Story Ideas

Tale of the Unborn

Tatiana gets kidnapped by a cult called 'The Ambrose' with the intention of making Tatiana carry and then 'birth' the reincarnation of a 'god'. However, Damarion was able to save her and know the cult want their bearer back. Will the god be born? Or will Damarion be able to stop it.

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Chapter One- The Bearer

"Let go of me!" Tatiana screamed as she was dragged out of her bed. The person was wearing a mask covering her face. She didn't know why she was being kidnapped, only the face that she was being kidnapped. "Let me go!"

The man didn't say anything only putting her over his shoulder, allowing her to look at the tanned skin underneath the person's mask. Walking to the car as she screamed and kicked, he knew he was going to get caught if she continued.

Tatiana was going to scream for someone to help her, but then she felt someone pinch her leg and felt heavy, her eyes closing with her wanting to. The man only sighed as she fell asleep, taking her from his shoulder into his arms, where he carried her to his car and put her in the passenger's seat.

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When Tatiana opened her eyes. She saw she was in a prison cell of some sort, looking down she almost screamed when she saw she was wearing a white robe. Before she could even start to think about what was going on, two man wearing skull mask came into the small room and grabbed her arms, pulling her into a long hallway.

"Let me go!" she screamed again, but like last time it was useless. She was trying to get out of their hold, but the skull masked up man, just through onto the alter, less-than-gentle, while she stripped down.

She was scared. She was just kidnapped and now she had no idea what was going on. Looking up at the ceiling, she saw that there was sliver moonlight coming in. A man wearing a red robe was sitting on a throne a cruel smile on his face.

One of the men who dragged her to this horrible place, waved his arm and a women wearing a black robe come forward, bearing a small bowel with golden liquid. She was chanting words in a language Tatiana didn't know and didn't want to know.

Why was she here? Why did they want her?

She hadn't heard a single thing that could help her find the reason, or a way to get out of the mess she was put into. However, she there was one sentence that was repeated over and over again in her chant. Bearer of Ambrosine.

Whatever it was, Tatiana had a feeling she didn't want to be it, not at all. Not if she was going to be treated like some rag doll or a human sacrifice. They were going to kill her, she didn't want to like this, like a pig to be slaughtered.

"Don't you dare..." she growled pulling against her bindings harder. If she was going to die, she was going to fight with everything she had. "I'm going kill everyone in this f*****g room."

The women didn't listen to the girl's screams or death threats, as she stood over the raven's head she lifted the cup up, while the guards hilt the female's head still. The old women looked at the red robed man and he nodded.

"Now open your mouth, bearer of our blessed god and receive the privilege of your blood," the women said, her dark blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "This has been your fate since you were born."

"Bite me..." Tatiana chocked as the women begin to pour the golden liquid down her throat. The old women held the bowel to her lips, pouring the liquid into her mouth, without a care about the young Lucena strapped to the table. She resumed her chanting as the liquid sparkled. To Tatiana it looked like the liquid was alive and it moved through her throat in sicking movements.

She wanted to throw up, vomit up the shining liquid that was way too sweet. But she couldn't stop herself, she couldn't fight it. As if the liquid wanted to sink into her very being. It was terrifying and tears went down her checks.

One of the men turned his gaze away at the scene, before moving forwards knocking the bowel out of the women's hand, drawing his sword to attack the guards before unbuckling the straps that had bound Tatiana to the table. The clocked men walked backwards, whispering among themselves in confusion.

"Damarion!" The red clocked man rose to his feet, but the clock wearing man had made his next move.

"Come with me, Tatiana," he whispered while putting his hands under her neck and knees. Running out of the room, rushing down the halls. She didn't know who the man was, but she couldn't do anything about it, since a wave of dizziness took over.

He didn't put her down until they were out of the temple, stopping a good distance away from the cold stone building. Walking forwards, she tried to force herself to throw up the liquid that was forced down her throat, but nothing came up. "Fuck... c'mon..."

The man just took of his clock, throwing it around her shoulders. "Tatiana..." he whispered, but sighed when she glared at him. "There's nothing that can be done here. Come back with me."