my forty-five rounds, collected some light kits, and grabbed my water skin. I pulled my rifle out of the wall, picked up my forty-five, and sheathed my knife.
I searched corridors and rooms, her voice growing fainter, growing stronger, but I couldn’t get a sense of direction. A dark recess led me to places too low to walk. I progressed on hands and knees, soon having to crawl on my belly through distorted flesh, sour breathed beetles hissing and feeding upon it. A hand grabbed my arm, but didn’t hold, I could see no owner of it.
My breath became short, in fear for Enta in this despicable hell, but also for the stifling air. The darkness was almost complete.
“Mallo, Mallo, Mallo, Mallo.”
I sucked air sharply. Her voice came clearer, and I could follow it.
“I hear you, Enta. Keep calling.”
“Mallo, Mallo, Mallo, Mallo.”
Barely visible in the darkness, the shape of a small head lifted as she called out.
I rushed forward, scraping my head upon the spongy mass overhead, clawing and scrabbling. When I reached her, she raised her head.
“Yes, my love. It’s me.” I cupped her head to support it. “I came for you.”
“Of course you did.” She announced any counter thought as profoundly foolish as only the voice of a child can.
“I’m getting you out of here.”
I pulled a light kit from my pocket, squeezed the oil out into the tiny receptacle and snapped the flint. The filaments caught fire and took hold of the substrate, which glimmered, and for the first time in many long months, I saw her face. My insides glowed, and I couldn’t help a smile.
“Mallo, your face is wrecked.”
I laughed. “It’ll heal. Let’s get you out of here.”
I moved up alongside her and saw the worst. She lay almost half buried in into the surface, the familiar skin of the Desiderasha grown around her. I pulled at it and she squeaked.
The abhorrent skin adhered to her, boring through her clothing and into her.
“Be brave little one. I’m going to separate you.”
“Noooo, Mallo. I can’t.”
“I have to.”
“Be brave, my beloved.”
I’ve told you about the unthinkable things I’ve had to do in this abject hell we’ve wrought in the emptiness of time. This was the most unthinkable. I cut my beloved Enta out of the Desiderasha while I listened to her scream.
I cut gently at first to get close to Enta, but avoid her own flesh, but it seemed only to worsen her agony, so I dug into it farther away from her, with stronger and faster slices. Under the first layer the monster sent many thick, wormy lines into her, like tough veins, and they snapped like cutting through a brogwar’s tendons. Blood ran yellow and red. I cut without ceasing, afraid her screaming would harm her throat and rob her of oxygen, but too afraid to stop and not have the heart to start again.
I made the last cut under her foot and she came loose. I pulled her into my arms, my back on the spongy flesh of the monster. I held her and pet her hair, whispering to her that she would be okay. That I had her. That I loved her. She stopped screaming and quieted into sobbing.
We didn’t have long. Something big crawled toward us. Many somethings. I smothered the light.
Enta could not move her legs, covered in the Desiderasha’s flesh as they were, so I tucked her under my arm and scrambled to look for a way out.
Many horrors confronted me inside the Desiderasha. Every kind of her spawn patrolled her caverns. Some I’d never seen, like the things with heads made of one long snout full of razor teeth on short and stout bodies with round bulbous muscles that could either march upright or run on all fours. I had to kill one of them, but there were many porous sections where I could stuff a body or two.
I could walk through much of her, but many places I had to explore on my hands and knees or even on my belly, every kind of nasty creature creeping around me like the sewers of Drazhalan. I came across a chamber that emitted a single hollow moan from an unrecognizable creature that was stretched in all directions, attached to the surface on all sides, the red liquid running over it. A shiver ran from my ears to my bowels.
Many rooms had men and other creatures absorbed into the surfaces, half sticking out from random places, slowly flailing, seeming to plead for something through vacant eyes. They mostly didn’t respond to me, but I came across a long, wide hallway with dozens of them all in a row, and something about them twisted my scalp.
I believe they were all men at one time, but they had grown bigger with the wall, though the growth malformed them into garish proportions. They also seemed older, the Desiderasha’s skin joining them all together looked leathery and dry. The biggest difference though, I realized, was their eyes. They weren’t vacant—they were angry.
They yelled at me all at once, so I couldn’t understand them much, but they called upon the Desiderasha and told me to find my place within her. Even with their anger, they could not hide the intense prevalence of misery that was everywhere, oppressing me and thrusting despair upon me. They wouldn’t stop screaming until I left them at the other end.
I felt lost, the search unending inside this atrocity against nature, not knowing if I was getting closer or farther from Enta. I might have been inside the Desiderasha for three days at that point.
I believe the Desiderasha learned of my presence, perhaps from the line of screamers. Maybe they found a body. I had to avoid more and more of her spawn and Children as they searched for something, undoubtedly me, but I would not be prey to these vermin. I hunted them as much as they hunted me, killing whenever I had the chance instead of avoiding them.
A bloodlust grew in me. An overwhelming desire to kill every evil thing around me. I’d been so long without my Enta, and rage boiled stronger with every step that I didn’t find her.
While searching the caverns around the screamers a band of gitchspawn confronted me, thick, furry beasts with giant claws. I pulled off my rifle and picked them off one-by-one as they charged at me, six rounds, all dead center between the eyes.
These were the first shots I’d fired within her, and every kind of howl went up. Behind me came three bigsnouts, much closer, so I pulled my forty-five and took each one down. The heart was more effective for these ones. Ten rounds gone. Six rifle, four forty-fives. Last count had me at forty-one rifle rounds, fifty-three for my forty-five, and nineteen for the small caliber pistol. One hundred thirteen, now down to a hundred three. Enough ammo to trade for a house next to a warlord, yet wholly inadequate for the job ahead of me.
Roaring and yelling erupted from the direction the bigsnouts had come, so I ran the other way, jumping over the massive lumps of gitchspawn. A few more skirmishes with a number of creatures and I found myself in a chamber with fumes that choked me so horribly I fell to the ground.
I pulled a cloth from my bag and tied it around my mouth and nose, but I continued to choke.
Then the room spoke to me.
“Be calm, child. You are lost.” It was soft, but sounded like someone with the flu.
I looked around and almost missed her because she was so big, her form took up most of the wall and part of the ceiling, several armslengths above me. Her mouth and her nose were black, disproportionately gigantic for the rest of her, her arms were two stubs that hung loosely.
“Are you the Desiderasha?” I asked.
“I have her voice.” A sound like a snorting nose filled the chamber. “I can help you find your place. Don’t resist my helpers, they come to help you, not hurt you.”
“I’m not here to find my place,” I said. “I will never join with you.”
A grunt and a hiss came from her. “You don’t wish to participate in the glory of the Desiderasha?”
“There is no glory in you. You corrupt the world and do hateful things to it.”
“You are a sick and stupid child.” A squeaking snort. “By denying the glory of the Desiderasha, you are the one who despises the world. She fleshes out new life—”
“Monstrosities and lies!” I yelled. “You claim you give beauty to the world, but you bring nothing but ugliness and you corrupt all that is good.”
“Who are you?” Red drool dropped from her mouth to the floor. “What do you seek? Why are you looking through the ancient sections of my glory?”
“I seek my heart,” I said.
She moaned, like a ghowat in pleasure. “More light comes through in the upper levels. You will see better to find what you’re looking for.” She wheezed. “But it will be so much better if you would assimilate with me.” She sighed.
“I’ll have nothing of you.”
Her laugh gurgled without mirth. “It’s too late for you, child.”
The walls collapsed at a harrowing pace. I leaped for the entry, but it already closed smaller than me, and the ceiling was down just above my head. I could feel her breath upon my back.
I pulled my knife and stabbed at the closing. She growled and hissed. I pulled my knife through a foot and a half of Desiderasha flesh and pushed my way through, pulling my bag through separately behind.
I took off on a hard run, looking for a conduit upward, seeking the lighter areas she spoke of. I found a spiral ramp and crawled up the spongy floor. The light was many times brighter at the top, a large empty chamber, though many grotesque things twitched and flickered on the walls.
The roof split open with a violent tear. I fell back as one of the Desiderasha’s tubes of death plunged toward me. I turned and scrambled back down the spiral, the tube barely missing me, too big to follow.
I scoffed, realizing the real reason she suggested I go up.
I ran for a while, avoiding rather than killing so I could lose the spawn that hunted me and search again without interference.
Something else she said. I’d been looking unawares through the old sections of the Desiderasha, but an intense feeling took me that I would find my beloved in the newest ones. Every twitch of thought in my mind bent toward finding them.
Here in the emptiness of time there is no end to the monstrosities and abominations this hell sets forth. I’m used to the surprises of new depravities and ever deeper recesses of evil. They tell you—those who dare speak against her—that the Desiderasha will exceed your worst expectations, but the horror in front of me wracked my mind and spirit with such anguish as I could never believe.
The Desiderasha grew bigger than a city, a biomass of bizarre shapes and tumorous growths of many colors, favoring blue and orange, but also reds, greens, yellows, and more. Many growths reminded me of half-formed monsters as if she’d grabbed them before birth and knitted them into herself. Creases and folds ran through her, tubes like the rocomant’s proboscis extended out from all over her. Some reached for creatures around her, many hundreds came and went. She picked them up, and they screamed as the tube crushed them and sucked them inside. She grabbed feeders, people, even one of her Children. Many of her tubes pierced her own hide to bore into herself and dig out something living inside her, again crushing, killing, and swallowing.
The scaly rats of the Crusties crawled all over her, especially along the creases, attaching themselves or scattering like shambly roaches. Feeders gathered all around her, many parts of her made for them, like the bowl of flesh holding oozy biomatter that the skreepers dipped into. Parts of her were smooth with a toxic sheen that nothing alive went near, and around these trickled rivulets of red fluid, draining off her body, then oozing up the hills and outward, one seeping just next to me. Long arms nearly the length of her amorphous body extended up and over the hills like a rubbery fungus, making tunnels into which her Children crawled.
All over she quivered, twitched, undulated, and steamed. Stifling fumes rose up from her, and they burned my nose, the rancid excrement stench flooding my throat and twisting my stomach. I was not the only one to vomit onto the ground.
Voices, excited and fearful, chattered all around, louder than a town market, many of them to my astonishment were happy. As the Desiderasha shifted, deep groaning and wheezing came from her, hollow whistles constantly increased and decreased. Screaming was constant. Some from victims outside, but some muffled screams from inside of her.
She had many openings into her along the ground. Some were favored by the Children, some by the kazhashas and other spawn, the feeders seemed to stay mostly outside, but some escorted men into areas that seemed to pulsate with greater excitement than the rest of her.
This giant obscenity was the Queen of this world and had driven all forces of earth for as long as man can remember. Myth tells us that mankind desired her and called her forth from the abyss into nature to express their dominion and glory over the world.
I tell you, if man desires this, then man himself is the devil.
I looked down upon her and trembled. I could only stare and think, ‘Enta is here. Enta is here!’
I’ve mentioned the Desiderasha many times, but let me help you understand what this monstrous she-demon is. She claims to replenish and proliferate life throughout the world to enhance living experience and bring the earth to greater heights of glory, and anyone who objects to it are enemies of life and self-fulfillment. That is why the warlords never attack the feeders—the feeders fulfill the will of the Desiderasha, and to do damage to that would bring an army of her Children upon them.
Most of mankind believes in her and worships her as the savior of the world, but you have followed me and seen the nature of her spawn and her corruption. They try to make her sound majestic and wonderful, but the thing that I observed then before me—that is what she is. Remember her well, and don’t be fooled.
I checked my semi-auto rifle and my handguns. I didn’t know how to gain entrance without her knowing, but I picked a particularly misshapen knob with a large entryway, feeders, people, and a few spawn using it, but far away from most of the Children.
I could not kill the Desiderasha. I could never win a battle against her. I didn’t know how to find my Enta, or even if I could get her free, but I would not stop until I did.
I started down the hill, walking as if I belonged there, the crowd of endless diversity an effective cover.
A creature shaped like a round loaf of bread tried to wrap around my leg. I kicked it and sent it knocking over a vedom’s stack of rocks, causing him to bare his fangs. A look down the barrel of my pistol quieted him. A group of nine Children of the Desiderasha, reds and yellows, jostled through the crowd and neared the entry I’d chosen, near enough I could see the skin stretched over their heads out of place with their features. I veered left in search of another entry. The further in, the more the feeders seemed to react to me, a pure human being not belonging in this place.
I plunged into a big crowd of calaramites, feeders who looked normal, though their method of exchanging deenay is grotesque. Still they growled amongst themselves, knowing I wasn’t one of them. Brandishing knife and pistol, I stayed low and watched a few of the Children go by along the front, a green and two orange.
When I lost sight of them I moved toward a random opening, and I broke from the mob of calaramites. One of the oranges defecated at the edge of them and saw me. I pretended not to care and trotted toward a pririli tent, a large one they used to feed in private. Glancing back, the orange came my way, so I ducked inside.
About ten of the pririli huddled together in the middle, whatever they did, I couldn’t see. I hissed for their attention, and they pulled apart, long tentacles rolled up and snapped into the side of their heads. I pointed my pistol at them and motioned them to the ground with my knife hand. Other than a few strained grunts, they settled to the floor and stayed quiet.
I could see a vague shadow of the orange through the tent flap. It stood there for a long count, and I thought it might leave, but it suddenly opened the flap and poked its head in. With all my strength, I swung my knife up into its jugular and twirled it to scramble its throat. It choked and pulled back, but I grabbed it by the his arm skin, heaved him into the tent, pushed him to the ground, and stabbed him in the neck until he stopped moving.
The pririli chittered, getting panicky. I raised the dripping knife and hissed. “Stay quiet. No one enters or leaves until nightfall.”
They snarled at me, and I doubted they would wait for a ten count, so I wiped my knife on the ground, sheathed it, and stepped out of the tent, heading for the opening at a brisk pace. I should have done so earlier, for it seemed to cause less concern the less I lingered.
I stepped into the opening, some of the bread-loaf creatures waddled ahead, but they ignored me. I was inside the Desiderasha! I wondered how much she could sense the creatures inside her. The spongy tunnel walls pulsed and undulated with life, gurgling and trickling. In the distance echoed the splatching footsteps of some unknown creature.
I kept going to get as far out of sight of the killing that just occurred as I could. I slowed to get a better look at the walls, realizing with dread what I saw. Distorted shapes of men smeared across the surface, tufts of hair, distorted mouths, eyes too misshapen to blink, though they tried. Fingers, toes, noses and navels, the walls had absorbed and integrated them. I was loath to touch anything. As the eyes followed me, I wondered if their owners still saw with them.
Panic filled my chest. Oh, my beloved Enta. I prayed I wasn’t to late.
Roaring and screaming arose from outside. I was out of the line of sight, but I passed the little loaves at a run, heading toward the unknown horrors of the Desiderasha’s viscera.
I sat on an exposed knoll, managing my strength for the long trek and carving off the unspoiled pieces of fungus for a morning meal. I hardly believed where I was.
Here in the emptiness of time there is no end to madness, and the closer I came to the Desiderasha where I knew my Enta must be, the more the madness of this hell gathered in a demonic pilgrimage. Tent villages appeared and disappeared. Kazashas and other monstrous servers of the Desiderasha came from all directions. Feeders of every kind migrated in clusters, making isolated sleeping places more difficult to find with every night.
They devoured each other along the way, many not seeming to care, as if they were ruminants pulling grass. Screaming and sounds of misery continued day and night. I kept my highest vigilance, the closest concern being some Karpolites pulling along three grots, huge, hairy beasts with horns almost as long as a man is tall.
The worst were the Children of the Desiderasha. The day would come soon when I would have to face the ones tending their mother. They came through in bands or alone, all other creatures gave them room, but it didn’t stop them from pursuing and killing with no visible reason.
Formed like men—huge men—they took many colors, and they looked like their skin didn’t fit, drooping along their limbs, but tight across their faces, out of alignment with their eyes and teeth as if they wore someone else’s. They had little or no clothing, but they were neither man nor woman. Spawned from the Desiderasha, they had no need to be.
I have no shame in telling you this. They frightened me. With all the dangers around me, I watched for them most, staying far away from them.
There was no mistaking that this trail of madness led to the Desiderasha and my beloved Enta, and too much despair surrounded me to allow thoughts of her death to extinguish my hope. I only had thoughts of finding her alive and taking her away. The life of those intentions filled my bones and drove me on.
Two Children of the Desiderasha, a red and an orange, appeared from behind the grots. In one smooth motion I threw my bag on my back, got up, started walking away from them, and unholstered my pistol, hiding the gun in front of my leg.
They came after me, and my senses screamed. There were a number of the Children in eyesight, and if they saw me attack their brethren, they would swarm me. I picked out a cluster of tents full of bristers, feeders that strip the flesh off each other and press it on themselves until it grows in.
I broke into a sprint toward the tents. I had to get around them without getting so close it would spook them.
As I’ve said many times before, you must know the monsters of the land to survive them. Yet, the Children of the Desiderasha have always held great mystery. They could feed upon anything or anyone to gain fantastic strength no matter how depleted they might have been. It was said they especially craved pure blood, blood uncorrupted by the feeders, except for the most pure, which they reserved for their mother.
They came fast behind me. They would have caught me without the head start. I went on a dead run for longer than twice my rifle range. The bristers gathered at the close side of camp brandishing scythe-shaped blades.
I couldn’t see other Children, so I slowed and feigned a stumble. I turned on my knee, brought up my pistol and fired at the closer one, the red. It hit him dead center of his chest. Yellow oozed out, but he kept coming. I cursed. I needed every round for the Desiderasha. I shot him in the head. More ooze out of the center of his forehead, but he kept coming. My blood ran cold, and I dug my feet in as they were almost upon me.
The red hit me and took me down, jolting my bones as I hit the ground. His fist was a block of iron hitting my face and chest, my feeble blocking worthless to stop him. He opened his mouth and leant down to bite my shoulder, the smell of his breath like rotting fish.
I pushed and squirmed out from underneath, another blow on the side of my head as I pulled away. He grabbed my rifle strap. I yanked and it broke. I dodged the orange as it drove at me head first, his fist catching my hip, spinning me around to fall on my rear. I used the spin’s momentum to dodge another lunge and stand.
My head rang, my eyes dripped with blood, and I gasped for air. I pulled out my knives. The Children lunged together. I leaped over them, slicing the red on the nape. The knife barely penetrated the tough skin. They turned and came at me again, but I jumped away, then went in for a slice across the red’s ribs, the skin pulling loose and minimizing the cut. I was doing very little damage, but they slowed.
They split up and tried to surround me, babbling to each other in a language I didn’t recognize. I struck first this time, diving low into a tumble and coming up to jam my big blade under the red’s armpit. I felt the bone crack, and it roared like a tsheemaroc. I spun and dove before the orange could grab me, but he hooked my ankle and I went down, dropping my small knife. A fist smashed my back, slamming me into the ground and knocking my face into a stone.
My eyes blurred and my head foamed. I lunged forward and rolled sideways, both of them almost on top of me. As they came down, I drove my knife up into the throat of the orange one, giving it a ferocious twist as the red bit my arm and pummeled my side. The bite passed such pain into me, I screamed.
I pulled the knife from the orange and plunged it into the cheek and down the throat of the red, rotating the haft to scramble his throat. He released me and roared, shuffling away, and it seemed as though the searing pain of his bite penetrated farther as he went. The orange lay motionless beside me.
I forced myself off the ground, agony piercing my ribs. The red crawled away, leaving a trail of yellow muck. He screeched in fits, and I’m certain I heard him mewl the word ‘mother,’ the only word I understood. I dragged myself up beside him and plunged my knife into the back of his neck again and again until he fell to the ground, his head nearly severed.
I wiped my eyes and looked for my things. The fight had scattered my bag, my rifle, my guns, and my knife. Several new rips loosened my cloths, spattered with blood and yellow slime. My ribs felt broken. I couldn’t say how many, the pain was tremendous. I lost a tooth and my lips started to swell, and one of my eyes.
How many of these would I have to face at the Desiderasha?
I chewed some camaroo bark from my bag for pain, then added some strickle root to rub into the bite wound. The root itself was toxic, but would neutralize much of the virulent pestilence he might have passed to me. I’d add other remedies later.
After picking everything up, I surveyed the land. The bristers broke camp in a frenzy. Nearly all the feeders and creatures fled away from me. Except for five almost as far away as I could see that came towards me. Two blue, two red, a green, and a yellow. More of the Desiderasha’s children.
Fleeing away from the Desiderasha was not a choice, so I ran toward her and adjusted slightly in the direction of the densest cluster of fleeing hoards. I passed them all before the day was through, and I didn’t let up until nightfall.