Queen Of The Dark (Dark Origins Series: Book 1)

"The Changing"

The sun eclipsed the vile harvesting of light now powering an unseen force in waiting.

The sacrificial stamina of beings that knew no pain in patience they did observe. Awaiting the order to draw forth the chaotic code that would eject them into the rain. The minute tapestry of their dominion excelled into a wanting complexity. It's biological realms grafting their souls into the flesh of their prey.

Within 3 days they would conquer their host.

A limitless usage of mobility rendered perfectly into the grasp of their withdrawn countenance. Masking their ambitions upon the shell of a human specimen, they mutated their insidious form beneath mortal flesh. Commanding its basic structures to transform to the obedience of their desire. Tendons, arteries, muscle entwined upon the venomous teasing of an alien substance. Crawling upon razor talons. Licking rapidly the cold union of greenish blood into a branded fire. A fire that strained of a feverish embedding. Harvesting the weakness into gentle troathes. Mutating it's molecular shell into the face of an angel.

Slitted eyes painted black peered through the now opaque colors of the human they would possess. Engaging the sight of a dual transitioning into a fierce biological changing.
Ejecting their premature death into flesh that stood upright. Balanced on the fingers of devil's. Masking there breath upon the whiles of a demonic trickery.

A slime induced moistness trickled downward, caressing its entire bodily form. Reacting to the vile restraining conclusion. Adapting to its surroundings in a panicked revelation.

Its skin dark and leathery. With razor sharp protrusions settling within sunken flesh. A false shell clingged to the exterior of its host. A painted perfect rendition of the mimicing beneath. Accurately infusing its deadly seed into a altered rendition of its new born domain. Deriving the strength induced caliber of its form in darkness. Incubating its host in the light. Preparing its richly unseen infusing. Transcribing it's volatile visciousness. Then slowly migrating in its return to a human appearance.

Unscathed by its prevailing wrath.

Taking shape as a cocoon that in silence renders swiftly. Until withdrawing its prominent blades in flesh into the darkness of its own. Now conditioned to obtain its altered mystery.

Keelys eyes slowly opened...

A puppet still unexcused by the fingers that now pulled her blood drawn strings.

A slightly different facsimile graced her hair and skin. Resembling her quaint attributes but seeking out that deathly touch that brought her into this new existence. Her hair a dull, lifeless sheen cultivating its youth in twisting spirals. Spider webs traced the follicle edges infusing night into the carriage of her constrained newness. A loose whiteness much duller than her original form had appeared on her skin. Plastered of a smooth inhuman touch. Dipped in an arctic chill it resembled winter in the form of a cold, bitter tapestry.

Dead and lifeless but beautiful and enticing.

Icicle chains twisted to the rigormortis stew of deadly adaptations to her new body now awakened and eternal.

She gazed at her hands as an artist gazes at a new creation. The light was a translucent heightening casting outwards now seen from an ocean blueness of her visual capacities.

She was made of a frightening darkness. A sister to the crawling creatures beneath the earth. Commanding the spiders and worms to worship her. To bow before her in the blanketing crescent of a brilliant moonlight. For she was now their queen and they her servants in a hollowed blackness. kissing her hand of razor nails retracted before the kill.

Bathing her within their depths of isolation.

Her children of a deadly loyalty.

Her scent was of a sweet newness. Enhancing her already insatiable attractiveness. Unresistable to mortal men, she channeled her beauty as a dagger to inject her poison deep within. Through lips coated with finite blades. Piercing skin and retreating to instill within the barren wound. Her kiss of darkness. Creating soldiers for her unseen army. Cultivating their inward wrath. Consuming the nectar of what they were to become.

Her eyes now peering into the shadows.

She laid there in total submission to the softness of her freshly crafted flesh. Her bed cushioning the perfect arching of the curves of her body. Alighting the total sensation of complete isolation. Preparing for forward motioning to engage muscles that now were trained differently then there original purposes.

There was no sound around her.

The house steadily maintained a silence that projected itself through each doorway.

She studied its structures as her eyes could now see through solid shapes. Displaying each pedestal of human perfection. She glanced around while laying cautiously on the bed.

The transitioning was not fully integrated beneath her new flesh.

Motor functions were limited, but rapidly progressing within a distinct listlessness. The gradual inactivity forging onward to the brink of its desired completion. As cells subdued to the black inner sanctum of newly tainted blood, she laid there continuing to observe her unknown surroundings. The Changing within her, expansive throughout her entire being. Marching forward in motion tinged myriads. Her DNA subsiding to the course of its new inhabitant. Its new joining of two worlds enclosing in oneness. Replicating and returning. Refining and redistributing. Her body was now a canvas of an inviting darkness. A tunneling concotion of reintegration in subtle nuances. Its alien realms casting new breath in coldness and flesh that transitions from life to death.

Her eyes closed gently within a sea of over whelming tiredness.

Their fiberous fingers within bathing the bloodshot intrusions of a demonic churning. Enhancing there bluish charms by the red sentiments of an unseen beast. Thunderous in their heightened sense of ocular defining. Twisting the gnawed flesh from within that chambered their hollowed union.

Drawing forth the new born abilities of Keely's redesigned anatomy.

Consciousness faded into a deep slumber. As the changing advanced rapidly throughout her sleeping body. A changing into the ravaging of a dark reshaping. Carpeting the vile richness of its decrepit creation.

To awaken gradually as a new creature.

In perfection suppressing the chained impression of human will. As nightfall became the hand she held as her mother.

And death retreated her identity into the shaping of anothers existence.