Unholy Creation (EN)

Prologue

Slowly opening your eyes, unraveling your eyelashes that are clearly trying to keep you asleep for five more minutes, you feel the warmth surrounding you. Before your eyes could focus enough to describe your surroundings, a mix of smells hit your nose. A slightly too sweet vanilla scent mixed with the slightly suffocating smoke of the hearth scratched the back of your throat, forcing you to cough.

- Oh, good morning. How was your nap? - The man's voice sounded familiar, echoing through the eerie room. It created an impression in the back of your mind, similar to when you walk into a room only to forget what you came here for.

However, the shock of the stranger's sudden announcement of his presence, coupled with the tickle in your throat, were exactly what your eyes needed to finally wake up from their slumber and assess your surroundings. The red soft material from which the chair you are sitting on seemed to wrap your whole body, almost drawing you into its interior. The fireplace in which the fire was burning from which the warmth was beating and the pleasantly irritating smell came from gently illuminated the room. The frames on the walls and shelves were close enough to tell that they weren't empty, but it was hard to tell exactly what was in them. The next thing that caught your attention was the number of books on the shelves. Slightly rising from the backrest to look around, your shoes shuffled lightly on the red, quite rough, but still well fitting carpet.

The whole room looked cozy and elegant at the same time. Browns and reds gently wrapped in the warm light from the fireplace gave a sense of security, but at the same time the number of books, the desk that stood against the wall and the second armchair standing opposite made you feel like in someone's office. It was in this second chair that the owner of the mysterious voice sat.

There was a book in his lap, but his eyes were fixed on you. - Relax, now we should have enough peace to begin. I assure you that you are in good hands. - Many questions appeared in your head, but trying to cough up any of them only irritated your throat more giving you more trouble.

- Don't overwork yourself, there will be time for everything, including questions, and now - the man sat down more comfortably in the chair, adjusting the book so that you can easily see its contents - how about I tell you a story? It is true that these are not the conditions in which I usually work, but it should be enough for us. I hope you don't mind. So make yourself comfortable and please let me know if you need anything.

Everything happens in a completely new world. I know as much about it as you do. Even our main character is not a sure thing. It all depends on how you imagine him or her. Gender, height, skin color... it's all up to you. Unless you want me to come up with something. There is no problem with that. I am at your full disposal. It's my job to make sure you enjoy this story, no matter what you ask me to do. You can decide on things as trivial as a mole on the tip of a character's nose, or even remain completely silent and let me guide you through the story myself. Everything depends on your will.

So let's get started...

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Our character, whose story we will learn, slowly began to regain consciousness. Slowly, feeling in their limbs returned, and with it the pain that pierced every muscle.

They could feel the hard, cold, uneven ground devoid of grass beneath them. The coldness of the ground slowly but surely began to weaken them further, using every bit of skin they touched and slowly seeping through the fabric. In such conditions, our character weakened with every second, unable to even open their eyes to find out where they are. Their fate is to die slowly, in complete ignorance.

They're probably scared right now... Or maybe desperate? Maybe they want to cry in pain and scream in helplessness. Break down completely over how low they have fallen and how they can only pray to their torturers for death to come sooner.

Or maybe they're trying to fight, but end up with no results. Maybe they gather up the last of their strength, telling themselves that it can't end like this. Directing all his slowly dissolving, recently regained consciousness and will, trying to move even a millimeter. Open their eyes even for a fraction of a second.

Maybe they're mad? They blame themselves for the fact that it wasn't supposed to end this way. Or maybe they blame those who gave them this fate? They scream at them in their head, blaspheming and accusing.

Or have they accepted the current state of affairs? It allows the body to relax as much as it can. They accepted the consequences of her actions. Maybe they were prepared for it already?

Well... From this perspective, it will be difficult for us to tell. All we can do is watch. Watch and wait for further developments, if any. And if there are...then maybe we'll be able to learn more about our character.

We won't necessarily get into their head and get to know the detailed thoughts and plans, but we will get to know them enough that it will be easier for us to understand their actions. We will be able to understand the decisions and emotions that accompany them. Maybe we will become attached to the characters with whom they will develop a bond? As long as there will be any.

One thing I do know... we have time to get to know this story, cover to cover, with as many details as we can get. From the happiest highs to the most painful lows.

This is where our character's story begins.