Lover from the Dark Chapter 2 Rough Draft
Story by Dragonaut on SoFurry
Sam becomes hunted by a cosmic Predator for nefarious needs.
The feathered scaly-thing found it's way to the damp city streets and for the first time in eons, extended it's terrible wings. With the wing-span of a large bird of prey, it climbed air rather hastily. In a short amount of time the terrible serpent regained it's unnatural skill of flight, but later grew unexpectedly tired. It landed on top of a building with strange glowing symbols the eldritch reptile could not comprehend.
There was a cacophony of noisy creatures below, laughing and wailing in pleasure. Just then a ripping sensation was felt, the serpent fell back on the wet roof writhing in pain. The void calls for him, it thought. He needed to find and anchor to chain himself to this reality and not get swept back into the tide. Those damnable fools, what poor sad servant mortals couldn't preform even the most simplest summoning ritual. Still squirming in agony, the beast vowed to eradicate them all, once it was wholly apart of this world. With the winged thing's remaining strength it climbed on top of the edge of the miserable damp building. Slit eyes gazed upon the foolish mortals, with unholy, cosmic luck the demon snake sighted a soul capable of allowing it to tether himself to this forsaken sphere.
In a predatory fashion the creature peered closer at it's soon to be flesh life raft. Pale skin, black apparel and gray eyes like storm clouds, the prey stumbles behind another who is clearly leading him to the building with the strange glowing symbols. More pain reveals itself to remind the wicked thing of it's dire situation. It must get inside the chittering hive of damned souls, but how ? All of a sudden a thought slithered in it's mind, the terrible beast could take on a human form to infect this decadent gathering and further hunt his prey.
With a great flapping, the serpent lowered itself in a neighboring alley, ancient powers coursed through the once mighty being and took on an alien form so that it may pursue his prize. This new body had caramel skin, black hair with a pair of green feathers near the right ear, blazing emerald eyes and a perfect muscled jaw line. Tight muscles filled out a dark brown leather vest and black skinny jeans. Barefoot, the thing took his first step, it was awkward, he hadn't used two legs in eons. Not since he and his father ruled much of the jungles of this Earth. Each step made the old prince more confident as he crept closer to the entrance. Rhythmic vibrations joined with an overwhelming amount of infernal chatter. People starred with glassy vision, hypnotized as a god walked past them with no one saying a word as the figure strode in the house of leisure. The inside was a bombardment of sensations both confusing, but also greatly interesting to the otherworlder. Inorganic sound blared all around him as the mortal bodies grouped together at tables lining the walls or writhing together in the center as multicolored lights flashed and traced around the room.
Through the forest of flesh the ancient one beheld his prey, pale, thin and young. It was the only way to keep himself in this reality, nothing was going to send him back to the floating prison surrounded by endless void. The thing in human disguise picked up it's pace as it crept closer to it's target, slithering between bodies that got in the way. Unfortunately the creature's soon to be anchor to this world was not alone, but she was only mortal and was a nuisance at best. The prey and the distraction were sitting at a booth in a discussion that made the prey obviously anxious with a hint of excitement. Such was the curse of the ones that were sensitive to the cosmic influence of beings such as the reptilian horror that stalked him. Usually gifted artisticly or philosophically, they were also prone to mental illness, and fascinations of the macabre. This unfortunately leads to the receivers of elder messages from beyond to be used as tools for their dark designs. These minds that are so easily infiltrated are prized for their malleability and openness to the terrifying secrets the old ones gave them. The mortals' discussion grew quieter as the serpent approached, they noticed him but did nothing. The prey's anxiety rose like a grim specter surrounding the boy, it was palpable, tantalizing even, how nervous he was but also excited, he wanted the adrenaline rush.
The interloper got up before whispering something to the prey then walked to a different side of the room and proceeded to mingle with a different hopless soul. " Hello there," the divine alien said to the mortal human.
"Uh hi," the boy grew red in the face, straightened his posture and fiddled with his fingers under the table.
" I saw you across the room and I had to tell you how delicious you looked." the thing said with a deep, smokey voice. The boy's face grew even redder which made the cursed snake smile a toothy grin.
" My name is Sam," the human said appruptly and jutted a hand out for the elder god to shake. It eyed the hand, then the devious ancestor of unameable terror reached out with his own appendage clasping the prey's hand.
" You can call me Volti," as a surge of decrepped energy flowed in to Sam. The handshake lasted a little longer than usual as Sam felt a slight shock and pulled away with an embarassed smile. The Prince of Serpents for a split second, but for him took a lifetime savering the touch, how warm his skin and blood was. Damn those incompetent followers of his father's, bringing him here without fully tieing him to this plain of existence. Now Volti-Yig, Prince of Serpents has to humiliate himself by tethering himself to a human.