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Debauchery BioTech

Chapter 3

-VB-

“Are you prepared for that?” the Red King asked as he walked around the table and up to him. Frederick looked up with bloodshot eyes. His heart heavy with fear and anxiety. The Red King looked down upon him with indifference. “Are you prepared to give up your humanity like Orianna has done? Like I have done? Like everyone will in my Priesthood of Kalmaktama?”

And finally, finally, Frederick managed to spit out a single word.

“Yes.”

He said he would give up his humanity.

But now… he wasn’t so sure. 

He stared up at … 

At this thing.

The karicst had led him and half a dozen other orins, the cult’s lowest ranking members, down to an underground complex underneath the compound that the cultists had built to operate as a mercenary company and garrison, which was signed by the local noble in charge but was really Archon Katrina Steiner putting the karcist here under her suggestion/recommendation. 

So why had he come to someone known to be part of Katrina’s ally? 

Because even if the karcist was an ally of Katrina, nothing said that he couldn’t make him his ally either, and what better way was there to make the karcist his ally than by coming one of his disciples? It was something Katrina could never do and Frederick had secretly hoped that the karcist would be amenable to support him, the only Steiner who can truly lead the Commonwealth against her enemies, in his bid to become the archon.

But now…

Now he wasn’t so sure. 

He had been led through the complex, seeing many rooms without doors where he saw many … many awful things. 

Those mercenaries the cultists defeated obviously went somewhere, and it certainly hadn’t been back to the earth or to the League. 

He shuddered at what they had been made into, and when he questioned the “practice,” the karcist had been surprisingly cold. 

‘Those who come to kill are those who sign their own life away. As the winners in this lawless universe, it is our prize to do with them as we wish.’

‘Then what about the civilians?’

‘Have they raised their arms against us?’

‘But some of them reject you.’

‘That’s their prerogative just as it is yours to join us. Rejecting us and staying out of the way is no cause for war.’

It was a very pragmatic worldview and practice, even if he felt sick and disgusted by what was happening to those mechwarriors. 

And now, the chamber he was led into put into question everything he’s done so far. 

Because he felt scared. 

He looked up at the chamber’s ground, walls, and arched high ceiling. Raw, pulsating flesh covered it all. Flesh monsters roamed along the sides of the chamber, looking at him and the others with unblinking eyes. 

He gulped as he turned back to look at the thing that was on the other side of this dimly lit cathedral-like space. 

A pool of red liquid - ‘it wasn’t blood, it couldn’t be blood, it didn’t smell li- oh God, it smelled like blood - sat on a lowered level in the ground and a dozen black stone altar etched with all manners of ritual circles and symbolism surrounded it. 

At the head of each stone altar was a waist-high fleshy sacs. 

And a man stood on the other side of this place, wearing a shoulder-fitting but otherwise loose yellow robe that looked something like a tube around him while he stood still. But his face… His face was something else. 

That was not a human face. Horns of pink flesh, monstrous teeth, divots where there were once eye sockets, and symbols like the ones on the stone altars were carved into his forehead.

Those symbols bled unending and they trickled down his face, neck, and disappeared under the yellow robes that never grew red. 

But Frederick saw the man’s feet and how they seemed to be connected to many blood vessels that disappeared into the flesh floor, and those vessels throbbed.

He felt scared.

He felt … He felt really scared. 

“The tenets of the Priesthood of Kalmaktama are very simple,” Karcist Croy rumbled. His voice echoed and shook the chamber lightly. The flesh monsters roaming the edge of the chamber stilled as they “listened.” As if they were well trained dogs waiting for orders. “What is the first?”

Frederick knew he fucked up when mouths tore open all along the flesh monsters’ bodies with spittles of flying blood drops as they answered as drums beat in the walls. There were drums in the walls. 

“Godhood is not out of reach!”

“What is the second tenet?”

“Flesh is supreme!” 

“... And what is the third tenet?”

“WE DEVOUR THE FLESH!”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-.’

But it was too late.

He felt two people grab his arms and he struggled. “Let me go!” he shouted as they dragged him toward the closest stone altar. He yelled and kicked and punched but it did nothing but draw the hoods of the orins’ robes. He screamed in horror when he saw not humans but fleshy things posing as humans. 

“You have sworn to throw away your humanity,” Karcist Croy rasped as Frederick screamed. 

“T-This is not what I meant! This was not at all what I meant!” 

Karcist Croy looked at him in the eyes.

And simply raised both of his hands as if in praise.

People began to chant. People who weren’t the orins around him. Chants echoed in the halls. Chants that … came from the flesh. 

“Yaen… Te… Leh… Sha!”

They threw him down upon the altar and morphed into fleshy, sinewy, and boney chains that kept him tautly strapped down. 

“Rejoice! The hour of your ascension is at hand!” the madman - the Cultist - roared. 

“Dai val… Ya Seh Use!”

And Frederick froze as he heard a squelch.

He snapped his chin to his chest and saw the top of one of those fleshy sacs curling upon.

And finger-like legs skittered out. 

“No no no no no, get me out of here! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” 

“Dai Min… Voi Val!”

“Brothers and sisters! Let us greet our new sibling to our midst! Take your places!”

Frederick watched in horror as four orins, actual humans this time, stripped themselves of their robes. They strode forward in the nude and willingly laid down on the empty stone altars closest to his. 

And their own flesh scas opened… and monsters crawled out of it.

He was sobbing now. He cried fat tears as those monsters crawled up the bodies of the cultists with their long finger-like appendages and flicking tails before hugging the head and covering the faces. 

“Soi kan… Soi Se Use!” 

Frederick squeezed his eyes close as he heard gags all around him.

“Human kind’s secret lust, a voice to take them higher! These new siblings are those who have come forth, tossing aside their delusions of normalcy to start a new revolution of their bodies!” 

He was going to die. Oh God, they were going to use him as some kind of fertilizer for monsters. 

Then he sobbed and screamed as he felt the sharp nails of one of those monsters crawling up.

And he screamed as the monster grabbed his face and shoved something into his mouth. He gagged as he felt it push down his throat and keep pushing. Going deeper and deeper. He bucked and struggled but it was useless. 

“Take these seeds, brothers and sisters… and be born anew!” 

‘Please… not like this…’ Frederick let the darkness creep in and take him away. 

-VB-

Karia Takanashi threw up.

She had just watched through a secret camera planted in the “Ascension Hall” as Frederick got dragged onto a stone altar while the karcist spewed insanity about seeds and ascensions. 

What’s worse was that there were men and women - all of whom were people who had a good life before this! - who willingly laid down on the altar as well. 

She needed to report this. 

Things were going south in the cult very fast. 

She took deep breaths. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. In out. 

She allowed herself to calm down.

Now that she knew what she needed to do, she needed to gather evidence of the insanity happening down here and plan to escape. 

She stood up to start both of those. She walked out of her cult-designated room and -.

-Ran face first into Zend Orianna.

Karia froze.

The zend tilted her head, making the veil shift sideways to show a part of her lower face.

And she smiled.

“Little spy~.”

She shrieked and scuttled back, pulling out a gun and a pill. The former to defend herself and the latter if it came down to it.

“No need to worry,” Zend Orianna crooned as her mouth shifted and morphed. 

Karia watched in horror as the beauty, voluptuous woman changed into stringy and boney. Chitonous growths took over the once beautiful priestess’s skin as she changed into some kind of a bug. She barely fit into the doorway and only grew larger as she stepped into the room.

“Little spy, little spy,” she chittered and Karia felt her lips trembling. 

She was going to die, wasn’t she? 

She was going to die and disappear like so many others before her. 

“Do not worry,” the voice suddenly changed as she laughed. “We knew you were a spy from the start. I just wanted to scare you~!”

And then the volutaar changed back to being her usual sensual self.

Karia sat on the floor, confused and horrified. “Huh? You knew?”

“Of course~,” the first member of the Priesthood crooned as she elegantly slid down to her knees and pulled up Karia’s chin with two fingers. “After all, Dear Katrina asked beforehand if she could have “assurances” for appearance’s sake. Why would we hide anything from our friend?”

The Archon knew what was going on inside the cult? “You… you…!” 

“Shush, dear. You are still a member of the Priesthood,” the zend said as she stood up. And then there was a snap.

Karia’s head snapped up toward her desk that she’d backed up to while crawling and saw a paper tag landing on her electronic. Then there were electrical zaps that sparked around the tag. 

And then her computer smoked. 

She watched with wide eyes as everything she’s gathered so far literally went up in smokes. 

“You can join Zend Karstein when he flies over to Tharkad to report to the archon. She’ll want to know what we did to Frederick. I think she’ll be happy to know that we’ve removed him as a political thorn in her side. After all, no one is going to accept a cultist for an archon, right? Especially one that has a living monster inside his chest.”

… Huh?!

-VB-

“Rise and shine, Mister Steiner. Rise and shine.”

Frederick … groaned as he curled up.

What the hell? He felt so dehydrated. All of his muscles felt sore and -.

And then he remembered. 

“Flesh is supreme!” “This is not at all what I meant!” “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

He shot up and whirled around.

And only found Karcist Croy standing at the ground level while he had just fallen off of the stone altar.

His hands immediately went for his face and didn’t find the facehugging monster.

No, instead, he found out dead on the fleshy ground next to him.

“It did its job.”

Frederick whirled on the karcist with hate bubbling inside of his chest. “You…!”

“Can’t you feel it?”

The man’s words rang inside his head. Frederick, who had been about to run up to the man and punch him even if it was the last thing he did, froze.

The karcist hadn’t spoken.

“That’s right,” Karcist Croy nodded. Again, he didn’t move his mouth. The voice rang in his head. “You have taken the first steps to becoming something more than a human.” 

Frederick felt his hands shaking. Yes, he still felt anger, but it had been swept aside by the renewed terror at what might be happening.

The karcist smiled. 

It was a nice smile. It terrified him because now … now he could truly feel what the karcist was. 

His eyes had adjusted. He had risen and his eyes shined with the truth of a world he hadn’t known before. 

As his eyes adjusted, he saw the red shadow that covered everything and originated from the karcist. A pulsating soul that was so… so…

“And now, you see, Mister Steiner. Congratulations. You are now more than human,” he said and gestured for a few orins to step up. Frederick hadn’t even noticed them before. They stepped forward and held up slabs of meat on plates.

He saw and found the world terrifying. He looked at himself and saw … 

Ascension was a lie. 

The monstrous flesh now embedded in his body like an infection made him a monster.

And the the smell of raw meat the orins brought tickled his nose too much.

-VB-

A/N: So no, Anastasius Focht is not getting chest busted. He’s wishing he did.