The Primordial Record

Dora heard that in the last moments of your death, your life would flash before your eyes, and it seemed that was the truth. But she was not ready to let go… not yet. Her stubbornness to cling to life even at the end was unflinching

Why fight the inevitable? She could no longer tell, she just wanted to get to the light she could see outside the door, she wanted to see it one last time… Of all the wishes, that should not be too much for the world to grant her, shouldn't it? She wished to just see the light one last time.

"Hey boss, see this little bitch squirm."

"Shut up Diggum, and get the ax, I want her in three pieces, and I would rather not return here and see you fu*king the corpse, sick bastard."

"he he he… oh come on boss, look at the rack on this bitch, it will be a crying shame for such a body to be only fu*ked once. I will be quick boss, while she is still warm. Damn son, a man would be lucky to fu*k a bitch like this once in his entire life, what a crying waste!"

If Dora heard the words of the two men left behind by the Noble to dispose of her corpse, she made no sign, she only looked towards the door, for light. But it was a losing battle, the darkness clouded the edges of her vision, and the chill from her stab wounds had spread all over her body, and she was failing… she was dying.

And then, it came.

A golden glow that went up, never falling as if it would rise forever, never stopping, relentless and eternal. It enraptured her and with her few last breaths, she fell down in worship, as a smile touched her lips. She could die now because the light came for her. Her wish had been granted.

Then a soft voice entered her mind, strange in the manner it spoke, yet comforting. It was in a language she had never heard before, but she understood every single word.

"My father's light is the greatest in all of creation, is it not?"

Dora smiled, "Yes… yes, it truly is one of a kind. It's so warm… I am happy I could see it before I go."

Her eyes were going cloudy in death, yet she saw the figure with wings made of flames, and if she still had the strength in her limbs, she would have fallen down in worship. The winged figure spoke again,

"Dora, tell me, would you worship this light for eternity?"

"Can I?"

"Yes, you can, Dora."

"Please… yes!"

"Open your hearts to me, and give me everything, you and I will become one!"

Diggum and his boss did the noble brat dirty work, and as malicious men, they were not too bothered with getting their hands dirty, and the atrocity they had committed on behalf of their master could fill the pages of a hundred books. They were both at the Rift State and the boss was 173 years old, Diggum was older, but it was hard to tell by how much, he looked like a wrinkled peach with skin as dry as leather.

Diggum walked to the woman who had stopped crawling, most likely she was dead. He would still fu*k, I mean the bit*h still warm right?

Turning her over, he spat on one hand, and began loosening his belt with the now wet hand while tearing her clothes apart with the other, while grinning like an idiot, his brown and black teeth displayed in all their glory, and then he stopped when he noticed her eyes were open and aware and staring at him.

"What the… . Aaaahhhh!" His curse was interrupted by his wretched scream when the woman reached up and wrapped her hands around the locks of his stringy hair, and she pulled, ripping away his entire scalp, exposing the bloody skull bone beneath.

In his open mouth she stuffed his bleeding scalp, and he gagged, another blow pushed her fist through his chest and out his back where it was revealed she held his beating heart which she squeezed slowly until it was crushed. Her face turned to his boss, and she mouthed, "you're next."

Diggum was a Rift State Dominator, but that did not save him when her next action was to grip his spine and pull it out of his chest.

As the boss staggered back in shock, Dora stood up and swung the spine in her hand like a whip, at the Rift State, the bones of Dominators were dense and elastic. The swing slammed the skull still clinging to the spine on the ground, shattering it.

All the wounds on her body filled with flames that burned away, leaving spotless skin. The boss was enthralled by the vision before him, as spectral metallic wings etched with fire grew from her back.

With a burst of speed, she reached the boss and swung the spine towards his neck, the edge of the bone sliced through it, and cleanly decapitated him.

The body staggered for a while as if it were drunk before falling on its knees, as the pumping blood shooting from the neck bathed her naked body. Dora sighed in pleasure as she ran her hand through her body, the powers flowing inside her veins was like an aphrodisiac, and the swift vengeance she gave out to those who had harmed her throughout her life made her shudder in pleasure and low moans escaped from her lips.

She was in a trance for a few minutes, before the soft voice inside her mind drew her away from her pleasure, and she knelt as she bowed towards her creator on the moon, for she could feel his light from here, and she could not wait to return and bask in his presence.

Flames consumed her body and she emerged clean once more, with waist length blond hair that soon turned black, she stepped across the body and rummaged around and found clothes she was to wear, her eyeballs were filled with golden flames before retracting, and she walked away, heading towards the city's central districts.