cold_Nights

Nights are cold.

It is me cold_Nights!

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"Rejoice, mother. For I have returned!"

Hester laid in her bed, in her room, and tried to ignore the high-pitched voice that was talking to her.

"From the abyssal depths of the cold and cruel netherworlds I have risen, and look, mother! Look upon these gifts I have brought back to you!"

Slowly, and wearily, she opened one of her eyes, and saw a mealy-glowing, disfigured embryo floating in front of her pillows, a crown-like excrescence of queer bones on their skull and a huge bowl of chestnuts in their small, crooked arms.

"Maroni, mother! Maroni, roasted and toasted in the blazing storms of the unending inferno! Do you see, mother?"

"… kinda look like the ones from our neigbours", Hester mumbled, and rolled on her other side, away from the gawking apparition.

"You do not wish for my present, mother? You do not want to take pleasure in the sweetness of these cooked kickshaws?", the specter asked, now hovering directly over her head.

"Fuck off. And let me sleep."

"Oh mother, dearest mother, how do your harsh words lacerate my doleful heart. Ooooh…ooooh… those do taste quite weird. Mother, the Maroni do not appeal to me as well."

Hester gave in.

As usual, her efforts to ignore the ghost were in vain. She stood up, with a groan, grabbed the roasted chestnuts, opened her window and threw them out.

It was 2:00 AM in the morning, and she was tired, exhausted and depraved of the sleep she so desperately craved. The undead featus, their moist, scaly skin glistening in the moonlight, floated around her, their small weird hands clutched together.

"Now they are gone, mother. Gone, forever. What did they ever do to you?"

"What do you want? I'm tired, so just tell me", Hester interrupted her undead child's cant.

"Me? Wanting? Do you suspect ulterior motives from me, mother?!"

"Yes."

The specter spun around their axis, their glooming eyes still fixated on Hester's frazzled face.

"Today is a full moon, oh mother. A full moon glowing in the dark sky of the sleeping world, and we are being called upon."

"It's crescent, don't you see that?", Hester sighed, pointing at the clearly visible half moon up. Two Children of the Night, huge, thin and with fur as black as coal, walked past their garden, quietly murmuring their strange songs and sounds, and in the far distant, outside of the neat British town, the faint rut cries of lindworms could be heard.

"But not where we are summoned, mother! The moon has many faces, and one of us calls out to you… and me, mother!"

"Do… do I have to?"

"Yes Indeed!"

"Cause I'd rather not."

"Is it because of the Advanced Calculus Test, mother? Are you scared of the horror of yet another academic failure?! Do not worry, my dear friends and faithful servants from the shadow realm will take care of that", the child assured her.

"Don't you kill my Math teacher, you know stuff like this isn't allowed", Hester warned him, noticing that the two Children of the Night had stopped at her house, prying the strange discussion between mother and child with their spine-chilling gazes.

"Hello, good sirs -"

"And what do you want? Don't you have some cats to eat?!", Hester interrupted the otherworldly infant.

"Oh mother, do not say that. Such offending words, how sharp and cruel is your uncaring tongue", the ghost cried, as the Children went their ways.

"They literally ate our cat", Hester said, opening the windows again and screaming into the night: "You hear that, bigfoots?! You fuckward yetis ate my fucking cat and didn't even pay for it, can't you go to the -"

"Mother!"

"Shut up! Just - just shut up and do your shit, okay?", Hester said. The child squinted at her, grabbing his angular tail, before raising his arms and exclaiming: "As you wish, oh mother!"

Pointing to the room's door, the apparition began to chant in a strange, unsettling language, growling and grunting, and with a flash the door opened itself, releasing a powerful wind of air, pulling them both inside.

Hester fell through a long, wide tunnel, which shifted and turned through the void like the body of an enormous serpentine, she landed on her feet, followed by the child floating beside her, and stood on the edge of a gigantic city, extending endlessly in all directions. The sky above had been replaced with the abstract, stilistic painting of a starry night, with swarms of falling stars flying over their heads.

"What is this place?", Hester asked, leaning over the abysm.

"The center and origin of all ways, mother! The chasm behind the walls, where all dead knowledge will be reborn. The garden of the Great Serpent, the Library of Wandering Souls", the child exclaimed, levitating a pile of old, nagged books around their head.

Now that Hester paid attention to her surroundings, she recognized the apparent omnipresence of those books in this place, even the ground beneath her feet seemed to be created out of the fossilized copies of books and quires.

"Is this supposed to be some kinda innuendo? That I should read more?"

"I never would, mother", the child assured her, "just look on yonder."

The ghost pointed towards a weird, round structure inside the vast city of libraries, glowing in a grey, silver light. The caldera pattern on its surface were impossible to unrecognize.

"Is that the moon?", Hester sighed, apprehending the worst of scenarios.

"The full moon has been abducted, mother, and it is up to us to free her from this place of endlessness", the child explained in an enthusiastic tone. Hester did not share their excitement, but she knew she had to partake in the ghost's spectacle of she wouldn't hear the end of it for the next weeks.

She led the way, following a path towards the distant body of the full moon, the child hovering besides her, silently murmuring to themselves.

How do you abduct a moon anyway?

Forgot that question, who would abduct the moon?

And why should I care about that?

The large corpse of an inhuman being blocked their way, dismembered and disembowelled, similar in appearance to a mailclad octopus.

"A librarian", the child said, inspecting the corpse's wounds.

"Do they all look like that?"

"They are the cursed souls of trespassers and violators of the libary's rules and guidelines, mother. Transformed and transfigured into loyal servants of the garden… but this one was killed, oh mother. Killed by… something different."

"You don't say."

"Mother, look!", the child exclaimed, levitating a broken blade out of the body. Hester could feel the faint thaumaturgic energies emanating from the knife, and she recognized the symbol on it. Three arrows pointing inwards, closed in a circle.

"Fucking skippers", she said, and decided that it was time to take some precautions.

"What are you doing, mother?"

"Shut your mouth, I am trying to concentrate", Hester said, focussing her own thaumaturgic powers, opening the spiritual gates and chains restraining her body and with a glow of scarlet, crimson light she began to transform herself, her arms and legs elongated and grew sharp, deadly claws, her face got encased in a boney, chitin-like armor and two winged appendages erupted from her back.

"I do not like that look of yours, mother."

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

She jumped into the air, gliding over the towers and pinnacles of the infinite library, towards the looming lunar mass. The child manifested themselves besides her, a piece of octopus-flesh in their hands.

"And do not eat that!"

"But it does taste quite good, mother!"

"Didn't you just tell me that this stuff is transformed human meat?"

"We have both eaten the flesh of men before, mother", the child






























Critter: Sound Chaser

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