Everfont by Alexander Rob

Author:Alexander Rob
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781947966574
Publisher: WiDo Publishing
Published: 2022-02-22T14:55:47.363206+00:00

The Seeker remembered the day he was born.

He couldn’t even remember the name he had been born with, so much time had passed—but that first memory, that first speck of intelligence, was clear as day. It had been messy. Painful. Darkness, followed by blood flowing around him, and a sudden burst of light. After that, everything was a bit fuzzy. As a boy, he had been told his mother had died in childbirth, an event not uncommon in those days. His father had beaten him for it, nonetheless. Had told him if he hadn’t been such a terrible child, his mother wouldn’t have died.

The Seeker had been inclined to believe him. Surrounded by bloodstained walls and fingernail-scratched floor, he could still hear his victims crying out for mercy, their whimpers echoing through the halls. No one heard them besides him. They were so far underground the Seeker wasn’t even sure the gods could hear the screams.

He knew if his father could see him, he would have given him a good thrashing, maybe even killed him. “Your obsession with blood isn’t healthy,” he had said. “You’re a Healer, but that doesn’t mean you should use your power recklessly,” he had said. “Don’t cut yourself just to see the blood,” he had said.

The Seeker had tried to stop. Truly, he had tried. He wanted to be a good boy for his father. He had resisted the urge for days, and it built up for so long until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Then, he killed. He still remembered the first time. It had been in the slums of Aredine, a city lost to the desert several centuries ago. In the dead of night, he had gone looking and had found an elderly woman, half dead from starvation and cold. At first, she had thought he was there to give her some free drops.

How wrong she had been. Her death had gone unnoticed for days, and when someone finally said anything, no one had really cared. She had been a nobody. But the thrill of the blood leaving her body, coursing out of her veins and onto the Seeker’s hands, watching the color leave her form, had been a rush he had never forgotten. It reminded him of the day he was born. So wet, so disgusting—yet at the same time, exquisite and enlightening.

That moment had been the only moment the gods had allowed him to share with his mother. He had been seeking more like it ever since. Moments where he could bask in the gore, let it slide over him, so he could feel close to his mother once more. He was sure had she survived, she would have protected him from his father. She would have loved him, despite the monster he was.

His murders had continued from that day. Over and over, he lost the struggle within to resist his urges—and every time he relented, every time his hands plunged into the flesh of another, his heart soared as he felt closer to the woman that had died to give him life.

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