The Bloodied Chamberlain

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“True monsters are the ones that no-one expects”

-  Adeon of Rhoswen, circa. 1548

 

The chamberlain had exited the palace before the true horror came over the Westerlands. The storms surging as the castle was destroyed, dismantled, rumors of the King’s death falling upon all ears around the kingdom. Though, Paul Kelly simply strolled to the courtyard, the aftermath of the battle, his parasol in hand. The horrors, blood and the wounded spread amongst the wet dirt and stone, Ascended and medics helping the wounded.

The blood, it’s smell, the sight. It warped Mister Kelly’s eyes, he had repressed such brutal sights ever since it happened. The incident. The betrayal of the Horenian’s which led him down such a path, a path that could not be reverted.

 

His veins pounded as so did his temple, the pudgy man struggled to walk past the wounded without his urges slowly overcoming him.

 

“Eat.”

 

As he approached the rubble of the palace, Ser Thersist emerged from the rubble, though bloody. Blood caked his form once again, the crimson coat plastered against the steel.

 

“Eat.”

 

The man recoiled from the sight, he could not lose control. Not yet. His quest was not yet complete, his former life was not yet reclaimed. He tried to get away, though the scents, the vision. It continued as the voice thudded against his temple and the primal instinct continued to drive against his consciousness.

 

“Eat.”

 

He escaped through the rubble to his chambers, the lower chambers. He thought there would be a stray animal, something. Anything to try and escape the terror of his urgent want, to try and dull it before it consumed him as it did the first time.

Though it didn’t, the breathing of the scared woman filled the halls. As his own bones contorted, popping and bending as his fingers turned from their former sausage like appearances. To boned, elongated claws. He could smell the fear, he could hear the thudding of her heart.

 

“Eat.”

 

It continued, as he neared the room where she was hiding. The voices overcame him as his form continued to bend to the will of his blessing. A final drone was heard before Mister Kelly could not see anymore. A darkness which overcame him the first time this happened.

 

“Eat.”  

 

The voice droned on in the darkness

 

The man awoke, his left arm bloodied. Something growing from its stump as cuts and grazes covered the chamberlain.

A small woman rested underneath a tree, their blood scraped across the blades of grass. With their throat torn out and an endless, glassed look over her eyes. A horrible death, as her horse laid next to it. The stallion also torn to shreds. But the voices had stopped for Mister Kelly, he did not have to eat anymore.

It was time for him to embrace his true visage, he cannot lose control like this again.

 

[Dreek 1633]

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