Chapter 17-13 Outbreak (I)

Chapter 17-13 Outbreak (I)

Alright, thats it, everyones oh oh, no No! NO! AGHHHHHGHHHG

-Paladin Baers upon entering Vengs Stand and contracting the Rash

17-13

Outbreak

An important thing to remember when someone was spraying burning aratnids into your mouth with their cock was to keep your mouth closed. This was a lesson Shotin quickly learned by experience as the first of the unnatural rat-spiders pried at his face, palps brushing his inner cheek.

The chains of shock shattered. Outrage exploded inside him while he deluded himself, ignoring the pitched peals of his Lustaway. The swarm bit at his eyes, squeaking and hissing as their unnatural fangs actually pierced his skin, injecting clusters of something under his flesh.

Through it all, Aedon Chambers cackled, howling like a hyena as his laughter cut through the air. The noise promptly turned to a shriek of agony as something inside Shotin snapped.

Scattering the aratnids from his body with a flick of his wrist, the Seekers hand cracked through the air, and his Heaven of Speed cawed as two vectors of speed tore at Chambers. The first was anchored to his body and drove him down, crumpling the aero behind him from sheer force. The second anchor was attached to the acolytes testicles, and Shotin charged it with every last ounce of acceleration his Heaven was capable of and loosed it skyward in a random direction.

The first force buried Chambes into the folding vehicle as the second uprooted his genitals from his groin like a burning, gore-rooted turnip. Horrifically, just before the member broke off with a sickening snap, Shotin noticed it twitch and extend.

Oh, you sick mother

Things quickly grew worse.

A spurt of blood and fire blasted out with the castration, but the act was a pointless one. More fire erupted from the wound and from its heat poured even more bioforms seeking Shotins flesh. It was like cutting a hole into a hornets nesthe just made a bigger opening for them.

The bugs and newly forming flesh-coated abominations were the least of his worries, however. The true danger signaled itself as Chambers' howling cries turned to a long drawn-out moan. An outbreak of redden dots popped and opened as a bloody line along the side of the mans face, distorting into something that looked like

A sore.

No.

Cold dread filled Shotins stomach. He felt a spike of pure agony flare under his chin as his flesh began shifting against his will. Oh, no, he gasped, smacking a two-headed lizard as it shoved its face into one of his rapidly forming wombs. No. No, no, noJaus, fuck, no!

Chambers face deformed to support the beginnings of the Rash as he suddenly sat up like a man possessed, laughing at Shotins retreating form. Fluid pooled around his skin and sealed him in some kind of liquid armor, only exposing his growing wombs to the world. The Seeker tried to respond, but ineffable pain spread through his bone, his flesh tearing beneath his tattered suit like fissuring chasms, amniotic fluid fountaining from the rapidly forming sores. The swarm of creatures clawing and biting at his eyes was an afterthought now. He drove the acolyte through the pavement itself and stumbled for the nearest flame, mind blank of everything but his growing suffering.

He needed to burn the affliction shut. Cauterize the plague. The burning wreck of what used to be a golem called to his attention from across the intersection. A sudden wetness spilled down upon him before he could reach it. He felt a lightness tap his Domain of Seas before the droplets fused into a river and shunted him away from his salvation. He redirected the waters around him, parting them before the Heaven vanished a second later as the other Godclad collapsed out of her manifestation, wailing in abject torture.

She flopped out from the droplets and crashed down on the shattered street mere meters away from him, face contorting as she wheezed with her torment. Their eyes met and he noticed the clan mark over her right eyeKusanade?Vezosos? He couldnt rememberit was hard to think. He considered accelerating a nearby rock through her eye but the thought vanished as a small hand clawed out from where his ear was.

An anguished noise escaped from him as he seized the homunculi by the arm and tore it out. His equilibrium went as a series of crunching pops rattled across the side of his skull. The world spun and danced as he chunked the half-formed infant onto the ground, his inner ear melded to its half-formed stomach.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

If there was any solace to be taken about looking at the malformed fetus grown from his flesh, it was the fact its hair was still slick and cheeks were still sharp. Then a swarm of aratnids poured over the mewing infant and sank their teeth in supple flesh.

Let it be known that Shotin Kazahara remained charming even as a stillborn homunculus.

Shapes and blurs passed through his cog-feed as he fought to keep himself standing between every step. He couldnt keep from flopping on his face when a golem crashed not two steps away, showering him with shrapnel. Through it all, Chambers damned creatures were back again, chipping at his skin while the Rash consumed his insides at an alarming rate.

Just how much lust did that bastard have? Most outbreaks progressed slower than this. With Chambers it was like being at the epicenter of a fusion bomball his metaphysical lust feeding the Fallen Heaven to its fullest capacity. In the corner of his eye, he spotted the girl he spent so much effort chasingDicetearing a cluster of ingrown infants out from her thigh. Seeing double and hearing little more than a persistent ringing, he couldnt tell if she was crying or merely screaming.

At least her bloody cat was helping her. Trying to bite through the mess of umbilicals hanging out from her body.

His chest struck the wreck first and only then did he remember where he was going. Something in the back of his mind screamed for him to manifest one of his Heavensto spare himself more torture. Remembering that it didnt matter, that the Rash would cling to his body even when it was stored in his Soul, rendered that idea worthless.

This was a suffering of more than biology. Wombrash would have its keep once it touched you, and nothing but extreme burns or thaumaphagic treatments would be enough to preserve the body. Right now, all he had was the first option. When the choice was a bit of heat or shitting misshapen babies out from your pores, the decision was simple.

Shotin shoved his face into the fire, and the following hurt came as a relief.

REND CAPACITY [DAWNFORGE]: 44%

Once again, he found Aedon Chambers directly across from him, this time encased in smooth armor of fluid white. It strangely shared some resemblance to the hull of a voidship.

What, Shotin sighed, the fuck is wrong with you? How arent you dead? I drove you into the ground. I tore your cock off.

A chuckle.

A chuckle escaped from Chambers as his pale armor flowed over and back under his skin. Coldtech armor, consang. It hardens in response

Shotin triggered his Heaven of Speed one last time. He pulled at a loose stone somewhere behind Chambers. The plascrete shock snapped into his hand as it punched clean through Chambers skull. A clean gouge ran from where his nose was through the back of his head. Stumbling back, the acolyte blinked once and tried to say something as he toppled.

The rock went under his chin and shredded his face into flaps before he hit the ground.

Staring at the blood gushing forth from his body and the spasming of his legs, Shotin mantled the edges of the golem and stepped out. A scar was scabbing the face of reality. The piece of shit had another Cycler in him. Because of course he did. Of course some Low Master acolyte had all these ontologics, equipment, and implants.

A pause passed through him as he turned his eyes on the other Godclad Chambers came with. Something didnt make sense here. The tech was definitely too advanced for a random anti-Guild outfit. And the woman he knew here from somewhere seen her face in a report before.

But he never got the chance to have the epiphany he needed. The Rend capacity of his Dawnforge chimed as it reached empty in his cog-feed, and Shotin gave a shuddering whimper in response.

REND CAPACITY [DAWNFORGE]: 0%

Oscillating waves of blood exploded across the district as blades of blood finally cut the Woundshaper free from Shotins Hell as his impenetrable armor materialized around him again.

Something inside him gave. He was done. Fuck this shit, he was going home. He just needed to kill Chambers and he could go

But that meant surviving that godsdamned Sang first.

Break! he screamed as he dashed away from the Woundshaper, his Heaven of Speed slipping past eighty percent while another cluster of infants exploded out from the ripening drum of flesh that used to be his inner thighs. Give me a fucking break!

***

[How is shit getting more fucked every time we come back!] Abrel growled through gritted teeth. [And why is the Agnosoh, godsdammit Chambers!]

The half-strand's template took a moment to respond. [What? Whaoh, holy shit the pain!]

All of Avos consciousness was joined in a shared scream as the Woundshaper itself quivered, its body involuntarily constructing miniature spires of haemokinetic matter. Master! What is this this sensation! Unamused by the labor pains building behind his right eye, Avo hissed and focused on trying to kill Shotin instead. At least it looked like they were affected as well. As was everyone else in this district.

{Chambers!} he screamed across his ansible, turning an entire street into a rising hammer that he used to batter the Seeker from below. No answer. No damage.

Shotin flung a half-hearted stream of debris at him, but his heart wasnt in the fight anymore. He was turning hard and fast upward away from the district. Lightning fractured reality around Avo and a few more bolts than normal forked out from him. His templatessans Corner, Abrel, and Elegant-Moonwere roaring in pain.

He tried to stride after his quarry, but an irresistible force flung him in the opposite direction and he found himself resetting his form using his Sanguinity again.

A gulf of fifty meters expanded into a kilometer even as Avo drew more mass into himself, thaums, and Rend building. Peeking a look over into Draus feed, he saw that she was cauterizing Rash-sores on someone who looked to be a golem pilot.

Just as he prepared to cast her a message, he felt it. All around him, currents of spatial reality stilled and existence returned to relative normalcy.

Far ahead, Shotin came to a sudden halt, turning in mid-air to face Avo. He wasnt fleeing anymore. He didnt have to.

Alright. Shotins words rumbled forth from the very air itself, the heat of his frustration and rage suffused beneath the fabric of space. Unsheathing the power of his Parallelist, Avo winced as discomfort pressed against his Heavens of Signals and Air for the third time that day. Ive been having a really shitty day so far And Ive just about. Had Enough!

The stacks fell.

Shotin spasmed.

His armor vanished.

And a mound of writhing babies exploded out from inside his skull.

All the minds inside Avo went quiet as they watched the Seeker fall from the sky. Template-Chambers broke the silence with a chuckle. [Saved by the rash.] A severed cock promptly fell from the sky and bounced off the Woundshapers body. [Oh, shit! Thats my dick!]