{"sf1_id":1783618,"sf2_id":"dmWXD5yn","title":"- Occult Lynx ~ Chapter 1 - (WIP)","author":"Lovelocked","words":1164,"posted_at":"2021-11-09T02:28:04.000Z","tags":["HMOFA","Horror","Human","Lynx","OC","Occult"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1783618-occult-lynx-chapter-1-wip","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmWXD5yn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3d/07/3d070b0e-3ed4-4ab4-86b6-3f1a3b814e25","description":"very much a work in progress like holy shit what am i doing  \nalso embedded links to art at \"cozy bar\" and \"fucking cursed.\"","content":"**_H_** _ello, Dear Reader_. I wish to tell you a tale. A love story. A tale as old as time. Of a woman willing to risk it all, and a man ready to do what it takes. Whatever the cost.\n\n \n\nBut you see, dear reader, this is not a tale that one may tread\u0026nbsp;lightly\u0026nbsp;upon. Our woman knows far more of the occult than she lets on; and our man? well... let's just say he has a... A _\u0026nbsp;sixth sense_\u0026nbsp;for danger.\n\n \n\nThey will plumb the depths of the\u0026nbsp; **_Liber Odit Videntium_** ,\u0026nbsp; **The Book that Hates**.\u0026nbsp;A\u0026nbsp;_vicious_\u0026nbsp;tome that will **\u0026nbsp;damn all** \u0026nbsp;who gaze upon its contents and grant\u0026nbsp; **generous boons** \u0026nbsp;to those brave enough to act on its instruction.\n\n \n\nThey will need far more than iron will and razor-sharp wit to escape their fates. So grab a drink, and kick back dear reader. Like any good book, it always starts at...\n\n \n\n \n\n**_Chapter 1._**\n\n \n\n**-\u0026nbsp;_Strange Bedfellows, and an even Stranger Book..._\u0026nbsp;-**\n\n \n\n_A stormy night, in a\u0026nbsp;[cozy bar...](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1783973)_\n\nThere sits a pair of friends, interspecies, slouched over their one too many drinks for that night. A hushed conversation was muted by the other patrons. The man in the gaudy sweater vest - more akin to an expressionist painting made of baby vomit - speaks up.\n\n\"What? What do you mean you're 'onto something?'\"\n\n \n\nOur doubtful friend here is one Anon Y. Mous.\u0026nbsp;A bible belt raised, god-respecting good samaritan who's always willing to lend an ear, and even more poised to lend a hand.\u0026nbsp;His escapades lie in more with his\u0026nbsp;seemingly\u0026nbsp;unnatural penchant for attracting danger, and his near-improbable gut-feeling for knowing\u0026nbsp; _exactly_\u0026nbsp;what's about to go wrong.\n\n \n\n\"I mean it, dude! I've actually found some shit that might bear fruit!\"\n\n \n\nAnd our foul-mouthed lass here is one Vivica A. Lynx. A long-time friend of Anon, and a longer-time secret admirer. Her maddening crush is only matched by her endless drive for the\u0026nbsp; **power** \u0026nbsp;that she so seeks.\u0026nbsp;Her encyclopedic knowledge of all things\u0026nbsp;hellishly\u0026nbsp;horrifying and\u0026nbsp;creepily\u0026nbsp;accursed might\u0026nbsp; _just\u0026nbsp;_save their lives.\u0026nbsp; **_Or consign them to a fate far worse._**\n\n \n\n\"Language. And after months of no progress? I'm not buying it. Who did you even get that book from?\"\n\n\"Anon, that doesn't even matter compared to what could be inside. Some of these are like, the\u0026nbsp; _real deal_.\u0026nbsp;_Realer_\u0026nbsp;than the real deal. I mean, I swear to god, half the shit in this thing\u0026nbsp;is written\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp; **blood**!\"\n\n \n\nHe shifts in his seat. She should already well know how he feels about this kind of stuff. It always made him feel...\u0026nbsp; _Wrong_. Doubly so when she might be _onto something._\n\n \n\n \n\n\"V, just... C'mon.\u0026nbsp; _Really_?\" Anon rubs the back of his neck; a “bad habit\", the sisters would say. “Why are you even tellin' me? I'm like, the last person you should tell.\"\n\n \n\nShe sighs. She knows. But she's out of options.\n\n \n\n\"I just...\" Vivian lets out a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging and expression turning despondent. “I-I need help. A lot of help. From what I've skimmed, most of em' are a two-person job, and well-- \\*scoff\\* I'm one.\"\n\n\"C'mon Vivi.\"\n\n \n\nHer nickname. Every time he says it, it makes her heart flutter. Makes her second guess what she's about to put him through. But she's desperate. Tired. No budging this one. No escape.\n\n**A fate for two.**\n\n \n\n\"Please. I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't dead serious. I need your help.\"\n\n \n\n \n\nHe bit his lip. There was a bad feeling, and then there was\u0026nbsp; _this._\u0026nbsp;The gut didn't feel like this the other times. The other times were easier, made sense in retrospect.\n\nThe “alchemical mixture\" back last march? Left for too long could release dangerous fumes. The blood sigils? Vivi forgot to staunch her bleeding and passed out.\n\nThis though? This is different. _This feels worse._ That feeling's telling him that that book? It's nothing more but a whole heap of shit ready to be piled onto anyone.\n\nShe needs help. Backup. A trusted friend ready to save her ass when shit gets dicey. _This doesn't even **begin** to explain how fucked up this could get._ He thought.\n\n \n\nVivian was sitting there, idly sipping her mojito, praying to any gods listening he says yes. She desperately needs him. In “both ways\", dear reader. Heh. Sorry.\n\nGive Vivian enough time alone and she starts to think. To reflect. And there's only one thing on her mind.\n\nThat book is\u0026nbsp;_[fucking **cursed**.](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1783977)_ The stench of cadaver and death sticks to that thing like maggots to a corpse. The penmanship is borderline unreadable, and the ink stinks of the tang of dried blood. Opening the cover felt like she shaved 3 years off her life, and every page turned takes a week.\n\nIt is a massive tome. Wrapped in a black cover that when gazed at, almost seems to be _undulating_. It is undeniably **_evil._** But the spells – good god, the spells…\n\n \n\nAn increase in riches. A sight to the immediate future. _Fucking Immortality_ . Dear reader, that book can do more than grant wishes. It can _rewrite your **fate.** _\n\nTame it? _Master it?_ You become **literally unstoppable**. **_Nothing can touch you._**\n\nBut if you make the tiniest mistake? Dear reader, you don't want to know what happened to the last owner.\n\n \n\nAnon clears his throat. Vivian jumps a little.\n\n \n\n“Sorry Vivi. My bad. Didn't mean to scare you.\"\n\n \n\nVivian sighs, one of many laced with an ever-present dread. She's been on edge since she got it. Lord knows she hasn't slept. It's getting late. People are starting to call it a night.\n\n \n\n“It's ok. Thanks. So?\"\n\nAnon balks. “Well, V, I just think-“\n\n**“Anon.** Please. H-Hands and knees, on the big man upstairs.\" She clasps her hands together, begging. “I **need** your help.\"\n\nHands and knees. If you ever had to get Anon's help in something, ask with hands and knees. A dirty trick, but she'll get what she wants.\n\n“I-I. I mean… Ok. I'll help.\"\n\n“Thank you, holy shit thank you.\"\n\n“But! And please, Language – but. You gotta help me with the kids come Monday. We're short-staffed and they really like you. Even if the sisters don't.\"\n\n“Yeah man, totally!\" Vivian sits up, like a massive weight was lifted off her shoulders. Another sigh; relief, yet still interspersed with ominous dread. She's nowhere near safe now. And she's roped Anon into what could very yet be a _very painful end._\n\n \n\nFar away, in a secret safe, away from prying eyes;\n\nThe book **awakens**.\n\n \n\n \n\n_Dear reader_, I said in the beginning that this is a love story. I'm sorry, but that is a half-truth, at best.\n\n \n\nThis story is a _cautionary tale_, who's only existence is to warn you to **_never mess with powers beyond your control._**\n\n \n\n \n\nYou will get your happy ending. Don't worry. I guarantee it. But they will have to suffer for it. _She_ has to suffer for it.\n\n \n\nDo you understand? Good. Every intro has a sister, and her name is...\n\n \n\n \n\n**_Chapter 2._**\n\n \n\n**_- It's only a deal when you shake on it. -\u0026nbsp;_**"}