Lumi's Tale

‘It was a long time ago…the year was 2045 and I was a bitter man. I had grown weary of my wife and I had had enough of her excuses as to why she would never be intimate with me. It was as though I had married a fake; that I was nothing more than a mediocre goal for her just to say and brag that she was married.

Sadly she never gave me the companionship I desperately craved. Every day I had to fight for a mere fraction of affection. Eventually I had finally decided to leave her, she could wallow for all I cared… if she cared at all.

In time I was finally able to own my own private lab. I was a bio engineer and dabbled in the neo-alchemy movement. So l, as if despite everyone who cast me away, who disrespected me and refused me...I set out to create a being for myself to act as both companion and lover; since gene splicing and genetic engineering were at its peak I decided to incorporate some alterations to satisfy niche fetishes I secretly harbored.

But as I continued to have amazing scientific breakthroughs and very successful experiments, the creatures began to create (Amalgams, I called them), I felt something strange…it was as if my heart softened and I no longer began to view these beings as a means for sexual gratification; but, the beautiful girls I was creating, they started to feel more like daughters to me.

I’m very much ashamed of myself and as I sit here in my rocking chair drawing my last breath…all I see is a life full of regret and bitterness...a bitterness that I had now spread across the world.

You see, two years ago my lab was broken into and all my research stolen all my creations…no, my daughters… taken! All but one…my perfected one; Lumi.

As I write this, she is currently praying to an ancient God she calls the King of the Divines. I was never a religious man and I doubt I can do anything to atone for the evil that I have unleashed upon this world in my petty pursuit for spiteful vengeance and perverse gratification.

Maybe Lumi can somehow right the wrongs I’ve done…

Can somehow right the wrongs I’ve done…

can somehow right the wrongs I’ve done…

Maybe she can end this mutanigenic post-apocalypse…

Maybe just maybe she can find the other Floof girls…the Amalgams…my daughters…her sisters…

I’m so very sorry for everything.’ signed, Daddy

As the elderly man finished writing in his journal, he could tell the end was at hand and he shut his notebook.

“Lumi dear, could you please come here?” he called out. As he waited he adjusted the old formal kimono he had purchased while spending time in the Orient. His shoulder length hair was wispy and grey and he wore a black beanie cap to hide his balding head. He covered his legs with a thick quilted blanket and stroked his beard as he awaited his dear daughter.

“Coming Papa!” a sweet and gentle voice called down from upstairs. It wasn’t much longer than a few minutes later when he heard slithering coming down the stairs.

In the dim candlelight there appeared a Serpentine form; she had the petite upper body of a female human. Her ears were long and pointed as the elves of yore were said to have. Four arms sprouted from her shoulders and two majestic feathered wings from her back; her entire body was covered in a soft and thin layer of cream colored fur.

Her hair was styled in a long Bob and her eyes were obscured by her uneven bangs. Gracefully, the lithe Amalgam slithered to her venerable, surrogate, human father and coiled around him in his rocking chair hugging, hugging him with all four arms.
“Papa, what do you need?” she asked, the worry in her voice all too obvious.

“Lumi, my time is at hand…I appreciate your prayers and concerns…but it’s now time…I want you here with me…like this…in my final moments…” he wheezed as his breathing grew more and more shallow with each breath.

“No…NO! I-I can try to heal you Papa! I can try again!” she cried, unintentionally flaring out her wings as if to protect the elderly man. Tears fell and began soaking her fur, flowing as little rivers.

“You and I both knew that this day would come…it was only a matter of time. I love you, Lumi. Your healing powers must now be used to better this dying world. After you finish grieving, take my journal and try to correct my mistakes. You are smart, beautiful, waise, and kind…The world needs you right now. Beware of evil and try not to stand out too much…” he said as he rested his head on her chest and finally breathing his final breath as tears rolled down his face. Embracing him tightly in her sorrow, Lumi wept.

The rest of the night was filled with anguish and inhuman screams; the place is now known as Madman’s Hollow.