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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

PRELUDE ONE: DARK HOLY

Dark had never been able to remember her mother's face and name. The only thing she could remember was something her mother had said to her every day when she was an infant.

"No matter what, it is never acceptable to die."

Dark was four years old when her mother died, and she understood exactly what those words meant.

That's why even after she was sold by her stepfather to an unnamed porn company and spent the next three years of her life being savagely tortured and raped, she never allowed herself to die. She even tried her best to help the other little girls and boys to stay alive as well.

Since she couldn't remember the name that her mother had given her, she took on the name that the people who owned her used in the videos they made of her. Dark Holy—her name was a product of her appearance. She had naturally silver hair and eyes, and her skin was smooth, white, and pale, yet in the dark appeared to turn a shade of ashen gray.

Her name reflected the roles she was given. A dark angel—was she from heaven or hell? She could be your salvation, or she could drag you to your death! Those were the kinds of advertisements used to sell her movies. On the cover, she'd be dressed up in black bondage gear, with big white angel wings on her back. Her story was that of a centuries-old succubus with the body of a child—of course, in reality, she really was just an ordinary child.

The company which owned Dark was only interested in children, so once their properties reached a certain age, they would either sell them off to another agency, or have them become the star of a snuff film, in which they would horrifically mutilate and slaughter the child and sell the video for a significantly higher price than usual.

When Dark was seven years old, she was getting to be too old for the studio, so they thought that there'd be no better way to end her succubus storyline than to have her killed.

Another of the girls owned by the company, six year-old Scarlet Dream, was to be the one to kill her. She'd starred in many films alongside Dark as her human sex slave. In this film, Scarlet would finally break free from her spell and murder the evil succubus.

Things didn't go as planned. Scarlet, already a highly unstable child who saw Dark as an older sister, went mad at the thought of having to kill her, and couldn't do it. Instead, the plot changed to one wherein a gang of humans would capture the succubus instead and fuck her to death.

The film was in the middle of production when Dark was set free.

It was pure luck that came to her rescue. The murder scene had already begun, and Dark's left arm had just been cut off below the elbow. Her right eye had been gouged out and deep cuts riddled her chest. But she wasn't dead.

In an instant, a man dressed all in black burst into the studio and murdered all of the men in sight with an ultra-fast barrage of gunfire. He swept his way through the building, killed many people, and stole a lot of money. On his way, he found the rest of the children who'd been working there. He'd asked each one if they'd like to be killed, and every one of them obliged.

Finally, on his way out, he noticed Dark Holy, and noticed that she was still breathing, so he stopped to talk with her. She was the first to speak, though her breath was ragged, barely alive, and hardly telligible.

"Ih... is Scarhet dead...?"

With her eyes, she motioned across the room to one of the many dead bodies lying around. It was that of Scarlet Dream, whom had ended up co-starring with her one last time. Her intestines had been pulled out and several of her limbs were already cut off.

The man in black looked over at the body, and then turned back to Dark.

"She's dead. Do you want to join her?"

"No." She coughed. "I have no intention of dying here."

The man in black was shocked and impressed with the words of the nearly-dead girl. They were nothing like the words of the other children whose lives of constant torment had left them without the thinnest shred of sanity. This girl was holding on for something. Moved by her courage, the man decided that he couldn't allow her to die, so he quickly tied off her arm and carried her to the hospital that was run by his gang.

Five years later, that gang, and a large portion of the city called The End of the World, belonged to her.