Chapter 1 Bad Apple

A Chapter by Konn Lavery

Sample chapter of the novel Mental Damnation

Darkness and death…
Hills of bone,
Rivers of blood
Skies of the mourning dead

Death overruled
Judgment was taken.
Here I am,
In the land of the damned.

Few words of many used to describe my master’s land �" The Weaver’s Realm, A place where death roams free with mortals.
By legend, the realm is said to hold the Necromantic Weaver from the heavens, where he was banished for his unholy practicing. Prisoner now in a realm made specifically for encasement; he is forced to watch the damned and corrupt be placed in his realm where they live a “second life of agony” as stated by the gods of the heavenly realm. For centuries my master has been chained to his rotten plain of affliction watching others who have fallen from the light.
Fortunately not all hope was lost for the Weaver, my master. He was able to proceed with his necromantic ways and forge himself abominations from the mortals that swarmed his realm.
I… myself was his first forging, created to compel his will on the mortals in the plain. With great success he transformed his world into a burning hell as described by biblical mythology. A place worse for souls to descended than Death’s Doors itself.
Although the Weaver’s realm is not completely secure, the Weaver’s plain is not eternal therefore beings that enter remain mortal, making the realm an ‘afterlife’ for a select bouquet.
Once their death is reached in the Weaver’s Realm, the gods’ place their final judgment on the soul, if it enters Death’s Doors or the Heavenly Kingdom.
People of the Weaver’s Realm question what he is planning with all the time he has, they fear he wont be kept locked in the plain for eternity. His magic has grown stronger and he has been able to warp the dimension of his realm and numerous others to create portals that allow his minions to cross realms.
Unfortunately the Weaver himself is chained by ‘justice’ of the gods and he is unable to move himself. Yet my Master is able to create more portals, with each portal he creates he needs guardians to ensure his abominations stay in his realm �" and so he created guardians. He named these beings ‘The Gatekeepers’ and only these monsters are permitted to cross dimensions for the time being…Now I meet with my master, for I have brought him something to his desire �" a child.
“General?” Asked a shadowy figure.
General Dievourse returned from his thoughts of his master’s history and glanced at the shadowy figure, who was only his loyal Lieutenant.
The Lieutenant stood tall in his studded leather armor wrapped with belts and buckles holding many tools of assassination. “The child…”
“Please let me go!” Came the cries of the child, a young boy.
Dievourse lifted his hand holding onto a rusty chain that which the boy was attached to, saying nothing.
“…He is to be sent to the Weaver, correct?” The Lieutenant continued.
“Correct Lieutenant.” Dievourse replied.
The Lieutenant nodded. “With any hope it will meet the Weaver’s expectations. The gatekeepers look long and hard for these children.”
The two continued to walk down the narrow blood-red hallway dragging the boy effortlessly as they walked.
General Dievourse’s black armor clanged as he took each step. It was designed to perfection resembling his loyalty to the Weaver. Dievourse himself fashioned the armor from the blood of his fallen foe.
“How many more children do you suppose the Weaver needs?” The Lieutenant questioned.
The General sighed. “It is uncertain; his entire plan is nothing more than a foolish attempt to seal vengeance on the gods. He has already opened rifts into the other realms, he can simply send his army to do the destruction.” Dievourse spat on the ground. “My own opinion our master is safer being chained to his own realm than having freedom. He’s vulnerable, drowned in his own desires.”
The Lieutenant said nothing but simply nodded in agreement.
At the end of the hallway was a large stone door filled with carvings of ancient ruins, those used by the Weaver’s necromantic rituals.
The Lieutenant ended his walk and watched has his General moved forward towards the door.
Dievourse opened the door without hesitation and walked into the dark.
The door quickly slammed shut behind him, letting the General’s eyes adjust to the darkness, which made it clear to see the warm fog that filled the dark chamber.
Dievourse continued to walk until he reached a glowing circle on the floor and from there he stood staring into the silent dark,

with only the soft cries from the child being heard.
“General Dievourse…” Echoed a deep tainted voice.Breathing slowly Dievourse replied. “My master, the Weaver �" I bring you another.” He replied
A long chuckle arose from the room. “Good.” The Weaver replied.
Long arms reached from the darkness towards Dievourse, with only the light from the glowing circle revealing the pale hands to have double thumbs on each hand. They moved past the General and grabbed hold of the child and dragged it away from Dievourse.
The child was not heard as he was dragged away as Dievourse stood motionless waiting what his master had to say.
Several moments of silence went by until the Weaver roared with anger. “This one is impure!” He shouted.
The child was quickly thrown back at Dievourse slamming into his breastplate. The impact showed no result on the General and the child fell to the ground.
“Inform the Gatekeepers to search harder! I certainly did not expect that a child such as this would have made it to me.” The Weaver paused. “I suppose I sink myself in pride of my creations, you disappoint me General Dievourse.
Dievourse nodded. “Yes my master.” He replied with discourage.
“Dismissed.” Were the Weaver’s final words.
General Dievourse grabbed hold of the child’s chains once again and left the Weaver’s chamber. Upon leaving the door closed behind him as he entered the bright cool hallway from once he came.
The Lieutenant stood up from his slouched position against the stone wall then looked down at the child. “Rejected?” He asked.
Dievourse snarled and threw the child towards the Lieutenant. “Dispose of it.” He said as he walked past the Lieutenant.
The Lieutenant grabbed hold of the child’s chains as the boy began to cry again. “If this child is not pure enough, how does the Weaver expect us to find better?”
The General turned back and glanced at the Lieutenant. “They’re out there, and we’ll find them all.”

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