Predaliena

A few weeks have passed since Darla’s encounter with the Great Old One. She had returned to her normal life and successfully began her studies in Miskatonic University. Derek and Josh assured her that their people were in the University, so she didn’t have to worry about having any problems. She still looked pretty much human, except for the very slight greyish skin color. The Star Spawn and the high priest of the cult let her know that her transformation had begun and would progress very slowly since the first change, but as she grew older, the traits of the Great Old One’s appearance would become more pronounced, just like it happened with all her ancestors. She led a peaceful life, and, of course, regularly visited the cult’s hideout to give in to the unearthly pleasure with her mate, the Star Spawn of Cthulhu. As a part of her daily life, Darla had always kept a calendar to follow her cycle, making markings in it. The approaching period had always warned her with the slight cramps

“Wake up!” Darla slowly opened her eyes. She saw a vague silhouette hovering above her but couldn’t see anything specific. Everything was blurry in her eyes. “Darla, please, wake up!” The voice belonged to a woman, and sounded very familiar. When Darla’s vision cleared more or less, her friend’s worried face was before her. “Ugh… Lucy? What happened?” “That’s what I’d like to know,” she whispered. “All I know is that we’re in some kind of prison with our wrists handcuffed.” “What?!” Darla immediately jumped up as if someone had poured a bucket of ice cold water on her. As she examined the surroundings, her heartbeat accelerated fast. Her eyes were wide with horror. The dark cell with one burning torch on the wall, metal bars instead of the door... It all looked too familiar. “Oh my God… No… It can’t be true!” Lucy watched her, confused. “What’s going on, Darla? Do you actually know where we are?” “Yes, I think I have an idea,” she replied. “It’s just like in my

Darla stood at the door of Lucy’s room, hesitating to proceed. She listened for a few minutes, and loud male voices combined with female laughing indicated they were having a party. She sighed. She could still leave, but she promised to herself not to leave Lucy alone with these guys, so she took her courage and knocked. She immediately heard light footsteps approaching the door, and the next second, it opened. Lucy was standing in the doorway, smiling and obviously being a bit drunk. But it wasn’t what caught Darla’s attention, and not even two men of her age sitting in the background. It was Lucy’s appearance. Darla eyed her friend from head to toe in shock, debating whether she was really facing her friend or a prostitute. Lucy wore a white top that was tied below her breasts, exposing her belly. It had buttons, and two of them were undone, so the cleavage could be seen amply. Of course, she hadn’t forgotten to put on her push-up bra. The short red and black plaid skirt barely

A lonely woman in a white robe sat in a dark cell, illuminated only by one burning torch. It provided enough light to see her surroundings, but it still was pretty dark. All she realized was being locked in some kind of a dungeon, and her wrists handcuffed together in front, just below her waist. She had no idea how she got here, but none of that mattered anymore. All that bothered her now was the reason. Who brought her here and why? She could hear male and female voices in the distance, but what they spoke didn’t sound like talking. They were chanting. The spooky sound of it sent shivers down her spine. Those people definitely were members of some cult. Despite them being somewhere in the distance, she could still hear the words. She froze and listened. What they chanted sounded like some gibberish, a language that didn’t exist on Earth, and yet she somehow understood every word they said. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu