The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1953

Chapter 1953: Breaking The Cradle (4)

Eos watched a mother walking with her daughter along the shore, not far from where the tree and the boy were transforming.

She was laughing with her daughter when she felt the first tendril brush her cheek. It was soft, like a kiss from a dream, and she smiled when she thought of her husband, but she was about to touch her cheek to wipe out what should be morning dew when she discovered that she could no longer move.

Her eyes moved around in confusion and panic until she caught a waving tendril that resembled a snake made out of wood and flesh.

The panic in her eyes turned to horror and pain as the tendril pierced through her left eye, and she felt it begin to slither all through her body. Luckily for her, she went mad before the pain could shatter her soul.

Her daughter, still holding her hand, was curious why her mother was no longer moving. She was five years old, and she peered upward to look at her mother’s face for answers. Eyes filled with wonder, the child watched, curious, as her mother’s face drained of color, of expression, of memory.

That wonder turned to fear when her mother’s body folded inward like paper, bones crunching softly, skin collapsing into the tendril’s embrace.

Even though she was filled with fear and began to cry, the child refused to let go of her mother’s shrinking hand, and so the tendril took her too.

However, unlike the mother that was devoured, the child was not killed; instead, like the boy before, she was changed.

Eos watched the girl rise, taller, thinner, her skin now translucent white, with her veins pulsing with stolen vitality so intense that her eyes were like suns.

She opened her mouth, and a thousand smaller mouths opened along her arms, and then she began to slowly walk through the nearest city, behind her, an ocean of tendrils followed.

The transformation spread slowly at first. One tree. One child. One mother. One city.

Then faster.

The glass oceans began to boil, not with heat but with hunger. Waves rose up as walls of white liquid that resembled the digestive juices of a large organism.

This wave crashed over islands and dragged entire civilizations beneath the surface. Those who drowned did not die. They floated back up changed.

Their bodies elongated, limbs multiplied, mouths blooming where eyes had been. They walked on the surface of the water now, arms trailing like jellyfish tendrils, calling to the untouched with voices that sounded almost like their old loved ones.

"Join us. It’s beautiful. There’s so much more in the silence of my embrace than you shall see in all your lives."

The corruption continued to spread, and Eos saw that among the first that were transformed, like the boy and the girl, their bodies were rapidly losing any fleshy aspect, and before long, they transformed into red crystals and were frozen in place.

After a while, these crystals shattered into storms of shards. Each shard became a seed, and each seed was flung into the air where they crossed the boundaries of space and time and landed on other worlds, moons, stars, and every heavenly body they could find.

From there the corruption spread across solar systems, gakxies, then universes, and it did not take long before the entirety of the Reality fell, and what was worse was that the Reality being affected could not even tell what was happening, because their minds had been frozen when the voice of Enoch entered theor hearts and they could only watch helplessly as their bodies and powers were twisted into serving this Will until finally their consciouness was consumed as well.

From these corrupted Realities, shards of corruption were flung out like missiles to those Realities that did not hear Enoch’s voice.

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