Novels by Depravity Writing

"You have one chance. Both of you."----------The next day Emilia shot through the sky. It had hurt so much, not just to have this technology, this weapon put inside her, but to fail. It was a new thing for her, even against other candidates she had been so good as to never fail. But this, this felt good. The electricity of a small nuclear weapon racing through her felt good. The absolute insanity she had fallen into felt good.She had never been good at coping with things, it was much easier to drop logic and throw all into meaningless chaos. That mental chaos had been bending her over time, now it showed in full. She had become like her mother, something, the one thing she had wanted to avoid but now that she was here it felt so good. She could cast everything off in the fire she would blaze through the Kiyene. Ant it too would feel good. She realized she didn't much care anymore and she didn't want to have control anymore. She was better off a crazed lunatic

"I-It's in Denison," came the older voice from the other end of the call. Scarlette smiled a malicious smile."I knew you would cave eventually," she responded. "Now sit back and watch or flee, either way by this time tomorrow the branch will burn in crimson." A sigh came over the line."I cannot express the guilt you've caused me," she chuckled."I find it funny that even though you can justify it for your granddaughter you feel guilty anyway. I'll tell you this for your frail mind, you might have played judge and jury but I am still executioner." She looked out the large glass window of fort thirteen. "I will thank you though, you've given a perfect opportunity for me to test my new toy.""I..." Scarlette laughed again."Don't push yourself old man. Just leave it all to me." She hung up and called a different number. Trem's voice came from the other end."Yes, mother?" he answered"Bring your siblings to the top floor. We have a gam

With a sound like shattering glass the crackling and luminous gate opened to the hilltop. Kuro stepped out, taking in a breath of the pine air as his boots hit the grass. The sky was clear save a few puffs of cloud. The wind was still and the air nearly too warm for his trenchcoat. His usual grin tugged slightly at the corners of his mouth as he gazed over the hill’s dropoff. At the bottom, three purple eyes stared back in calculated anticipation.They were fixed in the pyramid-like head of a silver entity whose body seemed to be made up of various triangular prisms warped to resemble a human shape. It was seated with a robin perched on the peak of its head. “Greetings,” Kuro called as he carefully made his way down with his hands tucked in his pockets.“Morning Star located,” it whirred. “Something is off, power not quite equivalent to seventh Akuma.” Kuro sighed and shook his head yet retained his grin still.“Yo

Lillian woke in a flustered sweat and threw off her sheets blindly into the dark. A little glass clock display on the wall to her left read one twenty-seven am. Shit, she thought as she sat up and glanced out the window at the moon's silver light. She didn't feel like she had woken up at such an hour, she was energized and antsy like one is before a major event. Not anxious but active, and able to see sleep was a lost cause. Her mind was going on without stop in regard to her strange and as far as she could tell nonsensical dream conversation. She was weirded out, confused, and needed fresh air yet despite all that oddly inclined to happiness.Getting out of bed her legs felt light, in a good way. She felt more agile than normal, like a feather twirling in the breeze she found movement to be far more trivial than normal. She exited her room and navigate the old halls to the outside air. Cool and serene the night bathed in the soft moon's light, which was far more noticeable n

Lillian thought she had woken to another day's sun in Denison just as before, however, it only took until she turned on the stainless steel faucet in the bathroom for her to realize she was merely in a highly vivid dream. Instead of water, a nothingness void of color flowed out and as she glanced around in alarm she saw the one little bathroom window shatter away without a sound. Hairline fractures reached through the walls, floor, and ceiling all around her before breaking apart into countless pieces that dissolved into the surrounding black.It took her a moment, as she stared into the new emptiness with frightened confusion, to notice her whole arm was alight in flaming violet. Then as her eyes made their way up it, she noticed the real oddity, a massive crown like her own mark hung above. Reaching out in a light, violet lines in a familiar circuit pattern spanned a third of the void. For a moment she just stared, expecting to wake up only to hear it then speak in a mascul

At eleven in the morning, Clinton Aquis half stumbled into the rickety old elevator. More than a tad tipsy he found himself heading to work as a centi tech while not clear of mind and lacking sleep. No one else rode down with him and for good reason as he was over an hour late to work. With a squealing bang, the elevator hit a bottom that was hundreds of feet below the ground. As he rubbed his eyes and scratched his stubble Clinton walked out into a dim room lined with lockers and made his way to one with his name on it. Opening it he found scruffy protective attire, a rectangular backpack, and a dinged up yellow helmet with a headlight duct-taped to the top. He was just adjusting the helmet on his head when a short woman covered in grit and dirt burst into the room in a rather unpleasant mood. "What the fuck," she exclaimed seemingly in his direction."Yeah, yeah I know I'm late," he responded. She laughed in disbelief."You're more than a fucking hour late, two centi

Rey awoke in the night to a bang followed by the chilling tingling of shattered glass. There was a thick and unpleasant smell hanging in the air. He realized to his awakening surprise it was smoke and worse it must be close. The roaring crackle of a large fire reached his ears, under the door he could see a faint orange light and was beginning to feel a heat unbecoming of the dead of night. It whispered to him, just as the wind had before but this was different, it wasn't a far off voice rather the call of something in the church itself. "Come my little fox," it beckoned. "So I may remind you."With trembling legs Rey got up, a sweat already soaking his nightclothes. He pushed out the door and into the hall, letting out a cough as he got a breath full of bitter smoke. The hall was on fire, but it was a strange fire, it neither spread nor devoured and as he looked at it, it seemed to part as if welcoming him to its center most flame. Below the flickering orange were slashes al

Three years passed with feelings of anxiety and melancholy, an unconventional mix. Just days before his birthday, the pastor sent Rey to go pick up some general necessities: flour, salt, and oil were at the top of the list. He had left with a bit of a protest and one of Tanaka's odd songs going round in his head. Though he soon found himself humming as he went down the little hill on which the church sat. Below he could see the village with its houses of wood and stone and a little open market in the center.The sun had long since risen in a blue sky but a light dew was still noticeable in the grass. People in common and uncolorful clothing scuttered around going about their day. However, as Rey got into the village itself he noticed a few odd and concerning looks from the few people not too busy to notice him. Mothers turned their children's attention away as he walked through the market and into a larger building, at least in comparison to the others. Inside a tall ma

A child's mind has a great deal of trouble remembering an adult's life, yet Rey's old-world visited him by dreams and flashbacks. Pastor Gregory had been frank with him, he wasn't his legitimate son. When he was five years old he was told the story of how on a silent winter's night there had been a knock on the door of the cozy church. When he had roused to open it, still in his bedclothes, he had found a child in ragged and muddied cloth left not two inches from the threshold. Not fitting with the condition of the cloth was an immaculate silver pendant with the name Rey spelled in onyx.The church, or rather the pastor, had adopted him, not knowing what else to do. Given his age, he was more of a grandfather to Rey than anything.The back rooms of the church also served as their parsonage, and not to them alone, a woman who Rey was pretty sure wasn't family of Gregory by blood or marriage, lived with them. She went by Ms. Tanaka and was clearly even older than the pas

Crash. The sound of shattering glass accented the sudden bang as a massive truck made a violent and screechy collision with an old SUV. Someone screamed across the road as cars skidded to a halt on either side of the mess. The diver's side had caved in with horribly twisted metal while the truck bounced on, dented but functional stopping at the curbside. Reynard Mattias stood frozen, eyes wide in horror as he watched from the sidewalk. To his right was the turn off to a parking lot, where the SUV- where his father should have turned to pick him up.Something else was on the road he noticed, as his nose filled with a foul and smoky smell. Mixed with the broken glass which reflected the grey sky was a crimson, just a little, but it was enough to send him spiraling in inclination to the worst outcome. The driver got out of the truck, a short piggy man with no sleeves covering his hairy arms. Sweat gleamed on his forehead as he took deep breaths. Sirens wailed in t