The passage of time meant little to an immortal shell, if not killed I'll keep living. Not many creatures had such a fate, but I wouldn't call it a blessing if you were forced to spend eternity in a dark pit.
Who knows how long ago it was? Maybe a century or a millennia ago, I was born to a queen–one that wished to rip my womb to curb competition. But for whatever darned reason, she threw me to the pit of death instead. It was a hole with no apparent limit, only the dead were thrown in there.
However, that wasn't the case for me and in my desperate attempts to cling to life, I feasted on rot and the corpses being thrown from above.
Then one day, parched beyond belief, my mind began to hallucinate. My body wandered the dead ground, my skin itching from dehydration. It was then that I found it, the dark water surfacing from the ground. I had to dig and dig and dig until every muscle in my body was sore from it. But by the time I found enough to quench my thirst–my mind and body both gave in.
I drowned that day or perhaps it was night? I couldn't tell in that dark pit, but the one thing I remember more vividly than anything was seeing a dark figure offering me his hands. He helped raise me from the dead and despite being drowned in the pool of dark water that now reached the brims of the crater, I didn't feel a thing being underwater.
I could breathe as easily as a fish in water, but swimming to the top or even climbing on the muddy walls was near damned impossible. The bodies still came, and I was still trapped inside that cesspool of blood, guts, and other viscera. Feeding on them to satisfy my hunger and drinking the dark water in that well, I somehow began to grow stronger.
The first carcass that I ate–a human whose body had already been consumed in most parts, nourished my womb with a child of darkness, leading me to become the mother of an abomination. However, the child drowned in the dark well–yet somehow, his siblings that came after survived. And with time, I realized that the fresher the meat, the more potent the child.
My body learned from its mistakes as well, and none of those little critters died the same way as another, it was almost as if the water was evolving them along with my own body.
Placing my hands over his cheeks, I let one of them wander down his neck.
"If you know who you are, if you embrace it, then rather than a monster being in you, you yourself would be the horror–and then, when you understand how it thinks, what feeds its murderous lust!
Then you can easily reel it in or let it act out whenever you want," every word from my mouth must've breathed to him of poison, but it was the kind of poison that was hard to swallow at first but later turned out to be the cure.
To get to that point of control, he would have to allow himself to be corrupted without losing his sense of self. It was a harrowing realization but one that he needed to be told not by me but by his parents. But alas, they were nowhere to be found–and so that job fell on my shoulders.
"Nowww~" Pulling him close by his face, I grabbed hold of his hand and slipped it right between my legs. Making him slap my pussy, while my lips inched closer to his, I couldn't help but smile, daydreaming about those babies that I would soon pump out from his seed. "Don't try to beat that monster, become it and then you won't have to worry about fighting a phantom enemy."
Closing my eyes, I leaned towards him for my first-ever kiss, but to nobody's surprise, he blocked my face with his hand before gently pushing me away. And though he said nothing and simply contemplated what I'd just told him, the look in his eyes relayed the words.
'You're not fooling me.' However, instead of getting angry, somewhere deep in my heart, I felt a spark from the thrill of chasing him.
'Soon I'll have you, just you wait~' Respecting his wishes, I decided to back away...for now.