Aeacus
The Judge of Death – Part 01
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Aeacus the judge of Death
Since the beginning of creation, humans tend to feel anxious during night. As we all know and none can deny, it was the time when predators come out to hunt. It’s no different now, believe me. Night time is cursed to be the most beautiful and yet tremendous time no matter how short or long it might be. Everything goes silent. Peaceful, if you think about it. Scary if you dare to walk alone. The doors opened and I bet every creature heard the loud noice.
The smell of death and decay entered the hall he’s standing.
We are now in an old underground train station that is also the secret exit of the underground facility. Τhe Director cannot risk it again.. She needs her experiments under supervision and that’s exactly what she’s doing from the control room.. Observing.. Watching her newest creation: Aeacus.. like a soldier in his shiny armour. Such an amazing creature. Loyal and trustworthy as a dog. No questions asked, no thoughts of his own. A true soldier or maybe we should say the Director’s new pet.
He looks around inspecting and all he can see is dead bodies decaying around.. a dead world.. a world that humans destroyed with they foolish actions.
Toxic environment.. Mutated people turning into Hunters right before his eyes. Despite all dangers, ha has a mission to accomplish. Aeacus must eliminate all hybrids created by Amphitrite who flooded an underwater facility to have her own place to create her army.
He walked through the station, looking the dead bodies around him.
How fascinating.. how the human flesh has so many layers and all of them disposable. He noticed that some of them are half eaten and still fresh and that’s when he realised. There is a hunter near by.. Aeacus despite the fact that he is basically a killing machine, he can feel threatened. In fact he’s designed to do so. As soon as he steps out from the station scanning the territory, Aeacus hears a sweet young voice..
“I want to play with you, she says. Can i play with you? You’re not a monster, are you?”
He immediately turns around. His sensors located a small figure looking at him from a shadowed corner. It is a little girl who sounds happier than she should but Aeacus can’t tell the difference. For him, she is just another being and the odds are against her. He activates his weapons and locks them on her, just in case. Now his blades are out for everyone to see how majestic this experiment is. The director is so proud, no words can describe, she really took her time while making him. So precise like a living master mind computer, so dangerous like no other. Head to toes.. perfection.
(Continued in part 02)
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Photographer: @pablotesoriere
Design by Argus Dorian | Dark Cyberpunk Artist
Story by Revna & Argus Dorian
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A closer look in the darkness
If you had a chance to leave your cell, would you use every single cell you got to grab it?
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy?
Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home?
Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy? Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home? Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
