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Chapter 1

"To think that I would hold her image in the palm of my hands...to think that I would ever be so lucky to experience such a blessing!"

Darkness has a way of creeping back into the world, no matter how clean and pure it may seem to be. Whether in the form of evil in the hearts of men, or the demons that permeate the very air that we breathe, it's impossible to guarantee that we can sleep soundly in our beds, free of the forces of dark magic.

In a place where such darkness is allowed to gather, this story begins anew.

"I've got everything I need to perform the ritual," Marcus never held such joy in his voice before. His brain was completely washed, his heart solely dedicated to the revival of the figure that his statue depicted. "As the blizzard rains on the world all around me, darkness will rain from the font of my soul and allow her to be reborn!"

His dedication would have been admirable, if it were to a cause that could benefit the world at large. Though he thought he was doing this for the other members of his cult, Marcus knew that he was being selfish on some level, hoping that using himself as the vessel for the ceremony would draw the favor of the spirit that was trapped in the statue.

Her face was grinning, even though she was permanently etched into a piece of stone. Those who lived in the time when she first existed always captured her with a sinister crook in her jaw, and those who had never seen her in a physical form believed that it was because she was a joyous and benevolent creature.

Those who were foolish enough to follow the cult of the dark mother were always blinded by the same lies that started her following in the first place.

"This little town has no idea what they're in for," Marcus was snide about his intentions, even though he knew what the fallout from his actions would be. The small, Alaskan city that was sitting on the edge of the Arctic Circle was blanketed in perpetual darkness that time of year, the perfect setting for the ritual that was about to take place, and the blizzard that raged on outside of his hotel room made sure that no one would be able to stop it from taking place, even if they knew what his sinister goal was.

They were all right on top of him; the city was contained within a single building, including the only hotel that Marcus could have stayed at, yet the civilians were none the wiser as the terrible snowstorm reacted with the beginning of the ritual.

Flakes that were already fat and wide became heavier and heavier, falling from the sky like pelting chunks of sand. Heavy thuds rang out over the building as the windows were pelted with magically enhanced precipitation, stirring some of the resting denizens awake and frightening the children that were enjoying quiet, peaceful dreams.

Nightmares that they never could have known were starting to come to reality as ritual oil burned back to the statue, placed in the middle of a small circle of enchanted crystals. As the only vessel believed to be worthy of the dark mother's resurrection, Marcus bit back on his fears and did something that took great courage, even if his heart was following evil intent.

He slammed his hands down on the crystals, palms wide open, and skewered his flesh upon their sharp points, adding his blood to the ritual oil as it burned up and fed the statue his very essence.

His soul was sucked out of his body as his eyes went blank, and the tiny figurine began to tremble before him, bathed in a whirlwind of flames and burning vitality. Though it was minimal, his mortal energy was enough to stir the soul of the dark mother awake once more, her essence proving immortal, even to the workings of those who had defeated her in the past.

Marcus had no idea what kind of mistake he'd truly made, as the flesh upon his hands began to wither away. His eyes could no longer see his skin as it sagged and wrinkled around the crystals, before his dissolving flesh sucked everything taut to his bones. Spindly and disfigured, they warped around the crystals with a foul series of cracks and snaps, until what remained of his carpal bones was reduced to yellowed dust.

The pattern continued up his arms as dark energy consumed the once proud muscles in his biceps, until even they were nothing more than lumpy sacks of hanging, rotted flesh. Elbows and shoulders were exposed to the air for the very first time, but Marcus felt no pain as the dark mother granted him her blessing for aiding her revival...that the blessing would only be the end of his pain as his life came to an abrupt conclusion was a backhanded reward at best, but the influence of evil was strong in his mind, and it held steadfast there, the last thing that he remembered as the very essence of evil consumed his mind.

There was no need for the body any longer, as the remains began swirling up into the growing hellfire. Tiny wisps of heat were swirling together into roaring flames, scoring every surface they drew near to as the statue wobbled from side to side, as if the dark mother herself was struggling to break free from the image of it.

Though that wasn't quite the case, Marcus succeeding in bringing the ultimate evil back into the world, unaware of what dangers were wrought by his actions. His disintegrated form was trapped within the statue, proving unworthy to hold the true form of the dark mother, but at her sinister behest, his remains were given new life and expelled from the face of the statue in a thick, black-red ooze, before the swirling flames danced upon it and gave it life anew.

Like tears of blood crying from the eyes of the dark mother, the foul mess would have fooled anyone into thinking that a murder had recently occurred in the room, with the body already disposed of to prevent any evidence. The carpeted floors became thick with the new Marcus as the last of the hellfire cooled against the steaming puddle...and it started to gurgle.

Marcus no longer existed in his own mind, the memory of him wiped away with the rest of his human remains. There was only the blank canvas of his soul, promptly rewritten by the dark mother and forced to take a new shape, one that no human had seen in centuries.

Most of the pool stayed the dark, horrid shade of reddish-black that it held to begin with, but from the middle of the ooze, a skeleton began forming upright once more, but human organs didn't populate the body that was being born. Strange, putrid growths took hold around the rib cage as flesh covered up the blood-curdling sight, starting out with a tone of pitch dark night.

"Fsss...sssst..."

The creature tried to speak, but words couldn't escape from a mouth that wasn't fully formed yet. At the peak of the skeleton, a tall, rounded skull became covered in flesh of rotten lilac, and tendrils began to emerge from around lips that were quickly hidden from the world. What started as tiny wisps of flesh, no larger than strings quickly grew longer and thicker, until four tentacles of full, prehensile nature stuck out from the base of the jaw, surrounding it completely and rendering it mostly useless.

The off-purple skin tone spread across the visible parts of the body, from the tips of long, crooked fingers to the valley of breasts that were starting to form on a formerly male body. With the youthful energy that Marcus once brought, the body of the creature took the same state, their forehead and arms wrinkled only due to the true nature of what he'd become.

All of her previous attempts to remain on the mortal plane had failed, but this time, the dark mother created an illithid from her willful servant; perhaps the most capable of the stable of creatures at her disposal.

A long, flowing cloak of onyx surrounded her naked form, born from the very same ooze that created the rest of her body. It was a perfect fit for the new illithid, the herald of the dark mother, reborn into a world that would never be able to recognize her appearance, or counter the magical abilities that she was born with.

Swirling clouds of amethyst gathered around the gangly digits upon her hands as she tested her new body, finding that she could still capture magical energy from the air around her as well as she did hundreds of years before, when she was last struck down.

The illithid was being given one last chance to fulfill her purpose to the dark mother, and with a new body to accomplish the task, she would not be denied.

Chapter 2

In a small, self-contained community like Whittier, very little escaped the public eye, and that which was able to escape rarely made it far before the rumor mill pulled things right back into focus.

In that capacity, the community holiday parties were a time for drunken revelry, and clearing the air was just part of the tradition.

"Be sure to drink up, everyone! They accidentally doubled our shipment of booze this year," Henry Underwood exclaimed to his friends as he poured himself another bottle of cider. "We'll be set all the way through the New Year's party!"

The main hall of the self-contained city was little more than a glorified cafeteria, but it could comfortably seat all 300 citizens of Whittier with little effort. Everyone could spread their legs and sit back at their tables in a large, open area, complete with buffet lines on the sides of a room that would have been terribly bland, if not for the inclusion of Christmas decorations on the walls and twinkling lights strewn across the ceiling.

When those lights flickered, no one gave it a second thought, knowing the winter storm that was creeping in with the holiday spirit.

"I told you guys that there were too many lights hooked up to that breaker," Basil Jonas was always happy to take a shot at Henry and his supposed handyman skills. "I'd bet you ten bucks that the next time the lights flicker, the power goes out!"

The Underwood and Jonas families were always good friends, leaving Henry to shrug off the comment; he even went so far as to pull out his wallet and leave it on the table next to his plate. "Not a chance," he contested. "Unless the storm is really that bad, I'm sure we'll have power for the rest of the evening."

Winds were picking up speed and snow was getting heavier, but Henry couldn't have known what was causing the increased precipitation. Things were going on that were far beyond the realm of his control.

The lights flickering once more and then going out completely was just the start of what would be a terribly long night for him, and the first thing he saw when the emergency lights kicked on was the wide, eager grin of Basil.

A quick, scratching gesture forced Henry to open his wallet and hand over a ten dollar bill, but with a roll of the eyes, he stood up from his meal and grabbed his bottle of cider. "I don't suppose you feel like coming to check the breaker with me?"

"There's no party down there," Basil reminded him. "I'll stay here and keep the crowds entertained for you."

"Because that's such an important job," Henry groaned. "I'm sure they would have done just fine without you."

"Better safe than sorry!"

Henry couldn't have rolled his eyes any further if he tried; he was getting dizzy from abusing the gesture as he made his way out of the community hall and down a hallway to his right.

A modern marvel if there ever was one, the self-contained city was set up like an apartment building of sorts, but the very middle of the building was taken up by the community hall, two stories tall and so wide that the entire city could gather there in the case of an emergency. Most of Henry's neighbors were already there for the festivities, but a few others decided to stay behind in their apartment style homes, celebrating privately, or with their own families.

For ease of convenience, each floor of the city had a utility room that only affected the conditions of the floor that it was built into, so that a water shortage on the first floor wouldn't drain the whole building, or that a power outage on the second floor wouldn't sap electricity from the third.

That meant there was plenty of room for error; it was easy for Henry to briskly pace to the end of the hallway, fish out a special key, and throw open the door to a large, noisy room filled with boilers, furnaces and control panels.

"Thank goodness we were smart enough to label these things when this place was being built," Henry could appreciate the forethought of intelligent design, especially when he was the one forced to read every single label on the circuit breakers, until he found the one titled 'CH.' "Just gotta grab the right key, flip this breaker, and everyone can go back to getting drunk and waiting for Santa to arrive."

Fiddling with his key ring in the darkness of the utility room was distracting enough for Henry to set his cider on the floor. Each sound was a little louder in the darkness that swallowed up the bowels of the building, providing an excellent audio camouflage for something to creep a little closer to him.

He was just flipping to the right key when the ring was knocked out of his hands. He turned his attention to the side immediately, but he was shoved over before he could defend himself.

"What the fuck?!" he yelled, but no one in the community hall could hear his frustrations over the sound of the constantly running furnaces. Even his own thoughts were drowned out by the industrial noises of the utility room, but when he finally looked up and swung a right hook at the stranger in the darkness, he was glad to separated from his internal dialogue.

It wasn't flesh, but a series of long, thick tendrils that took the brunt of his punch, and their flesh wrapped around his wrist and completely enveloped it, as if the monster was trying to consume him. He kept struggling and won his hand back, but thick, musty oil was covering his knuckles and dripping down the gaps of his fingers as he tried to crawl back and away from the beast.

His survival instinct was admirable; he didn't know that it was already too late to escape.

"Giving y-you one last chance, pal," Henry did all that he could to sound brave in the face of a literal monster brought to life, as he clenched his hand into a fist once more. "Get the f-fuck off of me and get lost; I'm warning you!"

Against the illithid, it was a hollow, meaningless threat. A monstrosity that was born in the self-contained city, it once went by the name of Marcus...but that title was far from having meaning anymore.

To call it anything close to human would be a stretch, but it worked with a level of intelligence that proved it understood human nature, as a second punch from Henry missed the mark widely. Another of the long, dangling tendrils from the creature's face caught Henry's wrist and held it upright, daring him to try and throw another attack, but the pinned human was smart enough not to completely trap himself.

He wasn't sure how he was going to escape from under the weight of the slimy, wrinkled creature, but he kept his left hand at the ready as it crawled further on top of him, its soulless, empty eyes gazing down into his own with an appreciation for the physical specimen it had captured.

Every thought in Henry's mind was hoping for the best and preparing for the worst; he could gather that the illithid was sizing him up, but for what purpose, he couldn't begin to guess.

"Look, I don't know who you are, or how you got here, but...these people don't deserve whatever you're planning for them," Henry did his best to regain his composure as thick, oily drool spilled over his chest, the puddles of slime easily melting away the corny, holiday themed sweater he was wearing, but somehow leaving his skin unharmed. "If you kill me, you won't escape here with your own life; just take yours and go peacefully, before someone finds us!"

Henry was too busy trying to think of a clever way to escape, that he didn't even notice the excess tendrils of the creature tickling against the insides of his thighs. Arousal was the farthest thing from his mind in that moment, but as his jeans evaporated under the same tainted slime that made quick work of his sweater, he started to see the bigger picture that the creature was after.

Her eyes were no longer focused on his own, and no part of her attention made it past his waistline as her facial tendrils wrapped around the base of his soft, withdrawn member.

"Y...You can't be serious," Henry gulped back a nervous lump and trembled as the creature began working at his cock; inhuman grunts followed the first couple strokes of his length as it refused to harden for her. "If that's really all you came here for, I'm sure there are plenty of willing, single men you could choose from...and maybe try asking, next time?"

Though he knew his message wasn't getting through to her, Henry continued to struggle with the illithid, only to find that his attempt at a sucker punch was easily countered by a fourth tendril. As two worked up and down the sides of his shaft, one held each of his wrists and kept him in place, and finally, the pain he expected seared through his arm, but it wasn't the sensation of a bite or a strangle, much as he expected.

Like the slow creep of a bee sting from the sight of the wound, Henry felt a tingle running up his right arm, and from the heel of his wrist, he could see such a tiny amount of blood trickling down that he wondered if it was all just his imagination. The pain continued to spread from the sight of the penetration as whatever pierced his flesh wiggled around and spread an infectious substance, but he was powerless to stop the changes that it brought; the effects were almost instantaneous.

You're not going to stop me, human. You should give yourself over to the dark mother.

Earning her reputation as a mind flayer, the illithid forced her way into Henry's thoughts, as if her tendrils could weasel into his ears and grab a hold of his brain. "Did I...did you just say something?" he asked, never having lost control of the voice in his head before.

Why, of course I did, the voice was creeping in from the back of his skull once more, carrying chills with it and leaving his neck in such an icy state that he lost all bodily control, even if it was for the briefest moment. You could never understand me if I spoke with my mouth, human. I have other uses for that...but being able to probe your mind means that I can do things for you that no one else ever could...

That the creature was still trying to tempt him with sexual exploits was baffling to Henry: it obviously didn't care about consent, or about the wasted efforts of its tentacles on his manhood.

"I don't give a damn what you're trying to offer me, you disgusting freak," his own tongue dripped with vicious words as corrupting fluids continued pouring into his arm like fluids from an intravenous feed. "I've only got one offer for you, and that's to get the hell off of me and leave this place before someone finds you and takes you out the old fashioned way!"

Such typical aggression...I expected better of you, human, that voice continued playing with the back of his mind as Henry felt a calming sensation wash over his otherwise frayed nerves. But that anger will help to you better serve the dark mother. Please, save it for another time...focus for now on turning yourself over to her.

"I am n-not going to do that," Henry's words became sluggish as his voice grew thick; he could even feel something bubbling around in his throat, as if his saliva was turning to syrup. "Don't care how I would, don't care what it takes...y-you're wasting your time!"

Henry's resilience was nothing short of legendary in the face of such a corrupting creature, and the illithid took note of his impressive will as she finally released his wrists.

Even with his freedom granted, Henry didn't try to squirm away as the squid-like creature moved down along the course of his body, settling her disfigured mouth right over the tip of his finally stiffening cock.

It seems that your body no longer finds this to be a waste of time, Henry. Why don't you give in to the pleasures of the flesh that only the dark mother can grant you?

Henry wanted to say something about his wife, and the way that she satisfied all of his needs.

He wanted to come up with some kind of witty retort to show that he was still in control of the situation, preserving the illusion that he could escape any time.

His mind, however, was coming completely unraveled at the behest of the illithid, and no amount of mental fortitude would save him from his fate as fresh arousal pumped into his length and stiffened it at the wide, open maw of the corrupted monster.

"There's...n-no..."

The effect of the transformative serum was so powerful that Henry lost his voice, and while it coursed through his veins like molten steel, his manhood throbbed heavily in the slimy, heated depths of the illithid's mouth. Already, his hardened flesh was contorting slightly and growing thicker with the power of the dark mother's corruption, and his skin was starting to bubble over with callouses that he was powerless to stop.

As a new map painted itself on his bare skin, Henry squirmed in the tatters that remained of his clothes, doing everything that he could to try and resist a pleasure unlike any he'd ever known. Each quick, teasing bob of the filthy mouth of the beast on his member sent a fresh burst of pleasure to his groin, and like a vessel for bliss, the corrupting fluids that filled his body spread his delights to parts of the nervous system that had never known such delights before.

The man could do nothing to prevent the changes that were already occurring inside of him, and no matter his resilience before, it was reduced to dust and blown away by the incredible feeling of tendrils tickling and playing with each of his testes while his cock was so perfectly enveloped in liquid warmth.

Extra limbs meant that the illithid could do things for Henry that his wife never could, even at her very best. It was an unfair contest, and with his entire nervous system under the control of the creature, Henry went rigid and felt the last bastion of his will crumble with all the ease of a sand castle, crushed under the weight of the coming tides.

Cum was already spurting across the eager tongue of the illithid as it continued working from the neck, enveloping Henry's transforming length with such plentiful juices that they were puddling between his legs, leaving at least a small trail of evidence that he'd been defiled, and in turn, defiled his own marriage.

That's quite a healthy load of seed, Henry. You're a rather virile male, the voice in his head turned to one of compliments and praise as excess yield spilled back down over his shaft and soaked the tender flesh of his sack, the white trails growing thinner and thinner with each relentless pass. You will make a wonderful breeding tool for the dark mother, once your transformation is complete...

Neat and narrow teeth were starting to spread in Henry's mouth as he tried to cry out, but a tendril gagged him and stuffed his throat in an instant, preventing him from alerting anyone of their current predicament. Though he would have complained about it before and even bitten the tentacle, his head remained limp against the concrete floor and stayed there, even when the naughty appendage began bouncing in and out of his mouth in a perfect imitation of his own member.

That particular part of his body was soaked through as the very last of his cum was sucked right out of his body, as if he'd been harvested for it. He couldn't rightly praise the creature for what she'd done for him, but even if he could, he'd want to hold off on that, just yet.

His mind couldn't grasp just much his world had been ruined. His thoughts were a dizzied whirlwind of lust and forbidden acts, with each member of his family crossing into the realms of fantasy in a way that he'd never imagined before; even his own wife, who he'd bedded plenty of times, was appearing in mental flashes that encompassed acts she promised she would never partake in.

Rather than question all of it, Henry groaned eagerly around his mouthful of tendril and continued drifting away with those fantasies as his limp, unfeeling legs were hoisted up by the victorious illithid. As Henry changed before her eyes, she couldn't help giggling in the back of his mind as she revealed a final surprise to him.

It will take a little while before your body fully accepts the changes that you've begun, she explained to him. Your purpose to the dark mother is yet to be revealed, but she's given me new orders on how to welcome you into our little family.

Henry knew nothing of illithids or their physical nature. He'd never even considered the heavy, full breasts that hung down from her chest, or the nipples that drizzled corrupting juices on his body as they swung with the efforts of her impressive oral skills.

Naturally, then, he'd never taken notice of the full, throbbing cock between her legs; the hermaphroditic nature of the beast was something he'd overlooked, and in the face of his transformation, it appeared that he'd have a couple new adjustments to worry about...