The Sacred Descendant

Darla stood at the door of Lucy’s room, hesitating to proceed. She listened for a few minutes, and loud male voices combined with female laughing indicated they were having a party. She sighed. She could still leave, but she promised to herself not to leave Lucy alone with these guys, so she took her courage and knocked. She immediately heard light footsteps approaching the door, and the next second, it opened. Lucy was standing in the doorway, smiling and obviously being a bit drunk. But it wasn’t what caught Darla’s attention, and not even two men of her age sitting in the background. It was Lucy’s appearance. Darla eyed her friend from head to toe in shock, debating whether she was really facing her friend or a prostitute. Lucy wore a white top that was tied below her breasts, exposing her belly. It had buttons, and two of them were undone, so the cleavage could be seen amply. Of course, she hadn’t forgotten to put on her push-up bra. The short red and black plaid skirt barely covered her butt, and the thigh-long stockings combined with high heels looked especially trashy. And the makeup… Christ, it had to be at least one kilo of it on her face. She looked like a cheap and slutty Barbie doll, and those two guys were certainly planning to use her for one night, and then simply tell her to screw off. No man takes such women seriously. “Come in, make yourself comfortable,” Lucy chirped merrily, closing the door after Darla entered the room. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my best friend, Darla.” Darla studied both men with her attentive gaze. She immediately noticed something weird about them. Both had strange eyes – she’d never seen any person with such big, almost bulging eyes. And both wore sweaters with high collars that fully covered their necks, which seemed strange, considering the warm weather. And they had such unpleasant husky voices, as if they smoked at least two cigarette packages a day. Did Lucy even notice these things? “I’m very pleased to meet you, Darla. I’m Derek,” the guy on the right got up from his armchair and extended his hand, smiling. Darla shook it. “I’m Josh. Nice to meet you.” The other guy did the same as his friend, and Darla shook his hand as well. “Likewise,” she said with a light smile. She then turned to Lucy and gestured with her head to come to the bedroom for a talk. “Will you excuse us for a moment? I need Lucy for a few words in private.” “Yes, of course, no problem.” Both guys smiled and nodded, and the two girls walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. “What’s the problem now?” Lucy asked with light irritation in her voice. “What the problem is?” Darla was no less irritated. “Take a look at yourself! Are you totally nuts?” Lucy tilted her head and huffed. “What’s wrong with that? What makes you think I’m nuts?” “Have you decided to work in a brothel?” Darla asked. “I’m sorry to say this, but you look like a total whore.” Lucy smirked and then burst into laughing. “Oh, so that’s it? A whore, you say? Well, if you must know, I came here to have fun. I finally met Derek in person, and I’m not going to miss my opportunity.” “Do you really think he would want to date you? I’m more than sure he doesn’t take you seriously, especially if you’re dressed like that!” “Oh, Christ, Darla! Stop it already, will you?” Lucy dismissed her friend’s concern. “I’d like to date Derek, but we’re not in love, not yet at least. We’re going to have a whole week of fun and wild sex, and then we’ll see how things develop. If you’re a prude, it’s not my problem. If you want to leave, feel free to do it. I’m not forcing you to stay. So please, don’t ruin our party. Either join it, or leave.” Lucy turned around and went back to the living room, leaving Darla stunned and speechless. She couldn’t believe it. Lucy was ready to sacrifice their long friendship in favor of her ‘fun’ with some random guys. Darla began thinking that Lucy was probably a fake friend. A true friend would certainly value friendship more than one-night relationship. And that wasn’t the case with Lucy. Darla sighed sadly. She was determined to leave. If Lucy wanted to end up being raped and gang-banged, so be it. It’s her choice. Darla then opened the door and entered the living room where Josh and Derek were waiting with four glasses filled with red wine. “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but it’s time for me to leave,” she said, forcing herself to smile. The guys exchanged glances, and Derek tilted his head. “Oh, is that right? Why so fast?” Darla sighed. She wasn’t going to pretend she was just tired. “Well, I’m very tired after the long day, and I’d like to rest. And second, Lucy and I have just had an argument. So it would be better if I left and let you all have your fun. I’m only going to spoil everything if I stay.” “Oh…” Josh said understandingly. “That’s a shame. But tomorrow is a new day, and I’m sure you two will make peace. So, before you go, let’s all have a drink together. It wouldn’t be nice to end our meeting on a bad note.” “I agree,” Derek added. He then took two glasses of wine and handled them to the girls. “Okay, let’s calm down and have a nice glass of wine. Cheers!” “Cheers!” Josh and Lucy said almost in unison. Darla sighed again and joined them. The wine tasted surprisingly good. The label said it was imported from France and named Cabernet Sauvignon. It had pleasant blackcurrant notes, and Darla loved blackcurrant. So she gladly drank this wine. She emptied the glass in five minutes, but Lucy needed less than a minute to finish her portion. A few more minutes passed, and both girls suddenly started feeling dizzy. “Wow, my head is spinning,” Lucy said, staggering a bit. “That wine must be pretty strong.” “Yeah, I feel dizzy too,” Darla said. Then she looked at Derek and Josh who exchanged glances, their lips twisting in a smirk. Darla didn’t like that at all. Her eyelids were becoming heavier with every second, and before she realized anything, she collapsed on the floor, and everything went dark.

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“Darla…” A gravelly deep voice whispered her name. It was haunting, in the back of her mind. “Darla…” It spoke again. Darla opened her eyes wearily, her vision blurry. “Darla…” Now she heard the voice more clearly. It was anything but human. The best way to describe it was the sound of primal grumbling of a volcano. Darla sat up and rubbed her eyes. As her vision cleared, she found herself sitting on a large rock right before the endless ocean. The waters were uneasy, and the waves crashed into the rock with all their might. Darla got up and looked around. She was completely alone, standing in the middle of nowhere. No signs if civilization were visible anywhere around her. Just the empty ground and the boundless ocean. Darla didn’t know what to do or where to go until the ocean before her started bubbling, and a head of an enormous octopus began rising above the surface. She watched in awe as it rose higher and higher like a living mountain with eyes and tentacles. It was him. The Great Old One. Cthulhu. Darla stood there, speechless. The sleeping god awoke from his eternal slumber, but what now? She should have delved into insanity by now, and yet her mind remained intact. All she could do was staring into the piercing eyes of the gargantuan sea monster. Suddenly Cthulhu lowered himself until his head was more or less on the same level with Darla. His yellow eyes stared right into her soul. Darla felt shivers run own her skin when one of his undulating appendages extended to her, its end wrapping around her head slightly. It felt cold and slimy, and yet Darla felt devoid of any revulsion. “See the truth, my child…” his grumbling voice said in her head. Darla felt confused. What truth was he talking about? And why did he call her ‘his child’? But before she could ask any questions, her vision changed rapidly; and another image appeared before her eyes. She saw a woman in a dark robe, one like the cultists from her dreams wore. She was walking towards the shore from a town that looked very old, like from the past – it might be from the seventeenth century. She wasn’t alone – a group of seven people accompanied her, and all wore the same robes. All of them belonged to the same cult, including the woman. One of the cultists walked right near her on the left, and he carried a familiar carved staff with jewels in his hand. It was the high priest. The others were following right behind them. As they reached the coast, all eight of them drew a big circle with sigils in it on the stone ground of the shore. The woman then stood in the middle of the circle, and the high priest stepped on the edge of it before her. The other cultists surrounded them in the rest of the circle. The priest then pulled out a book out of his robe; a grimoire called the Necronomicon, and started chanting. One of the chants sounded too familiar. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." The cultists repeated this chant several times until the peaceful ocean grew uneasy. Several creatures then appeared on the surface and crawled out of the water to join the cultists. All of them shared the same appearance with the Great Old One; the only difference was their size. Neither of them was much larger than any of the cultists. Those were the Star Spawn of Cthulhu. As soon as these beings were among the cultists, they joined the chanting. Human voices mixed with their monstrous voices in a terrifying, unearthly cacophony. “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!” The chanting grew faster with every phrase, the voices almost turned to screaming, putting up more and more power an energy into the chant. Eventually, their common efforts gained success. The uneasy waters now turned into violent storm, and the Great Old One slowly rose from the water. Everyone kneeled down, lowering themselves almost to the ground, including the Star Spawn. And just as they got up again, the high priest moved away, and two female cultists approached the woman in the circle, standing on each side of her and helping her remove the robe. As they moved away from her, the woman stood naked before the Great Old One. The cultists and the Star Spawn watched the gigantic monster gently grab the woman with his tentacles and lift her up. She wasn’t fighting or screaming. Everything happening to her was by her own will. The slimy appendages slid all over her skin like snakes, two of which teased her already erect nipples, earning faint sighs and moans from her. Then one tentacle wrapped around her waist, and four more held her wrists and ankles, spreading her legs a bit. And then another appendage slid its tip inside her already wet cavern, moving for a short period of time in and out of her until it spurted some jelly-like substance into her. The monster then lowered her back on the ground, and the woman put the robe back on. Then the image changed, showing the same lady giving birth to a son before she began changing with her age. She was turning to a bizarre humanoid being that combined the traits of a fish, a frog, and a squid. After the transformation was complete, she left the earth for the sea where she lived since then. Another image came after the previous one, this time showing the same process with that woman’s son – he made sure to leave the legacy with a mortal woman, and then transformed into the same being as his mother did. Thus it continued from the seventeenth century, from generation to generation. The last image showed a woman with a girl and a man in which Darla recognized her father. She grew up with him and never knew who her mother was. Father had avoided any conversations about it, and now she knew what exactly happened. After Darla’s birth, things were going well for some time, and Darla wasn’t even one year old when her mother’s transformation began. Father was terrified, as he never knew he married a descendant of the Great Old One. Darla’s mother transformed pretty quickly, so the father took his daughter and ran away as far as possible, just not to see the creature his wife had become. The image show ended here. Darla’s vision returned to normal, and Cthulhu was before her again. His tentacle released her head, and before he disappeared underneath the ocean surface, his voice echoed in her head once again. “Now, my child… Wake up.” And she did.