Simulcrum.
Posted by madmage at 05:02 AM on September 29, 2007.
He arrived home late into the night. It was still raining outside. For the past few hours he walked the streets, contemplating his next move. And all the while, the voice within taunted him.
You know you don't dare do it. You need me after all.
Shut up! Every single word you utter brings you closer to your demise.
Oh that scares me soooo much. Face it. If you had the guts, you wouldn't be in this situation at all, and I wouldn't have existed in the first place.
He slumped into his chair silently as the words echoes in the darkness of his mind, his soaked overcoat dripping water on the floor. All that he could hear now was the steady patter of rain against the windows. And the slow dripping of water into the puddle at his feet.
Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a black bag. Good, it's still dry. Reaching inside, he took out the worn book that was given to him earlier. A cure to my current condition eh? Slowly he examined it's contents. The words were in an ancient tongue, yet he was able to comprehend it well enough.
Such is the curse of the daemontouched, he said softly while letting out a sigh.
Strange though. He almost expected the voice in him to protest. But it was quiet. All was quiet. Now's the best time I guess.
Turning to the pages that he seeked, he found the very spell that would settle his problem once and for all. Slowly he recited the words, his tongue rolling with ease around the ancient word it was written in. And as he dwelved further into the incantation, a long dark moan started to sound within his head.
The moan started to get louder and louder, threatening to mask his own voice. To match it he started to chant louder. As he uttered the last line, he as practically screaming it out, for the moan in his head had turned into a petrifying bellow. And as he finished the spell, suddenly the bellowing stopped.
And it was quiet again.
Too quiet.
That was it?, he thought to himself. That couldn't have been it. And slowly he lifted his head to look across the room.
And sitting in the corner, on the floor, was this thing, that felt all to familiar to him. All black, and in the form of a man, it let out a low gutteral growl. Slowly, the thing started to crawl towards him. And as it got closer, he saw its features.
It can't be.
It was him.