Into the Dark by M J W Harrington

Author:M J W Harrington [Harrington, M J W]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-07T22:00:00+00:00

Interlude 1: The Beast

Pain. Light. The sound of flesh, the beating of feet. The bond. The creature known only as the beast snarled out of some of its mouths as others ate at the stone itself, breaking their teeth, bleeding, reforming, digging, driving its body down, ever down, away from the pain of the light. Worse than the day cycle, the prey and the brother had caged it in the light. The beast hated the light, hated the prey, hated the brother. It burned, it screamed. They ran. It dug. The burning claimed flesh that immediately began to regenerate, constantly burning, constantly dying and being reborn. Somewhere deep within a small voice asked if they could finally stop, finally die, but the darkness enveloped everything, even while the light drove it away. Time passed, but in the millennia of pain and light, time had long lost meaning. The pain though, the pain had not. No matter how many times the beast attempted to endure the day cycle, the light burned too much all the same. Sometimes prey wandered in, and the beast found moments of joy and satisfaction in pulling their flesh apart, feeding on their fear and torment, but it was never enough. Nor could the beast leave, pulled inexorably back to its other half.

The madness came, or perhaps it had never left, the prey came, but hid away, behind the light, behind the day, never stopping to be consumed. Then more prey, delicious, weak. Then the brother came, met the prey. The prey lived, the brother lived, the brother claimed its other half and then the brother ran. Did it not feel the call to become whole? To consume as it was consumed? Did it claim the prey for its own? How could the brother not share, not become whole? The beast’s many maws roared with frustration and continued digging as the floor slowly but steadily gave way to it. The more the beast dug, the less the light burned. The brother was further away now, the pain immeasurable. It would see. It would feel. Time had no meaning. Only the hunger and the darkness mattered. Eventually the brother would see. It continued to dig, inch by inch..

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