Somniare Omnia
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Within darkness there's always light glowing brightly. All we have to do is reach out to grab it. Don't give that light up for anything. Through the shadows I will write to make sure that light stays bright.
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Chapter 6: Agony of Mors. Content Warning.
January 19, 2598 | 12:19 a.m. Friday early morning Deep in the foggy visage of the stream, beneath the safety of the weeping willow, Mors and I sat together for a few hours. In that moment he was unable to shift from the "monstrous" form into his human form. Our argument triggered an excess of agony within his very being. There is much even he does not understand about his own abilities and how they work. As we sat there talking, Mors mentioned that he was astonished on how I managed to walk through his aura of agony. Or at least that is what he perceived it to be. If I am being honest, I find it rather perplexing that I was able to make it to him with that amount of anguish flowing into my soul. Then again, it was no different than the pain I had felt when I lost Nen, or every single betrayal I had experienced. I do not have a satisfactory answer for either one of us. Instead, I put it rather simply. I was not going to stop at anything to make sure he was alright. I could tell that part of him did not completely accept what I was trying to convey. Though I do believe that he knew I was trying to be empathetic towards him. It was a struggle to empathize. I didn't know exactly what he needed, nor how I was supposed to feel. All I knew is that in the moment he needed me, which gave me the reason to attempt. I felt as if I could not bare to part with someone who was truly kind hearted either. It frightened me to my very core. After I confided about how much it frightened me to be without him, he had the audacity to chuckle in that deep demonic voice of his. I must admit that it was interesting to hear the difference between his human form and the one before me. He stated that I was his connection to this world. That it is his choice to remain by my side, however, he didn't like how I snapped at him. That was indeed a low point for me. He fed me. Yet I snapped. He made sure I was safe, protected, and clothed. Then I repay him by snapping out of anger and frustration. Before you even ask, Reader, I did apologize for my actions.
By Somniare Omnia2 months ago in Horror
Chapter 5: Maidwick Woods. Content Warning.
January 18, 2598 | 2:38 a.m. Thursday early morning Old decaying trees lay on amongst the new foliage as we entered Maidwick Woods. The woods seemed more like a forest with its denseness above. Even the moonlight struggled to penetrate through the thick mix of leaves and branches. If I am being honest, and I usually am, it was like entering another realm all together. What little moonlight came through the canopy provided a soft whitish blue light. It was slightly foggy out, which made the area seem hauntingly ethereal. The elegance of it all is truly hard to put into great detail. I would say that it is one of those places you must see for yourself. From all the decaying trees, we could see the new life sprouting. Mushrooms, insects, even grass and flowers were growing from the the trees, given the climate was absolutely perfection. I feel like we have been sauntering through here for hours. Mors believes it had only been about 30 minutes in total. Before I completely forget it about it. Right before we entered the woods, I saw something. I wish it were not important to document. There were three people bound to poles, facing the woods. They were battered, bruised, bleeding, and stripped of all dignity. For a brief moment we paused, taking in their visage. Once it was all processed and the shock wore off, which was a brief moment, we rushed to the trio. Mors took their agony as I untied them. If their wounds had been worse, I would have used Verity. Choosing not to use Verity actually brought about a dispute between Mors and I. He stated, and I quote, "what is the point in having a power such as yours if you are not willing to use it? Are you looking down on them for being human? Is this about revenge?!" End quote. As frustrating as it is for me, I understand. It isn't about what I could do. It was about the principle. To put it simply, I refused to cross that line. I tried to explain. I attempted to explain that I would have used Verity if they would not have survived on their own. For some reason he has decided to still be angry with me for lack of using it. Does he not realized that he acts as if I had betrayed us all to the enemy for my refusal in using it. However, it is my choice in whether or not to use it. Either way this incident has put a rift between us. Now that we have gotten that out of the way. Back to going through the woods in order to get caught up to the present. Even Mors was in awe to the point I believe he forgot he was angry with me. Maidwick Woods: overgrown, decaying foliage, thriving ecosystem, and a few manmade structures. The manmade structures seemed to be various types of vehicles, a few shacks, plus some cabins. There were plenty of old broken wood fences spread out among the overgrown pathways. If we hadn't notice the remains of the fence, we would have never known about the path. Perhaps there were many more paths at one point, however this particular one happened to be the only path we found. It lead us to a strangely large cabin. One that could easily house about a hundred people comfortably. Walking up on it, I could see that nature had reclaimed at least the outside of this cabin. Though I would say it is more of a lodge than a typical cabin. It was absolutely gorgeous to see it bathing in the light of the moon above. Almost like a paradise for the hopeless and downtrodden. It was a calming place at first glance. Mors seemed indifferent with it, meanwhile I felt a strong pull. It was like a magnetism of some sort that felt strange to feel. I could not help but move quickly to the entrance of the lodge. Mors, even being angry, seemed to be rather worried. He rushed over to me, trying to make sure I didn't rush into a trap. Unfortunately I fought him, desperate to move forward. There was indeed a trap. As I write this, I feel as if I am starving. Anyway. The trap. I walked right into it, which is strange that I was affected by something so simplistic. Perhaps it is because I haven't been out among others in so very long. Maybe there is another aspect I have not thought of yet. It felt strange as I was hit. A sharp pain hit me, more like pierced into me. The last thing I remember before waking up inside the lodge was Mors rushing to my side petrified of what he had seen.
By Somniare Omnia2 months ago in Horror
Chapter 4: Hallowed Grounds. Content Warning.
January 17, 2598 | 4:58 a.m. Wednesday early morning Maidwick Woods, a section of the country that Andromeda Morganite has no sway over. Though she has attempted several times to take control of it. Just not recently from what I can see. There is not too much known about the woods, except it can and is often used as a safe haven for those who cannot find anywhere safe to go. That's a comforting thought. Plus, if it is where the quartet is hiding, that would make things easier. To put it elegantly, Maidwick is the biggest lead we've had in weeks. It all started with Mors remembering the words of a mad man. Except I do not think Valo is a mad man in the literal sense. I have my suspicions on whether or not Valo being captured was part of the plan all along. Between the traveling, research, talking, and resting between, I got to think long and hard about what Mors had stated alongside the what I found in the articles. Something wasn't adding up. These four were smart enough to know it was a trap. I realize that it could be a case that they wanted to save the bait, as it were. However, what if there is more to it? I find it hard to believe that Valo didn't know what Sorina is. In fact, I would be surprised if she hadn't told Noe and Lorcan as well. She was never one to hide that part of her with people she trusted. She was utterly too trusting. Then again, so was I once upon a time. That has changed. For her though? It could have been an asset. I have no solid proof, yet. However, it is possible that they planned a counter. What is better than capturing your enemy? Making them think you have been beaten. Using Sorina, they could easily have someone act as a dead body to be carried into the building. Valo being captured would give them another option of gathering intel on Morganite's organization. Of course the wounds would have not completely been part of the plan, but it might have been welcomed to really bring everything together. To make it seem as if their counter wasn't planned. Telling Mors about Maidwick would have been a tactic of gathering a formidable ally. Him having an invite is a good thing. Meaning they at least want to open up a conversation. Let's hope they are willing to speak with me as well. I am putting a lot of faith in Sorina's memory of me being her friend. That could backfire on me somehow. We will see in due time. The last time I wrote in this journal was eleven days ago. It is amazing how fast time can slip by when you are planning and researching to assist the future of mankind. Granted, it isn't all that had transpired. No. There is much more. In fact Mors is officially living in my apartment with Orion and Damaris Blackwell's blessing. Though I think they may start making me pay rent. For a while they said that payment in the form of protection was enough. I fear I am officially pushing my luck.
By Somniare Omnia4 months ago in Horror
Chapter 3: Part 2: Plotbound. Content Warning.
January 6, 2598 | 11:15 a.m. Saturday late morning Gun powder filling the air with the sickening sweet scent with a copper undertone is how I remember it. How I remember the fighting, or rather the war that was being waged on innocent lives. The government's own military turned towards the civilians they were supposed to protect, many defected to keep their solemn oath. The ones who continued to follow blindly cut down their own as well as the ones they swore to protect. The key to stopping that from happening is having a strong resistance to leaders such as that. Is that why she is familiar to me? Did she fight by my side in some form of resistance? Was that when I met her? Is it when Sorina first came into my life? I had to take a break before I coming back to the research. Seeing that photo. I couldn't place it. I knew her. I just knew that I had seen her or met her before. It was only when I decided to take a moment to take a deep breath as I closed my eyes for a moment. As I exhaled I began to remember that I did know a young vampiric woman that was called Sorina. Whether or not that was her actual name was another issue altogether. This freedom fight, or resistance leader as some would call her, was the spitting image of the vampiric woman I had met. At that time Sorina was around 300 or so. I doubt this would be an offspring, nor would it be a descendant of the human bloodline from her. From what I recall, Sorina's entire human bloodline was killed off due to some situation of the times. She was rather vague on that. The more research I have been conducting shows me that she hasn't changed one bit. She was known as the most compassionate, empathic, as well as fierce leader of the resistance. I wish I could say that I am surprised, yet I am not at all. From what I remember, Sorina was always the first person to run into the burning building to save anyone that was left inside. She would make sure that every single person was safe, not to mention give the shirt off her back to make sure those around her were taken care of. Give. Give. Give. There was nothing she wouldn't do to make sure everyone had a fair chance. Seeing that she was one of the first to start fighting was no surprise. One article stated that the kind leader had began fighting for one reason alone, she saw a child crying. That alone would set most sensible people off, myself included. I believe even the most apathetic person would fight for a child. I should know considering I feel that I am highly apathic at this moment in my life. Digressing once again. I swear that will most likely fix itself. Where was I? Right. Sorina and the resistance. She never does anything without a purpose. Throughout the articles, every journalist tended to agree that Sorina was the one leader to trust above all else. Mostly because she had the kindest heart. Her husband, Valo, stayed at her side. Silent, stoic, and a force to be reckoned with. I couldn't tell you if he was human or not.
By Somniare Omnia4 months ago in Horror
Chapter 3: Part 1: Plotbound. Content Warning.
January 6, 2598 | 1:15 a.m. Saturday morning We haven't been here long. I would say about an hour, give or take. There was a slight wait for the owner, which I contributed to the time of arrival. Most stores are in fact closed around this time of the morning. Even though the door was locked I managed to fix that little issue with some knowledge that isn't my ability. I don't want to take unnecessary chances of being exposed if it can be helped. I am not saying I am proud of it, however, I will say that we did wake up Allard Denholm. At first Mr. Denholm was contentious, mostly due to the rude awakening. According to Mors, he managed to convince Mr. Denholm to have a conversation with me, even after waking him up from a preferable dream he was having. The moment I was greeted with the lovely owner, I promptly handed him the letter given to me by Mr. Blackwell. I have no idea what Orion Blackwell had written, however, the look on Mr. Denholm's face changed drastically after he read it. There were no questions, no interrogation tactics, just blind trust. Whatever was said in that letter must have been some powerful words. He quickly tucked the letter away. Not that I am complaining. It is must appreciated for whatever was said. I will admit that I had to inquire about the letter. I was met with the infamous "that is not your business" statement. Granted it does not truly matter what was said, I was simply curious. Anyways, that is no longer an issue. Back to the point of why I am writing this entry in particular. Once Mr. Denholm read the letter, he agreed to allow me into the backroom. There were a couple of rules that I had to agree to before he would allow me to use anything. One, do not take any books from the room. Everything must remain in the back room as it was when I walked in. Two, do not take pictures, recordings, or put any materials on a flash drive. According to Mr. Denholm it is perfectly alright to record a few things in my journal. Three, be respectful of property and of secrecy. Only trusted personnel may know about the backroom. All are rather acceptable rules to follow, which I have no qualms in following. Would not be the first time I had been in such a strict environment. Though I would not call this strict. I would state that this is cautious over all else. The goal of coming here is simple. I wish to find out exactly what transpired over the years. How did this become a reality? Who is Andromeda Morganite? What is her end goal? What is it that Mors apparently had taken? What changed? Who rose up to fight? Where is the resistance presently? Hopefully I can have some of those answered today. One step closer to figuring out a solution.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
Chapter 2: Violet Eyed Stranger. Content Warning.
January 5, 2598 | 5:49 p.m. Friday evening After that night everything has been expeditious with the stranger. I have not been able to write since then, with trying to figure out what exactly needs to be done to keep everyone safe. Everything has revolved around the stranger in the alleyway, the man with the violet eyes. First, it is important to state what happened after he noticed me looking directly at him. He stood there in the darkness of the alley for far too long before coming out of the shadows to confront me. I must say that it was a rather strange phenomenon to be at a standstill with someone who equivalently adheres to the shadows. After he decided to make himself known, I was greeted with a pair of deep violet eyes of a man who stands at 6'2" tall. There was a specific allure he held that I vaguely remember experiencing once before back at the facility. A creature with an ethereal allure, one of unfathomable beauty unlike any other supernatural creature in existence that I had ever known. Of course I waited to introduce myself until he did. I wasn't going to risk this being some sort of trap from an unknown entity. He finally stated his name, Mors, then held out his hand to properly greet me. I couldn't do it. I couldn't take his hand whatsoever. Instead I stared at him trying to figure out if he were friend or foe. No longer caring for the silence I had bestowed upon him, Mors tilted his had as he asked if I was alright. His voice was charming, disarming, and velvety. I have to admit that his voice alone was enthralling even to me. That in itself told me that he was powerful in some aspect. Or he just has more charisma than I have. Of course I wasn't going to lie to him and tell him I was alright. Instead I let him know that it was off-putting to meet someone with such a presence as what he was exuding.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
Chapter 1: A Crimson Rewrite. Content Warning.
January 2, 2598 | 5:00 a.m. Tuesday morning For centuries I have watched humans kill each other in the name of religious and politic power. I have watched humans cling to the possibility of surviving those who take their freedom away, just to have that hope dashed upon the rocks of history. Once upon a time I founded a research center to help stop such things from happening. It was named World Death Intervention Research Center, or WDIRC for short. The point of the facility was to help prevent horrible, hopeless situations of every caliber. From dictators, to alien invasions. Nothing was off the table. I did not realize that there were some scientists who got greedy for knowledge had ceased power within WDIRC. Not until it was all too late. It all happened so fast. One moment I am going about business per usual, until I wasn't. Four armed guards had taken me deep into the bowels of the facility. I was sedated heavily then restrained in a hospital bed. Next thing I knew centuries began to pass by while I began to slowly starve. They didn't want me to intervene in there conquest to make weapons in the form of abilities they did not understand. I doubt they understand them presently either. My imprisonment ended when a couple of powerful subjects broke out of their confinement. From what little was left of WDIRC, they happened to destroy all the facility's fail safes in the process. Good for me at least. Reader, I promise there is a reason I am explaining all of this. It is best for you to know who is documenting everything. I find that it is easier to understand a point of view if you know a little context first. The context being that this world I have found myself in wasn't the one I had left when I was first imprisoned. After my captivity ended I found myself in a world I was unprepared for. This world is broken and rather bleak, if I am being honest. All I want presently is to find out what exactly transpired, provide assistance where I can, and restore hope for a better tomorrow. I, Somniare Omnia, refuse to let a less than desirable situation break me. Perhaps I have have lost my understanding humanity, however, I have not lost my desire to assist humans live in peace.
By Somniare Omnia5 months ago in Horror
Nihility + Effervescence
In an ocean of reddish brown sand with the red hot sun beating down sits a man with lightning blue hair and beautiful golden tan. His hand gently caresses a sickeningly pale man with jet black hair that laid in his lap. Flowing from his lips was a sweet gentle tone filled with love and concern, though his voice was hushed. “Varago, my love, everything will be alright.”
By Somniare Omnia2 years ago in Fiction
The Cloak of Vesper
Everything began to fall a part for society as this civilization had once known. Governments collapsed, the people of once great nations began to starve and revolt. It became a tailspin of chaos for all involved. Soon after the fall of man, just like in the movies of old, nature reclaimed the planet. Creatures evolved into beings that have never been recorded by any humans before. Several groups of humans, somehow, found a way to survive in the clearings of forests or even beneath the surface. Both fortifying their lands to evolve and grow into villages.
By Somniare Omnia4 years ago in Fiction
Naïve Wisdom
Beneath iridescent lights in the old library, I sat between two large bookshelves in the small nook that was created by the librarians for those who enjoy being hidden away. Having looked up from my leather-bound journal, I glanced around the floor looking for those I had never seen on my last visit. For a moment I glanced around and spot a young female with light brown hair that has been placed in a messily made bun. She sat in a lounge chair in what appeared to be the romance section. Her left elbow rested on the arm of the chair as she had begun to twirl a piece of hair around her index finger, all the while holding open a novel in her right hand.
By Somniare Omnia4 years ago in Fiction
Irida's Awakening
Synapses began to fire up causing my artificial body to function. I begin trying to see how much articulation I have with this body. As I begin to move, the gears begin to creak, joints crack, telling me that this is a brand-new function; yet to be used. Forcing this new body of mine into an up-right position, I also force the optical functions to spring to life; giving me the ability to see what it around me. Around me I see a sterile room with blinding white walls. Looking more I see a lifeform.
By Somniare Omnia4 years ago in Futurism
Rebellious Elkie
Two months ago, I was forced to leave the small town I had lived in for my entire life. According to my mother, I am too rebellious for their household. Being forced to leave meant that I would have to find a place to live, and a job. I was officially cut from their entire lives. Which is completely alright. After all that was two months ago. Currently I am working at a night club as a dancer. The owner is a man by the name of Lucio Genovese.
By Somniare Omnia5 years ago in Criminal
