₊˚.༄ Eternal Exodus
PROLOGUE:
( a wolfs appetite. )

"a child weaned on poison
considers harm a comfort."

Karma was a vile woman.

Karma has no regard for anyone, and she will do anything in her power to snuff out those who have done wrong and deliver judgement onto those who least except it. Nothing that wandered the rotten earth could escape her, and any thoughts or actions to do so only made the unforeseeable nature lust after their appending doom. Karma has favorites in this world, and karma just so happens to be obsessed with Kutsuki Chaike.

Chaike is cursed by karma, and she will never be able to escape her torment.

The only descendent of the Kutsuki line likes to think in her previous life she fell amongst the few who outran the ghostly figure, or that she was just utterly perfect, but even that is a stretch in her mind. There was just no humanly explanation for all the bad luck that befell the small girl, and the only reasonable explanation for all of it was that she must have been a horrible monster in her past life, and all those disgusting deeds added up into her current life. Karma was out to get Chaike.

Chaike was damned from the start.

The moment the dark-haired girl knew she was cursed to walk the path of hell fire was at the age of ten. She remembers the moment so vividly that such a memory haunts her in both the waking world and the nightmares that plague her sleeping body. She remembers her mother in a drunken oblivion, her eyes glazed over with what Chaike likes to call 'hollow'. Her frail and trembling body hid behind the dark brown door as she watched her mother rip apart the man, she had called father. Her mother's hands drenched in such dark red blood Chaike knew that she would never be able to see the blue veins that once ran endlessly through her mother's boney arms. She recalls the way her mother laughed with such emptiness, for no humor could ever be found in such an act, and the sound continuously echoed through the house. The sound alone sunk itself into the walls of the foundation like cigarette smoke, and they made home there, never letting the residents who occupied it forget such a night.

"Baby, help me carry your father out to the garden," her mother's now distorted face snickered out of her smiling mouth, and the first sight of her mother's canines had struck fear into the child's heart. Any future smile from her mother was never looked at the same, and Chaike expected that anytime she was smiling she was doomed to meet the same fate as her father. Chaike doesn't see how she was of any help in that moment, but she figures the only reason her mother asked for her offspring's help was to show her what animalistic nature she was capable of. "I can do the same to you any second," was what she figured was a warning from her mother that night, and so she helped bury the mauled corpse in the garden.

Chaike's mother was always a monster in her eyes, a woman in constant torment by her plagued mind. She knew her mother had never seen peace in her lifetime, and didn't think she would. The beatings and the cruel words that slipped from painted blood red lips taught Chaike that the title of 'mom' was not something she could offer her mother. That thing wasn't her mother, and never would be, and the little raven haired girl lived her life at the whim of her mothers emotions. She tried to ignore her as much as possible, and although that worked most days, just the very sight of the little girl sent her mother into a crazed rage that had her screaming curses and beating Chaike to a bloody messy.

Chaike feared history would repeat itself at some point.

A year and a half had passed before the snake had reached it's tail.

The cycle reset, and history repeated itself on the anniversary of the first blood bath between the four walls.

Chaike found herself towering over her mother, even though their faces stood mere inches apart. The euphoric feeling of power took over Chaike's very being, for the caged animal had finally been let out, and the wolf couldn't help but feast upon the freedom it had sought after for so many years. "You backed a feral animal into a corner, and expected it not to bite back," Chaike whispered into the air, and the only response she got back was the sound of her mother choking on her own blood. Chaike's hands resembled her mothers the night she killed her father figure, and the very thought made Chaike want to hurl the blood bath settling inside of her stomach. The feast continued though, until nothing would be left of the woman before her.

Chaike clutched at the soul of her mother with claws as sharp as teeth, and each bite she took from the beating object made the thirteen year old girl wither in disgust at what animalistic nature had taken over her. She had finally sunk her teeth into her mother, and the very thought that they would become one at the end of the meal was enough to send Chaike hurling into the open cavity of organs and bones that once housed her at one point. Spitting on the very womb that pushed her out into a cruel world was enough to let Chaike know that the gods would never permit her to enter a heavenly afterlife.

She didn't care though.

All the little girl cared about was finishing her meal like a good little girl, for once she wanted to make her mother proud, and so she continued to feast upon the corpse before her, allowing the rabid wolf to be sated by the taste of blood. Chaike left nothing in the wake of her destruction except a stained carpet, and even then she lapped up the red liquid with a gluttonous tongue. Her eyes darted from every corner of the house, just waiting for reality to set in from this hellish nightmare, but nothing came. The blood bath stayed the same, and the only thing left to remember such a night was Chaike's bloodied mouth and drenched hands.

Chaike wanted nothing more than to leave the house that she swore was haunted by the souls of the damned, for staying there would surely bring her closer to her mothers madness, and so a door opened. The walls creaked and caved in on each other to reveal a black and obscure door. Chaike couldn't see what was on the other side, but such a childlike mind didn't care for such frivolous things, for the mere thought of being able to escape her cage was enough to send the wolf running on all fours to see what was on the other side.

When the little girl was gone from the home everything stilled stayed the same; the dirty dishes stayed piled up in the sink, the carpet stayed stained from the mothers blood, the beds stayed unmade, the assortment of beer bottles and pills stayed rested on the coffe room table, and the body in the garden stayed buried never to see the light of day again. Nothing in that house was ever peaceful, and nothing in that house would every see the light.

Everyone who use to occupy those four walls was damned from the start.

( WORD COUNT ) 1271
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hello, my lovely souls, and welcome to the start of eternal exodus. if i haven't stated already, or you didn't read the disclaimer, i wasn't joking when i said this story was filled with gore. i tried to make it obscure and poetic, but my brain be mush and can't come up with anything better, so you get somewhat vague imagery of cannibalism. can't spill the beans on the cursed technique though, and no one is going to guess it until i blatantly say it. anyways, it only gets worse from here!

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