The Shadows.

A clean cut Penguin made his way through the heavy doors of the tavern, standing out greatly from the rough crowd in its walls. He was tall, strong built, with auburn feathers and bright green eyes. His flippers held a slight pointed edge to them, and along with the light leather armor he wore, he would have stood out greatly amongst a crowd of beings such as yourself. No, the situation was quite the opposite, he was the most normal.

Around him demons brawled, some with bizarre, fantastic bright colored hair and eyes, others completely black and white from their skin to their eyes. They were either brawling and knocking over furniture or blissfully and drunkenly unaware of their surroundings and slurred out old bar tunes. The man’s presence went unnoticed.

He made his way past the unsightly crowd to the back of the tavern — where booths remained empty — save for one monochromatic woman smoking idly; breathing out orange and blue smoke that wafted towards the ceiling, smogging up the already toned down yellow lights that hung above the seating. Farther back from her, the second-to-last booth on the left, was the other figure. She wore a completely black cloak with the hood pulled up and over her head to where only a person could catch a glimpse of her pale beaks every once in a while as she talked. Her back was leaned against the wall and the tips of her flippers rested on the edge of the red cushioned seat. Her unseen gaze was kept forward even as the newcomer sat on the opposite side of the booth. He leaned in and clasped his hands together, staring intently at the cloaked figure for her to speak first.

“So, you’re the one who has requested my assistance, aye?” The hooded figure’s voice flowed out low and smooth, sending a slight chill down the other’s spine. “Y…Yes. I did.” He began, trying to hold his voice firm. With a clearing of his throat he followed up with: “To confirm, my name is IceyFeet1234, Ice Warriors leader. I’m indeed the one who asked you for information about Drust.”

This pulled an odd chuckle from the woman in black as she finally turned her head to face Icey, the hood completely shutting out her face and leaving only a crooked smile to be seen. “You really mustn’t be from around here. Everyone knows of our great warrior. Or at least, the surface stories. Tell me, where do you hail from?”

“I’m not the one to be discussed, you’ll have no information on me.” Icey held firm. “I’m here to learn everything there is to know about the one you call your savior, Drust. What I’m truly after is her past.”

“Not her weaknesses?” The other inquired. “I’m well versed in those already.” Icey responded. “Well, If you insist. Settle down, please, as this is one hell of a tale to tell. Ah, waitress~” “I’m off duty.” The smoking woman snapped harshly, not turning to look at her as she took another puff.

“Well, whenever you’ve decided to earn your keep again, bring me and my friend what I usually order for such meetings.” The woman simply rolled her eyes at her words and continued her bad habit as she watched another brawl in the rowdy part of the tavern break out.

“Well! To know of Drust, you must know of her family.” The informer began. “Her father was a Demon Lord, the leader of the first band of Monochromatics before the species population exploded. He was a well liked lord, well respected, well known. Her mother was a prominent woman in the demon community of, well, the town that stood here before the Inner City was built. But we’ll embellish on that later. Together they had five children. Dash the oldest, then McHappy, then Boomer, then Janda, then Drust. Drust and her sister Janda were the only two to be born with the Monochromatic mutation — Her father was a pure blood and her mother held three fourths of the gene, or something of the like.

“Their family was very close. All of the children grew up with happy, content lives. Drust of all of them was the happiest, most enthusiastic, kindest child of them all.” She paused at that point and gave a chortle. “I never cease to find that part amusing. So ironic~ Ahh, but anyways — One day something terrible happened. Her father vanished! Simply up and left his wife, children, followers — everything. To this day, he’s still considered missing in action to those who know of him.

“Her mother was ever so sad, as you could imagine. Over time she just kept spiraling down and down until she hit rock bottom and went absolutely mad. She started to hear things, see visions, and began to recite strange stories to her children of the dark god Bluesockwa1 who was to be reborn. They would often cast her odd behavior to the side, excusing it on their father’s absence, though they shouldn’t have! Oh, but they didn’t know how bad it would escalate…

“On a dreadful December morning, the brothers and sisters woke up to find themselves in a dark, small, confined room with metal walls and metals floors, no windows and only one door! They panicked at first before coming together to figure out how to escape or at least survive. But one held back. Drust stayed in the corner she woke up in, and mad, mad things began to run through her head. She didn’t know it then, only time brought about the realization that an unknown voice had possessed her and caused her to do what she did next.

“The only other object in the room was a staff the others had somehow managed to overlook in the darkness. Drust picked it up and stared at it. The voice began to tell her how her sisters and brothers’ plan actually involved killing poor Drust off first and that the only way to live was to kill them all herself.”

The story teller paused as she watched the waitress throw the burned out smoke on the floor and grumble, get up, and get back to work. She turned back to Icey who had leaned in even more with eager, his eyes wide. “And then?” He asked.

“And then? And then she went and did it, is what. She hacked them all up with an incredible power backing him up. It was all a blur and happened so fast. Blood was sprayed everywhere. It coated the walls, the floors, and when the little demon came to from her possessed state, she looked at what she had done and wept. Her brothers held no chance.”

Icey leaned back from his chair and exhaled. “That’s certainly something. Do you know the force that drove her to do it?”

“Unfortunately, that even escapes my infinite knowledge. But don’t be disappointed! This story is far from over. You see, she was locked in that room for about a month. As you I’m sure know, the penguin species can live off of much less than a demon for a much longer time, but she was still forced to…well I’ll be blunt, eat her brothers and sister to stay alive. Most of them were hacked up too badly to gain any unspoiled bits from, but she did what she had to do.”

“On December 21st, the door had opened again. It was her crazed mother with a sick grin upon her face. ‘Oh, the youngest child is she! She the incarnation of Bluesockwa1! Our lord be praised!’ She sang with dillusion. Drust was much too weak to do anything but watch as she drew near. She bent down and covered her hands in the blood of a disfigured body — you may or may not know either, but a Penguin’s blood stays fresh much longer as well — and began to draw a pentagram upon the wall.

“She picked up her child by the scruff of her sweater and held her firmly against the symbol and began to chant wildly. The blood began to glow bright red and lit up the room. Dark shadowy tendrils ripped open from Hell itself and grabbed the young lady in their grasp. Her mother took a few steps back and watched with an empty grin. Slowly the shadows began to rip Drust’s body apart, and instantly fill in the broken, shredded flesh with the shadow substance of its own making. The agonized screams of the daughter and the shrieking laughter of his mother blended together in a terrible melody.

“About 30 seconds later, or was it a minute? It could have been five days of torture to her– regardless, the transformation was complete. The lovable child was reduced to a half solid, half liquid deformed tar penguin/Demon upon the floor trying her hardest to remain a single, solid shape, but the inky liquid poured off of her onto the floor as fast as she could manifest it. She now was not alive, but she wasn’t dead. She couldn’t breathe or eat, but she didn’t have to to live. She was simply a set amount of this Other Worldian tar material, this complete personification of shadows, held together by a shattered conscience.

With one last smile upon her handiwork, the mother began to leave. Before she would shut the door for another month, she turned to face her daughter one last time, or what was left of her, and dared to utter the words “I only did this because I love you.”

The cloaked figure dropped silent, as the rest of the bar seemed to as well. The waitress came back grudgingly with their drinks and set them down. “Thanks hon.” The story teller smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and went back behind the counter to serve up the crowd that had begun to become rowdy again.

“So — what happened after that next month?” Icey pressed further.

“What happened? HA!” She picked up her glass and chugged it down, smacking the glass hard back down on the table. “She opened the door again and Drust, now mastered at holding her own form, picked up that rusted knife and stabbed the bitch in the heart, killing her instantly! She fled the house out into the cold winter night to fend for herself for the next four years. But she didn’t flee alone. Her sister and brothers’ souls had been trapped in the room since the day she murdered them, and during the transfiguration of Drust into her new body, the souls of her brothers inhabited her body and tortured her mentally, constantly, for that whole second month about how it was all her fault.”


Hehehe I did it .w. ^ 


13 Responses



  2. Drust u paint an image in my head.


  3. Kill Icey like I did in my old stories. D<


  4. Lovely story


  5. Durst, would you try to be a little active?
    Your pretty lazy.
    You wrote this story when you were in CPASC.
    Than when you got hired for SMAC, you just went to CPASC and copied everything from their than posted at SMAC.
    Now you got hired for CPAC and your doing the exact same thing.
    Try to write a new story rather than being lazy and posting a story on a site that has already been read by many.


    • Rex, blue told me to do this. And I don’t have much time
      Due to school and work.


      • All you do is copy and paste.
        Even Blue could just copy the whole story from CPASC and post it here.

        Try writing a NEW story rather than constantly posting the same story over and over again on different news sites.


        • I AM WORKING ON SOMETHING NEW. -.- 1. i need to Post the story again FOR THOSE WHO HAVENT READ IT. Then I might get the time to work on the thingie im working on. Just be grateful I’m Giving up my free time for this. .___.


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