The blood was blacker than my soul

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I came into this world softly, I hadn't cried, I hadn't screamed, I hadn't made a sound, I had been calm. It had been the most joyful memories of my life, even though I had just been brought into the world, from then on, only a downward spiral to the gates of madness, insanity, everything that haunts me. Nobody had cared, nobody cried as I slowly slipped out of my skin and let my mind be overrun with the possessive poison my soul fed me. Not a single soul. Single soul. Soul. It's funny, I had once thought the most powerful thing in one's life was a soul, but I was ever so wrong. It's the blood that powers the soul, the blood is stronger than any matter that had come and will come to be. But… I must rewind, can't get ahead of myself.

I was born, into this world, a small, male Viscet, nothing peculiar or out of the ordinary. My parents very proud to have their own son brought into the Viking ways where I'd surely grow up to be a mighty warrior who would go to Valhalla. But it wasn't that simple, it seems my life wasn't mine at all, rather so it was Jörmungandr to control. He sent upon me the evil soul as black as tar, the snake that hisses inside my core, poisoning my mind and heart and leaving nothing behind but despair. Despair, despair, despair. Hush hush self, I was at… yes, my birth. My parents had boasted of me to the village people, shaping off their new son, I, whom hadn't been named. I see now, the faintest whisk of my mother's scent and the rough fire in my father's breath, a memory. But my parents had taken me to the Lord, our Lord to be exact, of the village. I was to be blessed for my bringing of another warrior to the tribe, my soul to be linked to the great chain of my ancestors. But… but, but… I wasn't meant to be on a chain, I was meant to be in them. Chains, all the chains, heavy, solid, dark, cold, rusted chains. They wrapped around my heart even as I was presented, something clamped my soul from this chain and kept me from it like a dog kept from food. Not even my instincts could save me, everything seemed… seemed… dark. The Lord sensed this, I could see his brown eyes glow down at mine, searching my soul and seeing the chains. He rejected to bless me, stating that I was not born of true Viking blood, that my parents must go to a Seeker, have my soul examined. A shrewd of doubt overcame me, even after just birth I could understand. I was… a freak, an outcast, something along the lines of a monster, I wasn't like the rest. I felt the chains wrap around me tighter, the pull of my soul fleeting from my grasp. The Seeker offered no help, they took one look at me and spit out the truth. I was a devil spawn, the Seeker saw a deep, dark sense of hate and wrath and blackness in my soul, seeping through my veins. After that day I would never have an ordinary life, because after that day… the snake came.

The blood was blacker than my soul - chapter select

Chapter 1 - First encounter
Chapter 2 - Eitr leaks from his eyes
Chapter 3 - Wings of Corruption
Chapter 4 - Posioned blood
Notes - To all the amazing competitors and artist <3
Art/Credits - My art and credits
Etc.

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At first glance the village was quiet, it's dull outline on the outcrop of the forest illuminated by the shining moonlight. There were no birds chirping at this time of night, packed into their nests, their lives almost like grains of sand to what was happening in one small house below. Nestled inside it was a female Viscet, a soft golden brown who was yet 2 months of time with her egg. She sensed a disturbance under the white and light tan speckled egg, the small form inside giving a small shudder. Surely it wasn't time, the female Viscet knew she still had at least two weeks before the first cracks came over the surface of the egg. With her mate out working on battle tactics with the Lord it wouldn't be a good time to hatch. Still the female felt worry prickle along her spine, fur along her neck and back rising. In the Viking culture a child born too early could mark a dark spell over the family and generations to come. The female felt her heart jump to her throat as a small splinter hit the egg’s surface, the crack crawling down the side of the egg. The female, now about to be a new mother, watched, eyes wide as her egg wobbled softly, another splinter hitting the surface. Her superstitions seemed to flare when the first paw broke through the eggshell, the little one inside struggling to escape it's soft, white walls. The mother feared her child would exit the egg and simply die in front of her, like in the terrible folk tales the village people told. With a brief pause the mother turned her eyes back to her precious egg, all feeling except one pouring into her being as she laid eyes on her child. Love. The mother watched as a small Viscling crawled out of the broken egg, he stumbled forward but caught himself. The mother quickly walked forward and wrapped up her new son in her loving arms, the small child giving a squeak. The Viscling curled into his mother’s warmth and scent, blinking slightly and opening his eyes. The mother glanced down and gave a gasp at her son, the six eyes staring brightly up at her. The mother felt something quake within her about the folk tales, how her son had been cursed but staring down at him now, she felt nothing but a blessing.

“My son… you're perfect, you have been blessed by Thor with the gift of a sight, you shall be my little Vision.” The mother cooed softly and nuzzled her son. Vision blinked and nuzzled his nose in her neck fur, his eyes closing. The mother kept Vision close, knowing that her son had a long road ahead of him, that Vikings were very superstitious. The mother told herself she'd protect him, that Vision was a blessing not a curse and his six eyes wouldn't interfere with his warrior path.

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After the first few days of his life Vision had grown accustomed to his father giving him weird looks. It wasn't his fault and Vision didn't blame his father, he knew he was different, his mother claimed it was a blessing. It being his six eyes, which Vision had grown used to. He hasn't been out of his family's home yet, not being blessed by the Lord yet but the destiny of it would come within a week's time. All Vision had to do was wait, which was something he was good at, patience. Vision was starting to learn old Norse tongue even at his young age, his intelligence surpassed that of an average Viscling his age. Recently, to his father’s worry, Vision had begun to draw, but not just doodles like a young child, vivid drawings of snakes. His mother would look at these drawing and try to be positive, but her morals got in the way and she'd ask him to draw something else. Vision wasn't confused why snakes were disliked, in Norse religion most snakes were deemed evil and messengers of the other realm. But Vision couldn't stop drawing them, it seemed his paws weren't his when he was drawing, they'd move across the paper with grace and speed and everything ended in the same result. It felt weird to Vision, he hasn't even seen a snake in his life but they appeared in his dreams, big, scaly, oozing a black substance. His father is growing more concerned but his mother reassures him that come blessing day their son will be a perfect Viking. Vision was excited for that moment to happen, and at the same time he felt slightly unnerved in his own pelt, like something else was in there with him.

Vision paused from his thoughts, hearing the door to his house open and he turned, his six eyes pinning on his father. A weary smile stretched across Vision’s maw as he curled his silky tail around his hind paws, looking up as his father came in. The brute was very tall, a strong warrior of his time, his glossy tan fur matching that of his son's, who had a mix of his mother's soft brown fur. His green eyes shone as he glanced down at his son, his ears twitched back slightly. Vision felt his heart rate quicken, even with only two eyes his father's gaze could slice through mountains. His father gave a small smile, a very rare sight as he produced a hare for Vision to see. Vision felt his mind spark with confusion as he stared at the hare, having never seen this animal in all his life but they filled his dreams. Snakes seemed to love to eat little hares and mice, even though Vision hadn’t seen either of the animals it was something he felt in his very core. His father watched as Vision studied the hare and he bent down to peer into Vision’s six eyes.

“Do you know what this is Vision?” His father asked in a low voice. Vision felt the fur along his spine stand up as he thought about this question carefully. His father had a way of making everything he said a riddle or test, Vision hadn’t yet figured out how this worked or how to correctly answer these. Swallowing, Vision’s six eyes locked on the hare as he opened his mouth before closing it thoughtfully. “It’s a simple question Vision, just answer it.” His father said, his smile suddenly replaced with a small frown. Vision glanced up at his father, peering into the deep green eyes that commanded respect. Vision wished for his mother's soft light grey eyes, wrapping them in her comforting lies she gave him. Bringing himself up, Vision took one last look at the hare before turning to address his father fully.

“A hare, it's a hare, it still has it's winter coat and it is a little thin from lack of easy accessible food from the rough winter ground.” Vision answered. His father didn't speak for a few seconds, reflecting on his son’s answer before nodding slowly. It was painfully slow as Vision waited for a response, his heart fluttering in his chest, wanting to break from his rib cage and pound out of his skin. Finally his father spoke, his voice slightly louder than before.

“Hmm… yes, very good. I had been just around your age when I had my first taste of meat. Now, here, eat up.” His father said, handing Vision the hare. Vision held the dead animal in his paws, feeling a sudden pulse rush through his brain. He felt like he sunk into his own pelt, he became somewhat small, distant from the present. A weird sensation rushed up his legs, the strange pulse curling around his lungs and his throat. On the outside, nothing changed. Vision’s father watched as he held the hare, waiting for his son to take his first bite of meat. But on the inside Vision felt himself become trapped, the control of his body gone from him, like someone possessed it. Vision felt his six eyes turn darker, colder, his tongue become forked like that of a snake. His claws grew sharper, his body stronger, although there were no physical changes. Vision didn’t know what to do as he watched a giant dragon like snake slither up his spine and join Vision’s skull in unison to him biting into the hare. The snake seemed to take over Vision’s movements, turning his teeth into fangs, which it started to drink the blood of the hare. Vision desperately tried to fight his way back in control of himself, the snake not even flinching at his attempts. On the outside Vision’s father watched as his son clamped onto the hare and drained it of it’s blood. Vision’s father’s ears went back and there was a strange gleam in his eyes, fear. His father stepped back from his son and exited to his room to reside and think of the events. Vision was left alone, drinking from the hare while battling the inner snake that seemed to have possessed his body and soul. Vision would soon learn that this would not be the last time he saw this snake, his ‘soul’, take over.

Word count; 1,545 words
End of chapter 1

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The day was cloudy, just like Vision’s mind. Ever since the giant dragon snake had climbed into his being he’s had terrifying nightmares that would cause even his father to break down. At such a young age Vision already could handle an enormous amount of pressuring with just the ‘training’ he was getting from the vivid nightmares. But the nightmares didn’t matter right now, Vision shook his head, blinking his six eyes to clear his head. Today was too important to be messed with by his soul, today was the day he'd be blessed by the Lord. Vision straightened himself up, brushing his silky mane back, a habit he could thank his mother for. For a strange reason his back ached, not just a weird ache but it seemed to twitch, like something wished to crawl out of his skin. He shivered slightly, his shoulder blades going back slightly, causing a sharp pain. It was stranger, very strange, the pain only arising this past week since the snake had overcome him. Hearing footsteps Vision opened his eyes and swirled on his heels, his six eyes meeting the gentle glow of his mother's eyes. She gave a soft smile and brought herself forward with such grace, sweeping her tail across the ground.

“You look dashing Vision, that's my boy. Are you excited, perhaps nervous?” Vision’s mother asked sweetly. Vision smiled and nuzzled his mother's neck fur, curling close. He wanted to stay in her warmth, he didn't want to see the Lord today, it seemed daunting. But nevertheless he brought his eyes to meet his mother's and nodded gently.

“Thank you mother, if I'm being honest I am kind of nervous.” Vision stated, letting his intelligent talk drop whenever he was around his mother. When talking to his father Vision would never show any true emotions and try his best to answer correctly. Every talk with his father seemed like a test, Vision would grow stressed, staying up at night preparing for the next talk. But his mother, she was the exact opposite, he could act his age around her and she'd curl her strong love around him and protect him from the harshness of reality. His mother smiled and brushed his mane softly, glancing up at the door. She smiled and stood up, Vision following her lead as he brushed off his fur, his heart rate quickening.

“Don't worry you'll be fine, I know I was nervous when I got blessed at your age. It is a big deal to be blessed by the Lord. But I have no doubt, you have the sight and shall be blessed to be a warrior.” His mother said, a smile stretching across her maw. Vision nodded and smiled back, although it did nothing to calm his rising neves. His mother left out the door and Vision followed close behind, still barely reaching the height of her shoulders. He watched as his mother opened the front door, turning to motion Vision forward. Vision felt his legs wobble as he walked forward, peeking his head out the front door when he reached it. The world outside seemed to call to him, the grass around his house in the field swayed with the sea breeze of the ocean nearby. It was like a stranger, the outside world completely unknown except for a few brave adventures a couple of steps. Vision stepped out of his house, his foot sinking slightly in the soft dirt. A deep breath in filled his lungs with fresh air that cleared his mind for a moment, all the worry and doubt escaping him. Another step forward, and then another, until Vision was fully outside, his six eyes gleaming at the view from the cliffside which his old house rested. His mother smiled and started to walk a small path leading into a bundle of houses further left of the cliff and into a field. Vision followed his mother, the clouds above sending the cool breeze over him.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” His mother softly stated. Vision looked up to see his mother’s beautiful eyes focused on the forest outcropping the village. Vision looked there as well and gave a small sigh, the sight instantly ingrained in his mind. Slowly he walked to join her side, his head high as he took a deep breath in. This was his home, where he was meant to be, nothing could get him here, he’d be safe forever.

“Yes… it is, nobody will ever harm this place will they mother?” Vision addressed his mother, a suddenly nervous click in his step. A bit taken off guard by the question Vision’s mother paused and glanced down at her son. Vision couldn’t quite tell, but it seemed a small shadow of doubt etched across her face. Vision felt something stab into his shoulder blades again and he stumbled forward slightly, his sight clouded with black dots. His mother rushed forward to catch his forearm and Vision blinked his six eyes, grasping his mother’s fur.

“Are you alright Vision? What ails you my child?” His mother asked worriedly. Vision’s back suddenly flared in pain and he gave a choked gasp, again his eyes growing fuzzy, but he managed to stand, grasping his sides. He shot a fake smile at his mother and brushed her off with a wave of his paw. He didn’t want to worry her, she was already stressed with father being gone lately.

“Yes yes, I’m alright mother. Nothing ails me, just stumbled over my feet is all. Come, let’s not procrastinate any longer.” Vision said, a weary look came from his mother. But he started to walk forward, his graceful steps masking the pain that ripped at his back and he smiled. His mother followed him until she was behind him again, walking towards the humongous Viking hall where all the Lords met from around the land. Vision took up the many stairs towards the giant open archway doors, guarded by Vision’s own uncle and four more Viking guards. His mother greeted her brother with a small forehead touch, her smile curling across her gently sculpted face and Vision felt his heart flutter. This was it, the moment of truth, these doors would open and Vision finally move on from that one incident. His mother left the comfort of her brothers grasp and faced the doors, Vision looking up at them, frozen in his place. She felt a mix of emotions crawling in her, wanting to come out in the form of words of encouragement to her son, but she knew better than to interrupt his moment. Vision took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaking paws as he faced the giant doors, his six eyes glowing. Slowly Vision pressed against the doors with his paws and the large door creaked with effort of movement. As the light of the giant hall shown through the door Vision was left, his six adjusting to the sight. The grand hall was bigger than it looked on the outside, a couple of village folk shuffling inside with their own work. But when Vision stepped in they all stopped, turning to face the child. Vision felt himself sink into his own fur as all eyes were on him, his mother close behind but not reaching out to her son. Vision noticed the looks turned from surprise to suspicious as whispers all erupted between them. Vision flushed a tad, walking forward, trying to hide his six eyes. Vision didn’t realize that his gift would be so obvious, it never seemed like that in the house. Vision’s eyes stung as he heard some village folk chuckling or gasping as he went past, thinking they were only focusing on him. Vision kept his eyes down, trying to go faster, to escape, to run away from all the prying eyes. Vision bumped into something rough and looked up, tears springing from his eyes. A large Viscet loomed over him, suddenly silence cracking like a whip over all the villagers in the hall. The Viscet wore gold, probably treasure from his discovers and wealth shown throughout the kingdom. He was also draped in expensive silk and many other things. Vision looked up, his six eyes wide as no emotion ran through the Viscet’s face, only a small frown. The large male paused, regarding Vision before looking up at the others and his mother.

“Everyone may exit the grand hall now except this one and his parents.” The Lord spoke in a firm tone. Vision was taken back by how deep his voice was, sending shivers all down his spine, which caused his shoulders to flare in pain again, something definitely was not right. It felt like something was trying to push through his skin. But Vision remained still, everything closing in on the Lord as he looked deep into Vision’s six eyes, a unknown swirl of emotions rushing through Vision’s head. Vision felt his back flare again, this pain immensely great as he falls before the Lord, kneeling in pain. Vision’s mother rushes forward, trying to help her son back when she gives a loud gasp. The Lord pushes Vision’s mother aside and his eyes widen at the sight of Vision as he tries to stand up.

“By the power of Thor and Odin, your eyes are leaking Eitr boy!”

Word count; 1,557 words
End of chapter 2

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Disclaimer: This chapter contains mild vile description and gore content. You have been warned

Vision sat motionless in his mother's arms, the black tears streaming down and permanently marking his fur. This wasn't how the day was supposed to go, not like this at all. A crow outside cawed loudly as if to announce the disturbance to the village. Vision felt his heart tremble in his chest, a strange emptiness filling him as the Lord spoke with disgust to his father. Vision’s mother grasped her son with such ferocity it felt as though he may suffocate at the force. In all honesty Vision wished to suffocate right then and there, hearing the Lord talk with his father in a not so silent tone. The words cursed, and sickness were heard as his father turned to glance at Vision. His mother felt her heart thump, Vision crumpled up in her arms as he cried, the pain in his shoulders shooting through him. Something wanted to break through his skin and be free, but Vision had no clue what, he just wanted to curl up and disappear from existence. The Lord turned, his muzzle scrunched up and twisted in an unreadable emotion. Vision’s father had a withheld anger in his eyes as he stepped away from the Lord, turning swiftly on his heels, his blood red cape trailing him as he stormed towards the back of the Great Hall. Vision felt more poisonous tears leak from his very soul as a splitting headache struck him with the force of a thousand warriors. Vision crumbled into his mother’s arms, who clutched him close to her heart. The Lord approached with hidden caution, trying to hide beneath his superiority over the situation, yet he was shaken to the very core at the display. The Lord addressed Vision’s mother, who wore a warning snarl, lips curled back and a certain glow in her eyes that danced whenever the Lord got too close. The Lord cleared his throat, turning to the small crowd of villagers that had gathered and his golden plates around his legs and neck clinked.

“This is an unexpected… blessing ceremony today. I however cannot continue the ceremony until… this child goes to talk with a seeker. I cannot bless a child who has Eitr leaking from his eyes, but don’t fear, this situation is handled. Now dismissed.” The Lord quickly finished and was swept away by the council, many whispers rising from the crowd. Vision was swept up by his mother and carried out, time and his sight blurring out with the black tears. Many villagers tried to follow, looking to catch a glimpse at the child who was cursed. One after another they started to whisper Eitr and cursed snake. Vision’s mother turned and snarled once more at the villagers, telling them her son was blessed with the gift of sight before running off with Vision back to the house. There Vision blacked out, his mind hazy and clouded with his burning headache.

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The darkness swallowed him whole, and he sunk deeper and deeper, the light of what he had control over drifting farther and farther from his grasp. Vision tried to fight the darkness, he struck out with his claws and teeth but it was a million times stronger. The darkness was relentless, it sucked up Vision and his energy, spitting him out before sinking it’s teeth back into his body and soul. The searing pain in his shoulder flared once more and suddenly a pair of glowing slit eyes formed in the darkness, a pair of black poisonous fangs smirked. Vision screamed angrily, it had been the snake all along, the wretched creature. The snake opened it’s jaws, letting it’s sticky, deadly black tongue touch Vision’s paw. Vision froze, the headache coming crashing down and he fell down, the darkness sinking in around him. The snake slither closer to him, curling around his weakened frame and smiling.

“We need each other… for I am you and you are I. I know it hurts… but I’m bringing you down so later you can rise. The corruption of this little world of yours clouds your true power. Eitr.. you're my god and I your soul.” The snake suddenly opened it’s jaws, blackness pouring out and into Vision’s open eyes. Vision screamed with all his being, everything felt like it was on fire and rotting inside him. The pain was unbearable, he had to end it somehow. But Vision was frozen, blackness leaking from his mouth, the snake flicking it’s tongue in it, and smiling again. Vision crashed father into the darkness, the snake suddenly gone. Vision felt his eyes close, letting the darkness consume him, he didn’t care anymore, he wanted everything to end.

“Snake, you’re poison is in my soul!” Vision screamed, suddenly his eyes shooting open as he sat up quickly, his muscles tensed. The room around him came into view as he blinked, his own bedroom in his now secluded home. Vision gulped at the air like a hungry wolf at a fresh kill, his heart trying to slow as he clutched his fur blanket. Slowly Vision released the blanket, tears rolling off his cheeks as he stood. This home he lived in held many dark secrets, most of them trapped in Vision and he knew it. Vision leaned against the wall, letting his stomach suddenly empty on the floor below him. It left a putrid smell as Vision wobbled towards a lantern by his bedside table. He knew what he had to do, even if it defied his mother’s wishes. Vision grabbed the lantern and picked up the candle, striking the charcoal together to light the small flame. Vision felt his bones creak in slight pain, as if they’ve lived a thousand lives, now tired and worn. Still Vision walked forward,
determination in his steps, his eyes slipping in and out of darkness. Holding the lantern up, placing it in his jaws and lowering himself, Vision tiptoed silently into the darkness of the main room. He found his target, resting it’s shiny iron eye, it’s wooden frame lying still in the dark of night. Vision’s lantern trembled as he reached the big wooden oak door, his six eyes catching the moonlight and casting a shade, hooding half his face in shadows. Vision was gentle with the mighty door that had stopped Vision many times, second guess himself and go back to bed. But not today, this very night would be the end of that hurdle. Opening the door, cold iron knob in paw, Vision let his head rise, the lantern casting it’s short orange flame over the silence of nature. The small brown grass that grew on the hill swayed with the gentle breeze, the sea splashing it’s calming tides over the beach’s nude sands. Vision closed the door in his most delicate manner as to not make a sound. He turned, his six eyes scanning the cliff side, and his furrowed brows softened at the scene. How many times he had thought of throwing himself off the edge and let the sea carry him out to the other side of the world, a soft, innocent thought truly. But stil, times have changed, there was no more time for soft thoughts. Vision turned and sprang into his movements, legs pounding the Earth. He ran at a constant speed, nothing shaking him from his plan, no distractions could hold his gaze. Inside Vision felt his heart beating out of his rib cage, his eyes forward and feet straining at the distance he had to cover in the short time night gave. Finally the gentle glow of a light inside a faded hut gave Vision the satisfaction to stop. The hut sat still, seeming almost dead inside if not for the strange wisps of smoke clinging to the sides and pouring out a circular window. The trees around the hut were darkened even with the moon casting her bright gaze down on them, everything seeming off in this part of the forest. Vision tried to swallow but found his throat clenched in sudden fear. For this was the Seekers hut, the only one Vision could turn to now. Vision felt the lantern in his jaws suddenly go dark, even though there was no breeze to put it out. It seemed the hut beckoned Vision forward, the darkness outside threatening to take him. Like a rising and falling wave, Vision let the force of gravity pull him towards the hut, his mind blank for the first time, his heart calm, his steps steady and sure. The hut door opened before Vision even reached it, a strange smell wafting into the air. A cloaked figure appeared in the doorway, eyes masked by a pointed skull laced in red silk. The figure stood still, peering at Vision through the darkness before flashing a smile full of crooked white fangs, swirling around and hurrying inside. Vision paused, if he wanted to avoid it this was the last chance to turn and run. But the pain in the back of his shoulders was too much to bare and with a huge breath in he stepped into the small hut, ducking under the door. Vision’s six eyes blinked, taking in the scene set out before him, the hut appearing much larger on the inside. There was many scents that hit his nose at once and Vision almost staggered backwards it was so prominent. Vision felt a prick at his side and he yelped, jumping sideways to see the Seeker behind him, a strand of his fur in her paw as she curiously examined it.


“I've been expecting you Eitr. Took you a while but I knew you'd come.” The Seeker said in a weird haunting voice.
Vision felt his jaw tighten when the Seeker called him Eitr, about to tell her that was not his name when she gave a small gasp. Vision watched as a smile curled up upon her maw as she danced around, the cloak shaking as she suddenly grabbed Vision’s face with her one paw and holding it to the glow of a candle. Vision was frozen, never really having anyone dare touch him in fear they’ll get the curse and yet the Seeker leaned in, sniffing his muzzle and peering into his eyes. She nodded lightly, silent confirming something and whisking back towards a small wooden table with many trinkets and liquids strewn about.



“So it’s true what the rumors say, you leak Eitr from your eyes. What about the pain, it swells and circles your six eyes wanting to break out. Where is the pain coming from?” The Seeker threw over her shoulder. Vision was take aback by this, feeling his shoulders flare in a sharp pain again, making him stumble forward. Vision grappled for something to steady himself and put a paw on a small table. But right when he touched the table something flung itself into Vision’s face and exploded into a icy liquid. Vision snarled and tried to scream but his throat froze and he fell over, knocking an array of stuff onto himself. The Seeker turned in the confusion, her eyes widening as all her potions and projects came crashing down. The Seeker rushed forward to help Eitr up but, more importantly, gather up her potions and projects. But the Seeker was thrown back by the sudden strength of Eitr, his whole body suddenly seeing to grow twice his size and surpassing the height of any Viscet she’d ever seen.


“Seeker… the Seeker. All loopy on her potions and trying to solve that of the unexplained. Hush hush, it is corruption that darkens your mind and feasts on your heart. You’ve failed this poor child, now… he’ll sprout his wings of corruption over the village.” Eitr snarled in a deeper, rough voice. The Seeker felt her heart clash against her chest as the Viscet before her hunched over. Her eyes caught it all, the skin splitting and bits of fur falling to the ground as a shiny substance emerged from the shoulder blades. The Seeker screamed, her mask covering the tears that ran down her face as Eitr screeched in pain, four huge wings flaring out of his back, bits of fur flung around. His wings drooped, red blood dripping off the newly formed wings. Eitr turned, his eyes darkening and a crazed smirk came across his maw as he rn his tongue along his fangs.


“Spare the Seeker, she’s not worth our breath. She will learn son the mistake of her ways, but let her not leave innocently into the night. Eitr, come work to do, but first let the flames catch onto this mischievous craft the Seeker commits.”Eitr said slowly, again his voice mingled with a weird gurgling roughness. Spreading his wings, Eitr picked up the lantern that had a small lit candle and turned to the Seeker. He advanced upon her as she helplessly try to scramble up, pushing her paws against the ground. The size wasn’t the only thing that scared the Seeker but his wings. They had permanent dark veins running down them, spreading the poison throughout Eitr’s body now. Eitr grabbed the Seeker with one arm, catching her under the arms and swiftly throwing the lantern at the hut’s wall. It slammed against the wall in such a force that the lanterns solid surface split, making the candle burst onto the ground, the tiny flame easily catching on some dry moss next to the wooden table.


“No! No my projects, my work! L-Let me go Eitr!” The Seeker bellowed. Eitr walked out of the hut and shoved her onto the ground, suddenly over the top of her. He took his paw and ripped the sharp skull mask off of the Seeker, crushing it in his paw. The Seeker cried harshly, going into a coughing fit as smoke poured out the door of her hut. When she looked up Eitr was towering over her, his new wings flared and catching the glint of the fire’s light. There Eitr saw the half melted side of the Seeker’s face and gave a muffled gasp, looking down. The he turned and sprinted for the village.

Word count; 2,359 words
End of chapter 3

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2 ½ days later….

The trees surround the sleeping figure, leaning in at their old age to peer down at the broken sight. No birds sung in the air, their vocals squashed, their curiosity peaked down below. Eitr grumbled softly in his sleep, his fur matted with dirt clumps and dried blood was all over his muzzle and paw. As he made a loud snore some of the birds fled in panic, after having followed him from the village and a span of over 100 miles. The braver ones simply flapped their wings before settling again, seeing the slumbering Viscet stir. Vision yawned, his six eyes still closed as his muscles ached, especially his legs, the watery sweetness of sleep slowly fading into the back of his mind. He took in a deep breath of air, expecting the familiar scent of his home to come wafting into his nostrils and bless him with a reminder it was all a nightmare. But the more he kept taking breaths the more the forest smell stayed, until Vision felt his six eyes pop open in horror. Vision groaned as he tried to stand, everything in pain, yet he couldn't remember why. Staggering forward, Vision caught himself on a tree, only to grasp a new horrid image. His paw was bloody, and not just a normal bloody, the blood was pitch black, matted into his fur. Vision tried to scream but found his throat burning from lack of water. Trying to calm himself Vision checked around his body to see more blood patches and dirt matted in his fur. He also found scratches, Vision assumed from the attackers. But… what had happened? Vision tried to search through his mind for an answer, he would even be satisfied if it was just a clue. Vision sat, letting tears slip down his cheeks as he couldn't recall what happened and suddenly felt very alone, for the first time ever. His mother, father, everyone… where were they? Vision frantically turned, his eyes scanning for any signs of the village he'd grown up in. Fear pricked his spine, his fur standing up and his wings flaring in fright. Vision jumped, having forgotten entirely there were four glossy new parts to him. Vision walked forward, flapping his wings and trying to pull them into his sides. The sun came in through the trees, shadowing the grown with sun spots and twinkling dew on the low grass. Something twinkled in the grass, a shine catching the sun's rays and pulling Vision’s eyes towards them. Vision walked forward cautiously, hearing stories about bear traps and such, but as he got close Vision relaxed. The shine was golden, and in many pieces, which Vision creeped forward to peer at. The sudden realization came upon his core as he stumbled backwards, all the memories of the night that he lost control. He had… he had killed the Lord, stole his possessions and went on a rampage. But why, Vision held up his paws shakily not trusting them anymore. Vision turned to look at the Lord’s items scattered in the innocent grass, and Vision realized something.
The blood was blacker than his soul...

Word count; 529 words
End of writing for this comp. Thank you all so much, I will continue to write if I win c:
Total writing for comp; 5,994 words

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What else will you add -
Ideas, no touchy p-please c:
- Was born into a very strict Viking tribe, taking religion seriously
- He went to get blessed by the Lord of the tribe but the Lord wouldn't bless him
- Saught put a 'Seeker' who told him his soul was black tar
- Tried to keep his soul a secret and became antisocial, village people staring to get suspecious
- Started to become paranoid, seeing snakes in his dreams and began to call himself Eitr
- His family vowed him outcast after strange black markings showed on his fur, rejecting him
- Eitr tried to plead himself innocent but village people believed he had sold his soul to the devil snake, Jörmungandr
- Eitr saw a weird ghost snake appear, and he believed it was his soul's true form
- The snake vision 'took control of his body and made him kill many of his own village people, including the Lord
- Once Eitr came to his senses he blamed everything on his dark soul, the snake he saw, for killing his own family
- Eitr fled and tried to find a new home
- Survivers of the attack spread the news of the demon Viscet who sold his soul to Jörmungandr
- Rumors started to spread about the snake Viscet and soon there were hunting parties
- Ran into Bjorn, Echo, and Valkyrie all of whom had heard of Eitr
- Bjorn and Echo tried to chase him off and Valkyrie fought him
- Eitr escaped with his life but found that his soul had given him the devils gift, 'wings"
- Eitr accepted his fate of being linked to his dark soul and tried to stay away from others, having many nightmares
- The snake soul haunted him constantly and drove Eitr slightly mad
- Along his travels meets Alexander, who takes him in
- Tells Eitr that he is like him, and that they must accept the darkness of their souls
- Eitr is in a constant battle of his true self
- Is a very pessimist Viscet, always sees the bad outlook on things
- Terrified of snakes, his vision snake he believes is his soul taunting him
- Becomes a dark poet, writing about his many endeavours and leaves them in random places
- Legends about him go through the Viking tribes and many look to slay the devil Viscet
- Misunderstood but also driven slightly mad

To the other competitors + readers of this:

You guys are truly amazing, if I hadn't of found this community, this family, I don't know what would of happened to me.
I love each and everyone of you and, as I look over your forms... I root for each and everyone of you. Some people say that in competitions you have to be rough and it's everyone for themselves. But I don't see it that way, like honestly as I look over the things you've done and the art you guys draw I just fall way in love. I'm rooting for all of you guys, honestly you have my heart! Here is to these amazing family members trying out; Sweet and Salty, tiny little box, cyberdragon725, steampunkvale, Matreats, ~Prophecy~, Sandstorm814, angeldog5133, WolfWinter, and steamplonk. I love you all so much, and super duper good luck, I've looked over some of your forms and you all deserve this Viscet! You have my good luck and I'm rooting for you all <3

To Placebo, the artist of this Viscet:

Thank you so much for designing this stunning Viscet and allowing me to compete in this competition. It has been an honor writing and creating this character and I do hope you enjoy reading. I love your designs so much and when I saw this one I knew there was no turning back, I just had to try out. Thank you again for your time in this community/family and I'm so happy I'm able to compete for such a stunning legendary <3

Personal note to myself and my aunt Patty, forever in my heart <3 Read if you wish, but this my own personal thoughts, so please be respectful

Oh gosh, where do I begin. Aunt Patricia, life... is sometimes hard and... it became harder when you passed away in 6th grade. I'm a junior in high school now, 11th grade, 5 years now passed since you left. I miss you deeply, you had been a great role model in my life. Not a day goes by where I don't think about you, and look at what I do and just... feel lost sometimes. You had always been there for me, and as the Holidays come around I cannot forget how it had been one of the most happiest times of the year for you. You loved your family, you loved me, mom, uncle Donny, Grandma, Grandpa and everyone. We'd gather for Christmas at Grandma's house and you'd always give everything you had. I often wondered if you had possibly been lonely in life. I sit and wonder about it even now, you never married, never had kids of your own and I never got to ask you if you had ever wanted any. But... I just wanted to put this here, so that you know.. you're not forgotten. When I saw the theme was possession and corruption I could only think about how cancer you got sort of corrupted the last few moments of your life. When.. when I was typing about Vision and Eitr I can't tell you how many times I would cry and have to stop. It's hard, writing about this as it reminded me of you,
and the poison was like cancer, taking over /vision and in the last few moments he was "in his life" before he turned into Eitr. But I love this character and wouldn't have written it any other way. You are missed aunty Patty and I will never forget you.

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Eitr holding his "soul" in his paws, the weight of it crushing what once was light and easy to control. The snake simply grows heavier in his arms as Eitr sinks slowly and lets the darkness consume him more and more.

Vision slowly starts to lose himself as the poison in his veins creeps up his body possessively. It's one of Vision's least times he is fully in control of himself as he spends it sitting by the river, watching the sunrise.