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Chapter Seven

A Book of Horrors

Hinata

Unknown Marshland

February 7th, 2000

She found refuge inside the hollowed center of a massive tree.
Wilted externally, though mostly free of decay, it was big enough to fit her and perhaps another person. She stumbled shakily into its pitch black cavity, collapsing heavily within, dimly grateful that the ground was as mushy and soft as it was out in the marsh and able to absorb the impact of her graceless collapse. For several long moments, she breathed and gathered the strength to pull her face from the mud.
Gritting her teeth, she lifted herself with the meager amount of energy she still had, and flipped to her back.
She stared up, gazing bleary eyed at the long wooden chute above, eyes nearly crossing as it twirled.
Dizzy, Hinata snapped her crossing eyes closed and waited for the world to stop spinning.
She focused instead on her more reliable senses, feeling the wet chill of her shelter, listening to the slight creak of her wooden hovel, inhaling the scents around her; soggy wood underscored by a whisper of rot.
Long minutes of misery passed before the world stilled.
Beyond worn out, too tired to open her eyes, Hinata let each sensory sensations lull her back to that exhausted slumber of earlier.
She was halfway to dreamworld when it happened.
Blazing heat filled her chest just as she began to drift, viciously shoving her back to full consciousness.
Knocking what little breath remained in her laboring lungs, the sensation swarmed her body in a rush, hydrating her parched magical veins, serving every starving part of her a small, but incredibly potent, amount of what she needed so desperately…
Chakra.
Pumping into the Kaheksakand on her chest, singing in her blood, providing charcoal to her magical furnace, it felt like she’d gotten hit with a double dose of pure primordial Giant chakra, and there was nothing more powerful than energy from that ancient Supernatural.
Or so she thought.
She had never felt chakra so dense, so fundamentally right.
Teeming with energy, Hinata gingerly pushed herself from the ground.
She gazed down at her hands, noting their pinked flesh, suffused with health, flushed with magic.
She flexed her fingers, sending dirt and grime flaking from her skin, leaving behind clean, glitter coated porcelain. Fluttering whirls of limelight traced her petite form, settling on her intimates and covering them in durable leather. It wasn’t her full power Atherial Cladding, the most durable witch armor on the market, merely basic coverage, utilizing just enough of her magical boost to sheath her breasts in a strapless bra, and encase her sex and derrière in simples briefs.
While her scant clothing covered the bare minimum, it insulated her entire body, knocking the chill from her bones in seconds, leaving her feeling as though she were wrapped in a warm fur cloak or sitting before a small fire.
Comfortable, she focused on a dull pulsation flowing from within.
She placed curious fingers to the once cold eight-star tattoo, now blazing with warmth nestled between her breasts. They washed over her stronger than ocean waves, their clarity and intensity as crystal clear as though they were her emotions.
Her chest was alight with sensation, feelings.
Elation.
Bliss.
Arousal…
A pink dusting layered her cheeks.
These were…her Fated Ones’s emotions. Her rare, elemental vampire.
He was happy…
…more than happy.
He was experiencing a high so intense her own heart ached. She basked in the sensation, having never felt such a thing, her mind idly wondering at its cause.
What was it that made him feel this way, what was making him this happy-
A plume of smoke puffed between her lips, leaving her tongue coated in a coppery aftertaste that wasn’t…unpleasant.
She swallowed reflexively.
In fact, it was an incredibly heady flavor she enjoyed immensely…
There was tenor to it that was instantly addicting…
Her mouth watered, deep satisfaction blasting her core, eclipsing the disquiet roiling inside her mind. She didn’t drink blood, nor did she have a desire for it.
The very idea was repulsive to her pre-vampire bite and still was, however, her distaste was…distant.
This was the doing of her Fated.
These were his desires.
He was…feeding, and whatever or rather, whoever, he was feasting on tasted absolutely…divine, even to her.
She tasted…sunshine.
Radiance, if such a thing held a taste.
Hyperactive energy with a hint of fire.
A second helping burst across her taste buds, a soft, smoky exhalation parted her lips as her body blazed to life. Her mouth was empty but for her own saliva and yet she swore she could feel the hot fluid flooding its confines, could feel the heat and discern the wonderful flavor as though she were the one feeding directly.
Feel its velvety texture gliding around her mouth.
It was shockingly erotic.
Physically stimulating.
Every pleasure receptor rose to attention, throbbing a blissful melody along her most sensitive parts, leaving her breathless and needy, aching in the sinful place at the apex of her thighs. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples hardening painfully, the heat in her mouth mirrored in her groin. She gasped a soft breath, held it, then choked out a loud moan, squeezing her thighs together, fingers fisting the muddy ground below as she was rocked again.
Ecstasy whipped her again, carving deep groves inside her belly.
There were very few times Hinata ever experienced arousal; a handful of times that she could recall. Mostly at the height of puberty, when hormones had ruled both her mind and magic.
It had never been like this before, not once.
Not even when she explored herself.
She felt like she was dangling on the edge of climax…
Seconds away from the most powerful orgasm she’d had in her entire life…
Then it was gone, as abrupt as a rug pull, and suddenly she felt cold!
Freezing.
She cried out, her crash from nirvana to iceland agonizing.
Shivering, Hinata chaffed her arms, drawing her knees to her chest in an effort to preserve what little warmth her body still held as she tumbled quickly, painfully, from her sexual high.
“W-w-what in t-the w-w-world is h-happening?” she chattered aloud, the echo of her question her only answer.
She could see her breath puffing with each breath she took.
Her undergarments pulsed, blaring artificial heat, almost immediately bringing her internal temperature back to a normal level.
She sucked in a harsh breath, staring into the darkness as she silently collected her scattered thoughts.
She was aching still, but it was uncomfortable, devoid of the earlier roaring lust. She felt a bit hollowed and wrung out, thrown through a torrent of emotions faster than she could handle or comprehend.
This was dangerous.
These rapid fire states were involuntary and disruptive, placing her at far greater risk in this world. She couldn’t let these type of events go unchecked. She needed to understand what was happening and figure out a way to alleviate her symptoms. These shared physical manifestations and the intense emotional out put weren’t the norm for a Fated Pair.
Its causation had to be from his vampirism.
Or maybe it was just another abnormality for this abnormal bond.
Either way, she needed to know more…
…and, she admitted silently to herself, despite her situation, despite knowing they would never be, Hinata wanted to know more about him, this man the universe claimed belonged with her.
Perhaps…
Perhaps the Witches Archive knew how her Fated’s people came to be and what mating side-effects she could expect.
She felt incredibly dirty thinking about that book at all.
The Book of Sins as she and others were wont to call it.
It was a collection of information about nearly every Natural known to the world, created by a cruel, psychotic sorceress and updated through the ages by good witches, neutral witches and evil witches alike. While most virtuous, and quite a few neutral witches, wished to banish the book for the atrocities that led to it’s conception, the knowledge it contained was far, far too important to destroy.
Using it left many in conflict with their conscience.
Was it just as bad to use this book knowing it was created to record the results of horrendous experiments forced upon Naturals?
Did that make them all guilty and culpable for any future victimization?
Hinata was of a mind that it did to some degree.
It’s despicable history alone should be enough reason to throw it into the Eternal Flame. Even if one was ignorant of its origins, a quick glance at the table of context would enlighten anyone to its nasty contents.
In this book, there were titles that made her skin crawl…
Death Hex Application.
Death hexes were a special breed of nasty soulless magic. There were a plethora of means to enact them, but the overall consensus was that voodoo, or rather, the dark aspects of voodoo in particular, were the most effective conduit for this brand of hexing. Many voodoo hexes left the victim a half step away from full blown zombification, ensuring a nearly incomprehensible level of misery and nightmarish internal rotting.
Deriving Maximum Suffrage From Your Natural Sacrifice.
…and its equally awful subtitle: Butchering Techniques For Sacrificial Rituals.
Sacrifices, once the very foundation of magic, were now a terrible taboo…in most parts of the civilized witch world.
Unfortunately, Hinata didn’t see a complete end to the practice happening any time soon.
Pain, suffering, death, these were powerful, potent ingredients and generated the greatest harvest of energy. It was also the quickest, simplest, most efficient way to curry favor with a demon and reap the rewards. As long as the ill gotten gains remained tantalizing, and black-hearted magic practitioners abound, this would never stop. These spells and rituals still worked, and should there ever come a time where a witch versed in the dark arts gained access to this realm, they would use those spells against Naturals.
If death hexes weren’t bad enough, the dubbed, ‘Dark Pages’ were truly a test of one’s tolerance for grotesque morbidity.
The Dark Pages were journal entries written by sorceress and warlocks documenting experiments and their results. There were iterations about the practicality of using a live fetus in death spells, segments that explained the process of creating zombies and more inhumane filth she refused to read, each ‘dairy entry’ going into disgusting detail. Depravity, at their core, a sickening collection of documented torture masquerading as necessary evils for the survival and advancement of magic wielders.
The worse diatribes were from the bloodthirsty sorceress that created the book.
It was said she reveled in her brutality for pages on end, describing her sickening enjoyment of her prisoners pain, using their blood as magic infused ink to grace the crisp pages, crowing with pride over her nasty deeds.
Hinata never ventured down those pages, never looked at those spells, and certainly never read through the excerpts she overheard in whispered conversations amongst her fellow witches.
She shook her head.
The Witches Archive was a helpful tool despite its atrocious origins, but it was also incredibly dangerous.
Not just for Naturals either.
There were spells in there that could be used on other witches, though much of the book had been heavily warded and locked away by powerful neutral witches, there were instances of individuals slipping through safe guards. Not to mention, some of the more horrendous pages weren’t protected at all, labeled as ‘useful’ references of study, and to an extent it was.
It was how they found ways to break curses, reverse hexes and dispel bad mojo, but it hinged on the goodness of its viewer and their resistance to corruption. Dabbling in black magic corrupted even the purest of hearts, gradually creating a thirst for violence and destruction.
Considering the way things were back home…
Hinata truly wished the Enclave would revisit the decision on leaving the entries public.
A dose of contentment hit her, unintentionally soothing her while reminding her of the detrimental mood swings driving her to use the book.
Hinata sighed.
There was no way around it.
Placing a delicate hand to her chest, Hinata traced the eight-point star, drawing on it power. The air churned around her, long violet locks writhing like serpents as she whispered, “Of wisdom and knowledge I am deprived, and so I summon the Witches Archive.”
Reality parted, a harsh wind swept the hollowed tree before a massive book bled into her view. Nearly as tall as her, and twice as wide, the ebony publication looked every bit as evil as it was. There were symbols of a demon on its worn leather, a heavy golden lock for each of the six large buckles that stretched across its cover, holding it firmly shut.
She could smell its taint, feel the ill will left behind on it’s pages.
Rubbing both hands over the goose bump flesh of her arms, Hinata tapped the book with her own energy. Three locks hit the dirt with a resounding thump an a voice filled the once silent confines, deep and booming.
“Forest Witch, what knowledge do you seek?”
Hinata wasn’t sure what manner of creature the sorceress had fused into it, only that it had once been a sentient being at one point in its life, now trapped as navigator of those horrible pages.
“Please tell me, what do you know of elemental vampires,” she questioned, before clarifying, “the ice elemental vampires in particular.”
“Do you wish for the information to be abridged?”
“Yes, please.”
She’d be here an entire week trying to listen to the full extent of ice vampire history.
Great gusts of wind swept her skin as the pages turned, speeding through chapters before halting on a page containing bloody writing and a crimson hand drawn image of what she assumed to be a primordial vampire.
She leaned forward, studying the image.
It was haunched like an old man, limbs spindly though lined with muscle. There were pointed horns along the back of its extremities and spine, icicles she believed. It had incredibly long hands, tipped with claws, its face the stuff of nightmares. There wasn’t a nose that she could discern, its jaw hanging down to its chest to accommodate the many rows of razor sharp teeth. Its eyes were wide, the pupils colored a crimson that seemed…bloodier than the rest of the page.
“Primordial vampires are the result of a natural chakra surge at the time of a lunar eclipse within the harshest blizzard of earth’s Ice Age thousands of years ago.”
Hinata loved learning new things, even as a young witchling, education had always held a unique appeal to her budding mind, and while attending Esbat, she paid very close attention during each lesson covering Naturals.
She found them absolutely fascinating, terrifying to be sure, but incredibly interesting.
Where’s witches were the aftermath of a demon’s covenant, Naturals were the complete opposite. They were the epitome of nature in its purest form, the culmination of unstable chakra deposits and natural disasters during the most volatile time of the Earth’s life. When great tsunami pummeled land, and angry volcanoes churned flesh melting lava and spewed black ash that eclipsed the very sun. The name ‘Naturals’ was well deserved and highly appropriate.
Some of the more unique Naturals held a third component to their creation.
Elemental essence.
The vampire and his blonde partner both held that third baseline.
She was somewhat pleased that her Fated One was also of an extra nature in a similar way that she was both Cosmic and Forest Witch. It probably meant nothing in the grand scheme of things but it was a connection between them she couldn’t help but…magnify and romanticize.
“One thousand years ago, Death Sorceress began experimentation on these Naturals, along side other variants of vampires. A rebellion ensued five hundred years ago, the main forces comprised mostly of vampires. Death Sorceress called for the eradication of all vampires following the capture and imprisonment of the Clan leading the rebellion; the only ice vampires in existence, the Uchiha. This Clan, she left alive to suffer the curse of her wrath.”
Her heart sped up.
Her Fated One was an Uchiha and that sorceress she’d felt within his curse…
The dreaded Death Sorceress…of all sorceresses.
Versius help her.
“What was the manner of curse?”
“Death Sorceress has never identified the type of malady placed upon those she curse in an effort to ensure no means of reversing her spells could ever be unearthed.”
It was an incredibly sadistic move.
“Information regarding the Uchiha ended two hundred years ago with the banishment of witches from the Earth plane. Do you wish to update these records?”
A quill and ink pot winked into existence, the words on the page vanishing to make room for new input.
The very idea sickened her.
Add to this dreaded book…stain its pages with information about her Fated One?
Absolutely not.
“No, I have nothing to add,” she replied firmly, “tell me of mating practices amongst ice vampires.”
“The mating practices of the ice vampire is in line with most Natural mating practices. Through biting of the flesh, ice vampires share a measure of their life force and consume a portion of their intended’s life force in exchange. A telepathic bond is formed, conveying emotions and in rare cases, thoughts.”
She could certainly vouch for that first part, but more importantly…
“What of…what of physical states being imposed upon a mate? F-for example, if a vampire is freezing cold, can that effect be passed on to their mate?”
“There are no such records of physical manifestations. Feelings are transferred between mates; such as anger, happiness and arousal, however, the scenario you have provided has not occurred to the Witches Archive’s knowledge.”
Either that knowledge had been warded from public consumption or her symptoms were brand new to the history of ice vampire mating practices.
She was leaning towards the later.
There’d be no reason that she could see for the Enclave to redact it.
“Is there a way to…block the emotional exchange of a vampire bond?”
“There are ways, spells and enchantments.”
Excited, Hinata scooted closer, rising to her knees as she asked, “can I view them?”
“You may, however, as ordered by the Enclave, you will be flagged as having viewed these records as they are located within warded subsections. Do you wish to continue?”
“No!”
The last thing she needed was the attention of the Enclave.
“No, I-I retract my request.”
“Request disregarded.”
She sighed, dejection slouching her slender shoulders. That’s what she got for using this accursed book in the first place she supposed.
Now what?
She didn’t know any spells that interfered with mating bonds…
Maybe she could rig a spell to block his energy specifically but, she would need a lot more power to accomplish it.
That and her Fated One’s blood.
Feeling the strangling fingers of stress creep along her shoulders, Hinata pressed a hand to her neck, massaging away the tension.
There were too many worries on her plate.
She needed to slow down, take them one step at a time. What was most pressing right now was getting the magic she need to make any moves at all.
Touching the eight-pointed star on her chest, Hinata mulled over the energy she had left.
As strong as it was, the amount was conservative at best.
She had to be smart about this.
Versius was at least two weeks away from harvest, and she didn’t feel the presence of a forest nearby. Funneling magic to the glinting depths of her eyes, Hinata scanned the area.
Miles upon miles of swampland.
Deserted swampland.
There was no sign of life save for plant and animal, no sign of civilization, no sign of a forest. She could use her isolation to her advantage.
There may not be a forest around, but she could make her own.
It would take a few days to grow, however, she just needed to hold out until then. As the veins dissolved back into the delicate flesh around her eyes, Hinata touched a finger to the seal gracing her forehead. Energies resonating, she searched for that pocket of time space housing the seeds she needed, invoking the power of Darui’s name as it pulsed against the tip of her finger.
A bright light twinkled, and beneath her digit, something solid pressed.
Hinata pulled her hand back slowly, extracting the five, peanut sized pods, as she did so.
Chalky white and streaked with green lines, the seeds levitated a beat before burrowing inside the squishy dirt.
Seeds of Life were rare and incredibly hard to create, for dire emergencies only, Darui had stressed as he handed them over to her all those weeks ago.
Hinata considered her current sad state as the epitome of an emergency.
Five small mounds rose from the muddy ground, pulsating a hum of vitality she felt deep inside her soul, as though she was touching the very meaning of life. It flowed over her skin, soothing and serene, bathing her in a healing frequency she could neither hear nor see. Lulled, she watched as those mounds began to sprout green stems littered in leaves, poking through their little burrows, rising until five exotic flowers bloomed proudly.
Lilies of various shades writhed, their star shaped petals dusted in glittering magic, their inner bulbs opening and closing as though breathing.
She peered at them, realizing that’s exactly what they were doing.
Yanking their roots from the ground, they scuttled across the ground like spiders, trilling as they moved, the sound a cross between the high pitched giggles of a baby and the inhumane rumbles of an animal.
Hinata found the noise quite adorable.
To her, their screeches were like words in her ears.
-hi
-happy!
-mama!
-we go!
Four trotted out of the cave, streaking a trail of new grass in their wake. The smallest of the bunch, a blue lily, snuck a moment of affection from his ‘mama’. Giggling as it danced near her knees, Hinata pet the little fella like a house pet, smiling softly as it scurried out to catch up with it’s siblings, a layer of flowers blooming atop the grass trail it galloped across.
A sweet scent filled her hovel, earthy and wonderful.
Hinata reached out, pressing her fingers to the green blades and new flowers, eyes falling closed as energy flooded her system.
Nowhere near the potent rush her Fated had given her, but still worth absorbing.
Feeling rejuvenated, she turned back to the book still awaiting a dismissal. She still had a couple of questions for it.
Curious, she asked, “do you know of fox shifters with elemental fire? Abridged please.”
The large pages flipped.
Another horrendous creature was drawn on the pages.
It was a massive expansion of muscles and fur, it’s torso was layered in physical strength, arms stretched wide, too heavily meaty to rest at it’s sides. There were ten rows lining it’s abdomen, pectorals that looked as though they could crush diamonds between them and nine tails spewing from its hindquarters. It stood upright on two tree truck legs, its toes and hands equipped with some of the largest claws she’d ever seen. Topped upon it’s mountainous shoulders, a nightmarish fox head lined with rows of teeth, wide furious eyes and a chain of smoke billowing from beneath its open maw.
“Primordial Werefox, born of a chakra surge and debris of a cosmic explosion that slammed into the fiery depths of a violent volcanic arc made up of hundreds of active and dormant volcanoes. Years after, the werefox emerged.”
It certainly looked as though it’d spawned from the pits of volcanic Hell.
“These shifters are incredibly rare and have been endangered from their conception. It was discovered by Death Sorceress during experimentation that the cosmic debris that created the werefox originated from the same solar system that contained debris from the moon that gave rise to primordial werewolves, thus, the two share a common ancestry from the Quayvar solar system, though attempting to force breed the pair proved unsuccessful.”
She truly hadn’t wanted to know that…
“Death Sorceress captured many of the creatures, though they were able to organize through the formation of a single unified Clan and named themselves the Uzumaki. Amongst the most difficult to contain, the Uzumaki Clan ravaged many of Death Sorceress’ forces and escape regularly. In a fit of rage, Death Sorceress cursed the Clan. As there were very few to begin with, their number dwindled dramatically. They were thought to be extinct, however, right before the witch’s banishment, rumors of the werefox surviving spread, one such rumor stating that they’d bound a powerful demon within themselves, thereby nullifying Death Sorceress’ curse.”
Wide eyed, Hinata thought back to her encounter with the werefox.
Her mind catapulted to that darkness she’d sense in him. It was a curse of some kind but…the potency of the darkness had been something she had never experienced outside of her dealings with the demon of her covenant.
Surely though…
Surely that werefox wasn’t housing a true demon inside of him.
She’d never heard of such a thing.
No creature on earth or any realm could do that.
Magic was possible only through tapping into a continuum force greater than ones self; like a forest teeming with animism, or the life energy of a dying creature.
Siphoning from a near infinite source.
To say that one housed a demon was the same as saying they held planet earth and all its lifeforms within themselves.
It was impossible.
“Do you wish to add-”
“No, no thank you,” she answered before it finished.
The less magical imprints she left behind, the better off she’d be.
“And what of Furies? Specifically, a Fury able to crystallize it’s form to hardness comparable to diamond?”
She may as well learn all she could about this trio.
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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it was writhe with information!
I enjoyed created the backgrounds and lore of my Naturals quite a bit and hope that you all like it too!
Please review!
Laters
Sessakag~
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