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Casa de Destino wrote:Foreword wrote:Warnings;; This is a horror story. If you are squeamish at death or mentions of violence, I advise you to turn away. This also portrays the Milky Way Kits included as anthros. The MWK's included in this story (aside from Deimos) are not official MWK's, and will only be included in this story. No official MWK's were killed in the making of this story. I assure you, however, that this is not going to break CS rules; that is, there will be no graphic scenes of violence or explicit language. Please do not take this idea.
This was also based off of a true story. PM me for more information on the story this was based off of.
Deimos, ever since birth, had been deemed a child prodigy. He was extremely intelligent, being able to solve complicated math equations and could build model houses in a little under a day. However, it was undeniable that this kit was...peculiar, to say the least.
Ever since his mother died - when he was around the age of five - Deimos had been extremely interested in death. How it was caused, the many different ways to die... All of it just fascinated him beyond belief. Intrigued by this phenomenon, Deimos captured small animals - such as rabbits, mice, and frogs - and began his studies on death. Some deaths were fast, such as a quick stab wound, but others were much more slow and tortuous.
His father became concerned for his other children's safety, so he sent Deimos to live with his aunt. But the older woman encouraged this prodigal's studies - she found them interesting and quite logical.
The intelligent Milky Way Kit soon grew old enough to go to college and study medicine, as he'd claimed he wanted to do so in order to see if there was a process to reverse the cycle of life - to, in a sense, cheat death.
After graduating from college with a Master's Degree in Psychology and Medicine, Deimos found it difficult to find a job as a doctor. So, in order to try to make a living, he became an architect, designing homes and businesses. The Milky Way Kit, after a while, grew more interested in designing buildings, and decided to build a small motel in Salem, Washington.
His fascination with death never lessened.
Deimos opened his hotel - "Casa de Destino" - in the summer of 2007. It became a success, and was nearly filled within the first month.
That was when the horrors occurred.
You see, Casa de Destino - which, when translated, meant "House of Fate" - was all a big experiment to Deimos. He closed the hotel to newcomers for a week during Christmas season, and started his studies on death and resurrection once again. But this time, his "guinea pigs" (so to speak) were the hotel guests.
The hotel, while small on the outside, was actually quite wide and spacious, filled with a winding maze of hallways which most got lost in rather easily. Some doors could only be opened from the outside, thus trapping the inhabitants inside it. Only Deimos knew the path in and out of Casa de Destino, and with this information, began his studies.
Every day that week, Deimos would wander the halls of Casa de Destino, searching for Milky Way Kits that had strayed from their rooms. Every day, a number of them would die.
Like his early experiments, some deaths would be quick and painless. Others, far slower and more malicious than one would be able to comprehend.
Once the corpses were collected, Deimos's experiments on resurrection began. He'd mix concoctions and test them on subjects that had just recently been killed, each time failing. And every year, he would repeat this process, the number of victims growing larger with each passing Christmas season.
It was in the late fall of 2011 that he was finally caught by the police. By then, he'd already slaughtered about 420 Milky Way Kits in the past four years. He was soon brought to justice and sentenced to death by electric chair. However, on the day of which he was to die, a horrific sight lay before the eyes of the officer who had been sent to retrieve Deimos.
The two officers guarding his cell were brutally murdered. Deimos was nowhere to be found.
Even today, nobody knows the exact whereabouts of this maniacal, murderous genius. Rumor has it that he's returned to Casa de Destino, to further his studies. But no one is brave enough to find out, lest they get lost and suffer the same fate as those who had lived in his nightmarish labrynth all those years. So the question to ask is: are you brave enough to see if the rumors are true?
674 words exactly. -is not sure if this story is too long or something-
PurpleKakashi wrote:Dragon-Of-The-Night wrote:When does this end? Gah, I wish I could try for him but I'm still over my limit ... maybe I could PM Qualeo ;uu;
Anyone who would like to use Lucifer in their story may, just let me know ^u^ He's a dark son of the underworld so he'd be great for this comp~
huehue He would go well with Lucifer *hinthinttoothers*
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Username: Raw_Silver_Studios
Kit Name: Calic Lupidacus
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Calic had seen many things in his life time, but nothing quite like this. He was left in ruin on one of his travel platforms. His fur stood on end and body trembling in fear at the sound of a cracking sound followed but a loud shriek. His bones? No, he felt no pain...his eyes widened. The sound of a crystal. His orb. His ears drew back causing his upper lip to show his fangs in anger. His orb had been stolen.
His legs trembled of the thought of an invisible force throwing him around violently and shaking him into unconsciousness. His mind had blanked out before he could see his foes face. The only thing that he remembered was a long black galaxy like tail flowing over his body and turning red before vanishing.
He jumped onto a platform from his galaxy and huffed for it to spiral him into the deep void of space. He was going to find his orb. Even if it killed him.
Nothing seemed right. His heart fluttered at the sight of the colors of his galaxy fading slowly in the distance, planets being pulled out of orbit and crashing into one another. The sounds made him sick. Pieces of debris was sent hurtling toward him from all directions. He tried to avoid as much of it as possible when suddenly, his eye caught the sight of a black hole below him. Since he had created everything, he knew it better than anybody else. He did not create that.
He leaped down from his platform only to be met face to face with a pair of red eyes and a malicious laugh. He quivered to the sound of it; it sounds empty. He stared in horror as the image of the black void transformed into a Kit. Its lifeless eyes sending shivers down his spine.
It bared its teeth as he did. It followed his battle movements perfectly.
He howled at it to stop but it persisted. It only laughed at him.
Just when he was about to pounce on it and rip it into shreds, the image of the kit started to fade to a red. His eyes followed its. He only blinked for a second and it was gone. Panic raised in him. He searched around him frantically. Nothing.
His back legs started to shake. He didn't like this. As he turned back to leave, his face was met with the kits face only an inch away. Its red lifeless eyes staring back. Calic yelped and jumped back.
Its mouth started to open abnormally wide, causing a huge unknown force to drag him towards its sharp teeth. Its mouth opened wider in frustration. It let out a loud shriek piercing his ears. He tried digging his claws into the nearest platform, but the kit was sucking them all in. He was doomed. His grip on the ground was lost. His muscles tried from the stress of fear and shaking.
He closed his eyes tight and prepared for the worst as he went head first into the kits mouth.
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