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Revenge (Prologue)
🕑 Added 2023-12-18 03:14:49 +0000 UTC“Nuuugh…” you groan groggily, opening your eyes into the vast expanse of a black void all around you. The air circulating around is icy cold as you try to gather your thoughts, but your head throbs from merely thinking, making you wince in pain. Nothing seems to make sense as you drift aimlessly in the darkness as you slowly wonder how you got here. To your surprise, a faint crack emerges above and rays of light shines down like a beacon some distance away. “W-wait…” you grunt hoarsely, awkwardly moving your limbs to push yourself closer until you’re finally inches away from it.
“Rachel! What the fuck did you do?!” you hear a man’s voice scream in shock as sounds of footsteps and crashing furniture echo from the tight gap. Squinting your eyes, you try to peer through it but it’s too bright on the other side, so you jam your fingers into the crevice and use whatever energy you have to widen it. “Shit! He’s escaping!” you hear the man’s voice shout louder as you fit your arm through the gap and trying to pull yourself up. Without warning, an immense pressure hammers you down as you hear him murmuring under his breath, but you desperately hold on.
“N-No! Don’t…” you shout, bracing against the force and pushing yourself upwards, not wanting to return into the dark void below. With a loud crack and spark of energy, you find yourself falling on the cold wooden floorboards as you look up to see the horrified faces of a man and woman. Noticing the man reading from an old tome, the same pressure begins to push down on you again, but you glare at him in anger. “Silence” you snarl, causing the man’s mouth to clamp shut, almost biting his own tongue off as his eyes widen in fear.
Your focus shifts to the woman you presume to be Rachel as she backs away in fear, seeing you looming above her. Finally free, you inspect yourself to see a dark mist evaporating from your weak and incomplete body with runes placed on the floor around you. “W-what happened?” you ask with a raspy and airy voice as Rachel’s lips twitch uncontrollably.
“I released you from the oblivion dimension… accidentally” Rachel blurs out in a monotone as she covers her mouth in horror. Pausing for a second, your head throbs as memories resurfaces and magic sparks from your pupils. You faintly remember fighting the secret society after learning too much and getting ambushed at home before getting banished into the dark realm. Anger and resentment build up inside as you remember more about your past and you glare at Rachel with rage. “You were there…” you shout at her as she flinches in fear.
“I was ordered t---aarrrghhh” she screams with her mouth agape, and head tilted back. Your dark ghastly hand reaches out towards her, and you mumble a short spell, seeing a glow forming at the back of her throat. Frozen in fear, her body tenses and eyes widen in horror as red mist starts to pour out of her mouth and into your hand. “Aaaahhhhh” she chokes, seeing skin form over your weak body as you absorb more of her life force and feel increasingly warmer. After a minute, her petite body trembles as her hair greys and skin wrinkles with age until she collapses to the ground.
“Thank you for your sacrifice…” you grin, seeing your familiar reflection in the mirror as you stretch your arms and legs with satisfaction. In the process of absorbing Rachel’s life force, you’ve also inherited her memories and skills as you mentally flick through her life until a smile forms on your face. Clearing your throat, you feel your neck becoming slimmer and your Adams apple disappear as you approach the man with his voice muffled. “Babe… I love you…” you coo in Rachel’s cute and feminine voice, seeing his eyes widen in shock and confusion. “Weren’t we supposed to go on a date tonight?” you whisper mockingly into his ear as Rachel’s frail body twitches on the floor nearby.
Anger boils inside you as think of a way to take revenge on him for being one of the other society members who ambushed you and locked you away. You can easily turn him into a blow-up doll, cat, tree or anything that comes to mind, but the sound of a doorbell distracts you. The man begins to struggle with his mouth shut as you sift through Rachel’s memories to realize that their friend has come to visit them. Peering through the window, you see a formally dressed brunette standing at the door with arms full of groceries and food. Within a blink of an eye, you disappear into a puff of red smoke as you squeeze under the door gaps and speed towards her.
“What the fu----aahhh” the woman yelps but you cut her off as you fly into her open mouth and into her lungs, spreading throughout her body within seconds. Her body tenses as she tries to keep you out, but you feel increasingly warmer with faint sensations in your fingers and toes. “G-Get ou---ahhnnn” she chokes as her mouth and tongue barely moves as intended as you feel yourself spreading deeper within her body. Unprepared for your attack, her consciousness is easily discarded as her eyes turn black the moment you take over. Clenching your fingers and taking a step forward, you see petite fingers balled in a fist while your hips sway side to side. Your modest B-cup breasts press against your shirt as you dig through her memories too. Going ahead with your unhinged plan, you rush through the door and hurry to the man on the ground.
“Oh my god… Terence! What happened?!” you gasp deceptively in a sultry and feminine voice, knowing his name from her memories. Kneeling besides him, your breasts hang down and you feel your panties digging into your pussy as you pull him up. The floral scent of your shampoo wafts in the room as you place your hand on his mouth and recite a spell.
“Amelia! Thank God!” Terence sobs, hugging you tightly as your breasts press against him. “H-He’s free…” he continues, holding back a whimper as he glances at Rachel on the floor looking like a 90-year-old grandma. Patting his back the same way Amelia always did, you hear him let out a sigh of relief as he slowly calms down.
“Let’s see what I can do…” you say in Amelia’s voice, faking your optimism as you barely manage to hide a smirk from the corner of your lips.
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Prologue to a small exclusive series for Patreon members starting in 2024.
Finally free from the confines of the dark dimension, you are hellbent on regaining your magic abilities and enact revenge on those who attacked you.
This is an interactive story guided by you! A poll will be created with options for the next part, and the highest vote will steer the story. This won't be done very frequently, but when there is time between commissions and events. Just something small for my supporters! Those in the "True Wombat" tier, you can message me your name if you would like to be included as characters in this ongoing short series.
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