Shadow Chronicles; Legends of the Damned

Story by NecronisDraconi on SoFurry

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Evening all, this is my first series I'm going to make on SoFurry,

I got most of the ideas from my other series and books on Fanfiction.net, so if

you're read the stories by Titan of Chaos, then you might seem some

similarities. This could end up being a ten or fifteen part series, it mainly

depends on what happens from here on out. This is definitely a romance story

and it will have Mature rated violence and anthro dragons lovin on one another,

so be warned. Also, many thanks to Samuel Triago for being so supportive of me

in my first few months on this site.

If you want me to make a one shot

for you, just send me a PM and I'll see what I can do. Pretty much any ideas

are allowed, just be specific with what tags and topics you want in it so I'll

know what you want, but besides that you can be as vague as you want.

ALL CHARACTERS AND IDEAS ARE MY OWN!

Shadow

Chronicles; Legends of the Damned

Chapter 1

The Chosen

I awoke to total blackness with a

jolt, sitting upright and grabbing at the air around me, desperately trying to

grasp something, anything to quell this falling, almost empty feeling in the

pit of my very soul. When I realized there was nothing for me to touch but the

cold earthen floor, I calmed slightly, stilling my nerves now that I knew I

wasn't plummeting into emptiness. But how did I get here, and where exactly was

"here".

I

tried to stand but failed and crashed back to my knees. My legs were numb,

feeling nearly nonexistent, but when I rose again, they held firm and I stood

on shaky feet. Twisting my head to the side, I felt a pressure relieving crack

in my neck, like I hadn't moved in hours from my flattened position.

Experimentally, I moved the rest of my body to see if they'd respond.

After

a few moments of limbering my body up, I reassured myself that everything was

normal and present, yet something odd caught my attention as I looked around.

It seemed as if there was some source of light in this tunnel like room I was

in. But it was no ordinary light; it lacked the pure white color of sunlight

and the yellowish hue of a florescent bulb. It was red, outlining objects

around me with a faded crimson aura, similar to.... Night vision! I had night

vision! But no, it was different, natural even, like I'd had this ability my

whole life and I was already becoming extremely familiar with it. The rocks and

walls were becoming more clear, losing their red tint and looking more

naturally lit, like a sun was descending from the rocky ceiling, but the red

aura around everything remained, giving a kind of distinct blood red outline to

everything I saw.

I

soon pushed the thought to the side and focused on the more intriguing elements

of my predicament. It appeared I was inside a cave, but not an average cave

with stalactites reaching down from the ceiling and little stalagmites pointing

towards the roof, instead there were pillars of marble that connected the

ceiling and floor together. And these pillars seemed to be intricately

designed, similar to those found in ancient Rome, with elaborate figures and

creatures carved into the top and bottom slabs that attached to the ground and

floor. The marble the pillars were made of wasn't the natural tan or ivory, it

was jet black like obsidian, with a faded purple shade to it and that glossy,

ungodly gleam on its smooth surface. For some odd reason, they were all placed

in a perfect circle around me, forming what looked like an alter around me. A

single column stood in the center of the others, thicker and taller than the

others and appearing to have a dark purple aura emanating from it, reaching out

nearly three feet before fading into the blackness of the air.

When

I walked up to the center one and carefully glided my hand down its surface, a

bolt of cold electricity jumped from it and passed through my arm at an

agonizing speed, almost like water running down my arm. As it reached my

shoulder, it dispersed and made my arm twitch uncomfortably, and forced it to

do so until I grabbed my wrist and shook it violently. I looked up at the

pillar, and with my growing familiarity with my night vision, I could just

barely make out an oddly large symbol engraved into the surface of the column,

but it was extremely elaborate and expertly made, like it was carved with the

workmanship of a master sculpture.

Once

I could make out the symbol clearly, I realized it was a creature's skull with

two katana like swords crossed behind it, a set of demonic looking bat wings

stretched outwards from the skull's sides, and what seemed like a serpent's eye

in the center of the creature's skull. The pupil was a thin slit that ran

vertically through the eye, but also had fire reaching outwards towards the

edge of the irises. I soon recognized the skull's shape as that of a dragons',

with a bulky yet long snout and a mouth filled with serrated fangs and curved

horns that were located where the temples would be and on the back of the

skull.

Once

I had examined the symbol I decided to touch it again, and when my fingertips

grazed the symbol's surface, there was no pulse of icy electricity through my

arm which reassured me that it wasn't going to hurt me and I completely

flattened my left palm onto it. After a few excruciatingly long seconds of

nothing happening, I shrugged and tried to pull my hand off it, but my touch

refused to be severed and I was stuck to the pillar, jerking away from it

violently for several minutes but to no effect.

After

my eleventh attempt at ripping my hand free, I felt that same jolt of freezing

energy build up in the pillar, and within an instant it jumped into my palm,

but the agony was increased tenfold. A scream left my lips but a few seconds

into the cry I felt my throat twitch and contract, warping my scream of pain

into a roar resembling that of some demonic, unholy creature. I forced my mouth

shut and groaned, but that too changed, only it sounded exactly like the growl

of a wolf, but even more menacing and much deeper in tone.

I

felt my hand grow hot as if I were touching a stove top and more electricity

passed into my body, making my muscles contract and literally groan from the

weight of change. I could feel every strand of flesh on my body thicken and

grow, making my skin stretch to the point of being ripped off my body, and when

it did I roared once more, blood spewing from the torn veins and forming a

perfectly round lake of crimson on the marble floor below me. I forced my eyes

open to look at my blood and gasped as it darkened into a black, bile like

liquid, bubbling and steaming until a death like scent filled the air and

choked me to the point of blacking out.

The

blood lake twisted and rippled like something within it was thrashing around,

struggling with all its might to escape the black abyss. As it twisted and

bended with unnatural speed, the lake had warped into the shape of the symbol

on the wall. Nearly the size of the entire floor, the symbol rippled as demonic

laughter filled my head, echoing like a battle cry through the emptiness of my

pain stricken thoughts. The eye at the center looked directly at me and the

flames in it burst to life, reaching up off the black marble floor and burning

dark silver, purple and black, like the flames of hell itself. The skull smiled

and lifted itself off the floor, hovering behind me and solidifying into a real

dragons' skull. It opened its enormous maw and roared so forcefully it tore

away my very flesh, leaving me as nothing but a skeleton, but somehow I was

still alive, able to witness and experience every moment of this horrifying

ritual.

"You

have been judged." The

agony of my bare bones being exposed to such punishing colds and extreme

pressure forced my jaw bone to fall open in a high pitched cry for mercy, but

the voices only grew louder, making my bones rattle and the shrine quake like

the world around me was coming to an end.

"You

have been chosen." Now

the voices were in my head, making my teeth shake free from my skull and my

eyes fall out of their very sockets, vanishing into the black abysmal lake of

my own blood and when it sank beneath the rippling, trembling waves, not a

single shockwave from it could be seen, making it seem like it simply vanished

from existence.

"You

have been destroyed." I

felt another shockwave of energy blast through my body and literally blow my

arms and legs out of their sockets, and when my limbs touched the black lake

below me, they burst into dark purple and black flames, scorching the pillars

around me until they had molten surfaces.

"And

now, Samiel of earth... You will be Reborn!" Every fiber of my being, what little

remained, screamed to the heavens in pain, trembling so violently that they

began to crack, purple and black fire bursting from them and engulfing my

entire body.

"WHY!?! Why

is this happening!?!" I managed to wheeze even though my vocal cords were

nonexistent at this point of the ritual, or whatever this satanic event was

unfolding around me.

"You

are the Remn Ortif. The Descendant of the Dimas Hahde and you are the last of

your lineage." Somehow,

the terms this voice was using sounded familiar somehow. No, they were becoming

familiar, like experience with such people it spoke of was being channeled into

my screaming mind, literally giving me memories!

                My bones continued cracking to

the point of falling to dust, my entire skeleton was shattered into a million

pieces yet some dark force was keeping the shards of my frame from falling to

the ground, instead making them hover in place where they would naturally be.

Instead of seeing the yellowish bone marrow inside the center of my bones, I

saw pitch black and purple flames swirling around in the exact same place where

the marrow would be, completely replacing the tissue with demonic flames that

seemed to absorb the light around me.

                Suddenly, my chest was jerked

upwards and my rib cage was completely ripped from my body, the bone fragments

spraying in every direction but still leaving the purple and black structure

that lied within them. Another heavy jerk on my left arm and the bone fragments

were once again ripped away, revealing the purple and black flaming columns

that were now my bones. A few great yanks later, and my entire skeleton was

nothing but a flaming structure that silently howled in pain.

"We

will reveal to you your greatness, and the hidden power you have been blessed

with. But... you are young. Too young for the task ahead. The future will be

challenging and the sorrow you have yet to endure is far worse than any you

have ever experienced."

"What do

you mean?! I'm not great at anything, I'm a nothing! You're saying you're going

to put the power of a god in the hands of a failure!" My voice was now distant,

like I was listening to a live recording of myself from far away. The voice of

the power that now had me at its mercy was louder, deeper, so filled with

energy it seemed to flow from every word in to the very core of my soul.

"Ah...

but you are not as flawed as you believe. You understand your own fate as we

have foreseen it. You know that godlike power will be bestowed upon you, and we

have not even begun to explain such things. You knew in your heart, before your

losses, before your seclusion, before any of your perceived failures, that

there was always a greatness about you that no one, not even yourself, could

see. That you were destined for something impossible yet fantastic in every way

and that this destiny was going to change everything about you. You mind, your

body, your heart, everything was going to be changed and you knew it was going

to be for the better. This is why we have chosen you out of the thousands of

your kind; because you see the hidden potential within and you know that it was

given to you by beings greater than any from your world, and for reasons they

deemed righteous and pure."

"I can't!

You don't know what you're doing! I may be the angel you sent for but I'm also

the demon you fear, the beast that dwells within the shadows of my soul has

been taking control! For the past 3 years I've felt such malice for my own kind

that I'd rather see them burn them save them from damnation! Stop this before

you grant a monster the ability to slaughter as he always dreamed of!" My wails

of freedom were hollow, almost nonexistent altogether as the flames that

resembled my skeleton began to flash brighter and brighter, until it was

impossible to see anything anymore.

"You

misunderstand. This is not a choice for you to make. This is our final act

while residing in this plane of existence. You are our only option, and such a

dire action on our part is forbidden amongst our kind. You will bear the burden

of evil incarnate whilst controlling the very light that brought life to the

cosmos. This is all we will say, and this is the last you will hear of us. Now

arise, Adouro Tenshiado; spawn of the Ethernal Madrian, the Titan imprisoned

within a mortal, the hound of the elder gods and embodiment of Chaos itself! Frange

Onk Seev Kailite Liga Aomen Unyord!"

                Suddenly, the entire earth began

to shake, the obsidian pillars seemed to radiate an aura of cold that chilled

me to the depths of my very being. My figure shivered, quaking like it was

being strangled by the right hand of god himself. The runes that adorned the

boiling black floor began burning an unnatural red and purple flame, the very

carving rising up and off the surface they were engraved on and circling around

me like a demonic ritual, each one seeming to radiate a different tune of evil.

                I wailed to the heavens but was

only answered with more earth rumbling power that appeared before me in the

shape of that same draconic symbol that was engraved in the center pillar and

on the floor, but now it terrified me even more because the dragon skull in the

center of the symbol began to laugh in a low, almost growling tone. Its eyes

glowed like the flames of hell itself and as I gasped raspy breaths to try and

soothe my nerves, the symbol bolted towards me with the speed of lightning.

It

stopped a moment before passing through my flaming skeletal form and then it

shrieked, calling out to the other demonic forces that resided within this dark

temple. Its answer was the wails of a thousand tortured souls, all swirling

around me to form a cyclone of long, pained faces that had endured the worst

sorrows known to mankind. The cyclone tightened around me, closing in until the

faces were mere inches away from snuffing out the flames that resembled my

skeleton. As the thought of being blown out as a candle surged through my mind,

the faces began latching onto my ignited frame, wrapping around me until I was

a figure of agonizing screams and haunted faces.

                The demonic souls solidified to

form flesh and organs, even a layer of shield like scales, each varying in size

from half a foot long and a fourth foot wide to nearly three feet long and two

feet wide, but all of them were nightmarishly black, seeming to radiate

darkness itself and absorb what little light crept into the hellish temple. I

opened my eyes for an instant to witness my transformation and as I did a

large, almost liquid like silver pool of light formed in front of me and

flattened to become a mirror with rippling edges and a solid center that

reflected the horrific event that was befalling me.

My

face elongated into a scaly muzzle, my ankles and knees popped and cracked

until my legs resembled those of a canines', with elevated ankles and almost

ball pin shaped soles on my feet with four clawed toes on the front and a

single clawed thumb appendage at the back of the foot. My chest broadened and

thickened until it was almost six feet tall from waist line to collar bone

alone and four and a half feet from shoulder to shoulder. My total height was now

13 feet, with muscles evenly distributed along my frame and scaled plating that

was so hard it could deflect a 70 cm caliber artillery shell without even

knocking the wind out of me or denting the scales, yet they weighed nothing at

all, as if they weren't even there.

Every

fiber of my being was screaming at me as they were warped and distorted until

my body resembled an enormous twelve foot tall anthromorphic black dragon with

a wing span of nearly eighteen feet, and an arm span of 10 feet with a tail that

looked around three feet thick and eight feet long. Adding to the unnatural

appearance of the tail, a black Chidori Jumonji Yari, or a Japanese three

pronged spear, was attached to the tip of the tail, yet it seemed to have been

grown out of the tail somehow, not fused or bounded, but grown from bones and

flesh. The metal the Chidori Yari blade was made of was harder and more

resilient that titanium alloy at its purist and the blade itself was midnight

black and almost 3 feet from the base where it grew out of my tail to the very

tip of its demonic three blades, seeming to emanate the same evil as my scales,

yet the inner sharpened edges were a dark purple color.

                A midnight black pair of horns

jutted out from the back of my head, then curved so the pointed tips faced

forward, reaching almost to my cheek bones before stopping. Decorated with

ungodly serrations on the outer edge, the horns were about 2 feet thick at the

base and four feet long if you straightened them. My long and thick muzzle was

filled with serrated fangs that shimmered in the low level light of the temple,

almost beckoning someone to come and submit as my next meal. Three foot long,

shinning black curved claws replaced my fingernails and as I tensed my fingers

into a fist, they retracted to proportionately sized fingernails, except with

sharpened, pointed tips. Four thick toes attached to the front of my now canine

shaped legs, which seemed to be designed to taking massive amounts of impact

and propelling the owners at a blurring speed.

                My muscles thickened and

condensed, packing the strength of a body builder's entire body into every

individual muscle, making me feel so empowered that I felt I could fight a

thousand soldiers. When my transformation was complete, the demonic shadows

that held me in the air dissolved and released me, letting me fall to the blood

stained floor with a heavy thud.

As

my consciousness left me, I saw a white silhouette of a creature whose form

looked similar to mine, except much more feminine and graceful, like the lithe

figure of an angel yet combined with the attributes of a monstrous demon. It walked

out from behind the North facing black obelisk and lean against it, turning its

blank face towards me and looking directly into my eyes.

It

walked towards me and as its clawed feet touched the ground, small pools of heavenly

luminance spread outwards, slowly eliminating the entire shrine in warm, pure

white light. The figure stopped as it stood above me and then kneeled down with

its hands in its lap and its head mere inches away from my own.

"Adouro...

wake up... you need to find me... I'll wait for you at the Oklahman Aomen... Do not

forget your Siham. For I will never

forget you." Her voice was that of an angel, so harmonic and caring, yet passion

empowered her every word, like the things she spoke of were the truth and had

been a reality for the both of us for hundreds of years. Somehow, I understood

what she was saying, the foreign sounds that escaped her perfect lips soon

changed into a language I knew, as if I had been speaking it all my life.

"I will

always love you, Seev Neira Dealien." She just... called me her eternal love... but...

I don't know you... why are you calling me a lover when you don't even know me?

                The world began swirling into

darkness and my eyelids became impossibly heavy. As I was blacking out, her

face began to focus and gain features, the white silhouette vanishing the

longer I saw her. No! I had to see her face! I had to know who she was! I had

to... I... had... Megami... don't leave me...

And that's all for now ladies and

gentleman, hope you all enjoyed, send me a PM if you have thoughts you want to

convey to me personally, and don't forget to leave a comment on what you're

thinking. Thanks for all your support, and I hope this series gets a good

publicity.

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