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In a middle-class urban area of Emerald City, the sound of pencil on paper filled the silent room. After six months of furious research, Adam Rei thought he was finally making some headway on how to decipher ancient tome that laid before him. As a world leading expert at only the age of twenty six, he was preparing to solidify his place in history. The desk he was working on was littered with several dictionaries and reference materials. All of it was for the sole purpose of translating one of the most mysterious tomes in history.
As he focused on the task at hand, his black hair and asian features were apparent from the desk lamps. With his thin frame and flabby muscles, he ws not the definiton of a chick magnet. He was however very well off with his accomplishments and track to sucess. His current project had been an ancient tome that was found in a recently excavated archaeological site off the coast of Norway. There was much mystery and confusion from the discovery of the tome, being as it was written in three different languages, all dead languages. What was weirder was that the languages were all far older than that of the location. All translation efforts were being thwarted. It was something no normal person would devote six months of their life to do. Then again Adam Rei was not your typical twenty-six year old loner.
After university he got a job as a small time translator for a small company starting off. Eager to read and translate ancient text, he made his debut in the translating circles by completely translating old ancient greek papyruses. After that his resume had slowly expanded, all while translating documents for big time clients and books
At six foot three inches he was easily noticed and even though he tried his best to stay away from attention but he always was surrounded by people. He was good at his job, a little too good at it actually, as many of his co-workers would come to him for corrections, sometimes his bosses as well. Of course it was a lot of work but as someone who liked being alone, even if it was alone doing work, he was happy.
With all the extra work he’d earned a significant bonus as well. Most of his bosses were very happy to praise him, even coworkers let him get ahead for all the help he did there. Adam however didn’t want any promotions, so they gave him money instead. Money that he spent buying his one drug, books. All books from new books to limited editions were how he spent his time. He’d spent well over half his paycheck buying books and recently he’d gotten into buying limited editions and old collectable books.
In Adam’s apartment, there were well over a thousand books on various subjects, stories, and languages. Being a translator and lover of books, he quickly qualified to be a polyglot, using his love of books as the driving force of his passion. He of course never wrote it down on any of his resume’s since he didn’t know he qualified. No, he’d simply put top three languages that were in severe demand.
Six months ago, it was a Friday and he’d just returned home from a long day at work. In his bag, inside a secure container was the book that he’d taken the challenge to translate the tome. Eager to open it and begin trying to translate it, he rushed in and dropped his things off. On his desk he had various reference books and translation texts near him. He quickly cleared them off so that he could begin working. For the next six months he would research, translate, cross out, and then do it all over again.
However wasted efforts as he’d been the only one to translate the first two paragraphs! Even with the his ‘completes’ translations, it was still making no sense. What was even more confusing was that even though the text was a mix of ancient northern germanic languages, ancient Greek, and even archaic Chinese, they were written in what appeared to be a random order.
“FUCK!” he yelled out loud in frustration.
He’d just discovered another flaw in his translation.
‘I’ve used references from eight languages already, what the fuck is this book?!’ he fumed as he walked away to go and try to calm down. Laying down, he rubbed his temples to try and relieve the stress his project was giving him.
‘Okay, calm down. Let’s review. Its obviously locked in some code. Using several dead languages to lock it. There were several germanic words in both paragraphs, some archaic chinese as well, and some ancient greek references sprinkled through out its almost like the book was written in several sequences….wait…. It can’t be that. Could it?’ he realized with a major breakthrough was in the simplest of nuances.
With such a small detail he cleared slowly stared making his way through the other texts, slowly it was making itself clear. After this little revelation, he realized that he book was written as if it was in a cipher then put into another cipher, then written backwards, twice. Several hours later he’d finished the translation to one language.
Latin.
Since it was still considered a dead language and he was one in several hundred people who could read it fluent. As he put his pen down and read though it, he felt sick. At first he thought it was just a graphic torture description from ancient times. The truth was far worse than he could possibly imagine. The ancient tome was a codex of various dark rituals that were used in almost every ancient civilization. There were rituals raising forgotten dark Egyptian Nubians, berserkers of norse mythology, mad buddhas, fallen archangels and other monstrosities. Adam couldn’t stomach the level of detail and considered burning his translation so that it would never be discovered.
‘Do I really want to be known as the one who translated… whatever the hell that is.’ He thought to himself.
Getting up and walking away, he walked to the other end of the room and looked at the book. There was something dark about it, and it was as if the book now had some allure to him. It felt as if even although he was alone, there was a presence near him. He decided that he would think about what to do, to sleep on it. Before he couldn’t believe that such evil existed but… now he didn’t know what to believe anymore.
He he didn’t w what had to be done. He went back and grabbed the translation and the ancient book and took it to his kitchen.
‘FREE AT LAST!’ a low pitched scream echoed through his mind. Adam dropped to the floor as the sound reverberated through his skull. As if some force was trying to rip his skull into a thousand pieces.
‘YOU WILL BE MY SALVATION!’
Struggling to stay conscious as the thoughts again tried to rip through his mind. He crawled his way through the room to reach the stove.
‘MORTAL, YOUR ATTEMPTS ARE FUTILE!’
Anguish, pure and unadulterated anguish spread through his body. As if the very definition had decided to inhabit his body. Staying conscious was not even an idea, he just wanted it to end.
‘YOUNG MORTAL! I ADMIRE YOUR FUTILE BRAVADO. I WILL MAKE YOU A DEAL SINCE YOU RELEASED ME. BOND WITH ME! MERGE AND TOGETHER WE SHALL BECOME A GOD. JOIN ME! ASCEND TO GODHOOD! STRIP AWAY YOUR INHIBITIONS! WEALTH, POWER, EVEN WORSHIP WILL COME.’
Writhing in pain and anguish, Adam was foaming at the mouth. Although his mind and body wanted the pain to stop. His soul was resisting with all its might to fight and battle the entity.
A battle it was struggling with all its might.
A battle it was losing.
A battle it had lost.
-Six Days Later-
Eve Tores was sitting at her desk reading over a translated text that was way out her area of expertise. It had been almost a week since her boss had shown up at work and no one cold find him. His apartment yielded no luck and his phone was equally useless. She was always fond of Adam, we treated everyone with respect and although he liked to be alone, he was still friendly. He was one of the few bosses she had that was not trying to get into her pants.
She knew she was attractive. At five foot four inches, C-cup breasts, a well toned and tight body. She had what her last boyfriend used to call her, ‘the perfect fuck’ body type . She however did not like the sound of that and tried to hide her natural beauty through oversized clothes and no make up. However some people still saw through her disguise and continued to take a liking to her.
Depressed at the only person she liked going missing, she was at loss for what to do. As she checked the clock and saw it was time to go home, she received a text. Sliding her phone to unlock she became wide-eyes as she read it.
‘Eve, I need you to come to my house. Please, tell no one! -A ‘
Without any hesitation she immediately headed for her car and went straight to Adam’s place. Over the short ride there, she contemplated on what he’d been doing and if he was okay. Allowing emotions she didn’t know she had for him to cloud her judgement, all she wanted was for him to be okay.
As she arrived at his apartment and knocked on the door, quickly the door created open to reveal Adam on the other side. He’d looked haggard with deep dark circles under his eyes and was pale faced. Rushing in she cupped his face and asked, “Adam! What happened to you!? I’ve been so worried that something had happened to you!”
“Eve stop, please.” He said as he held her hand.
Frowning at his response she didn’t say anything, but in reality she was relieved that he was okay.
“Theres a reason why I called you here with me.” He smiled as he looked into her eyes.
“Oh what would that be?” She said as she felt her chest begin to beat rapidly.
Slowly his hands fell to her waist, as she didn’t resist. When they reached her waist he began pulling her close. Soon enough she could feel his breath on her lips and his hands firmly gripped on her ass. With less than an inch between them she could feel her heart racing with anticipation. Slowly her mind filled with sexual fantasies that she never knew she wanted to do until tonight.
“I need you to…”
Eve looked at him expectantly, awaiting for his command so she could fulfill her sexual desires.
“I need you to…part with your soul.” He said as she froze at what he’d said.
Without warning Adam pulled a dagger out from behind him and plunged the dagger straight into her gut. Shocked at the turn of events, she finally realized what was going on.
“Ah. I don’t think so. rairalsa.”
Suddenly she couldn’t say a word, let alone scream. Slowly she felt her body go cold and that death was near. The dagger that was in her gut slowly began to shine with a light blue shine.
“Ah got the soul, daila llsaana” he casted again, Eve’s body was now frozen, as if time had stopped flowing around her.
With the soul trapped in the dagger, Adam waved his hands and the ancient book appeared in front of him.
“Mirr Baruyan, sadisl du na ulsa nusa! I rinnul dha fuwasr ull dha ailllailaidin, nasra waidh dhair ruir eln sasreain irruis fresa ed nirr raina!” He chanted to completion. Slowly the blue shine on the dagger began changing into a reddish color.
“Its complete.” He smiled as he took the knife and reinserted it in the Eve’s gut. The reddish shine began to fade, slowly it could be seen seeping into Eve’s body.
“‘Haer’” He casted on her as he pulled the dagger out.
Eve’s body was now healed, the wound on her abdomen was no longer there leaving nothing behind. The only thing could be seen was her well toned abdomen. Slowly she began to stir, as if in confusion. Looking around she seemed to take in her surroundings until her eyes fell on Adam.
(Are we back my dearest?), she asked in an ancient language.
(Yes dear we are.) Adam smiled as he pulled he off the floor and into his embrace.
(I am still a little out of touch, it seems as if we’ve been forgotten.)
(We have, but that will make it all the more fun when we take over, I’ll never forgive those bastards for forcing us away from each other. I will have their souls tortured and flayed as I watch.) He wickedly smiled.
(Oh I know you will my beloved. Before we do that though I have a question.)
(Oh, what?)
(This… Eve that I am in, why is it she’s already horny when I’ve only just woken up!?) she yelled as she ripped the clothes off of him.
(Opps, I might have something to do with that.) he tried to explain.
(I don’t want explanations, I want you! Now!) she yelled as she planted her lips onto his and jumped into his arms. Not wanting to fall behind he quickly tore off her clothes as well. Swinging his arms underneath her to carry her, he quickly led her to the bedroom. It became a night full of two ancient lovers, reacquainting with each other.
Eserngo 