In the Memory of Ir

Summary: Thanks to his scholarship, Kei Herfield was able to attend college. That was the highlight of his life., to become do well and take care of his poor grandmother as well as she tried for him. When he returns back to his childhood home the day before his twentieth birthday, strange events begin to occur.
It’s a shame he never paid attention to his grandmother’s favorite fairytale, maybe he would have been more prepared? But how was he supposed to know he had the power to save the future? After all a fairytale is just a fairytale and this is real life. However, things are going to become too real for Kei as man becomes his worst enemy and threatens to reawaken the great city of Ir.

Note- This is my first original fiction, however DO NOT go easy on me. I expect harshness, crave it masochistically. So, give me.
Also, be forewarned. This deals with many dark themes. Everything that could possibly be wrong with humans, their psyche and the world will be brought up. Religion, drug abuse, rape, politics, and the more than ever blurred line that defines good and evil. This will be a long multi-arc fic.

Warnings- lots of M/M, rape, drug abuse, violence, and all around morale depravity at its worst
This chapter also contains M/F. You’ve been warned.

Title: Within the Memory of Ir
Chapter: Prologue- Happy Birthday Kei


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“There was once a great kingdom that existed amongst the clouds. A great titan of a structure that hovered above aged mountains and vast, green forests. All that lay beneath it was cast into a terrible, unending darkness.

Those that lived in the kingdom believed themselves to be the supreme point of all creation in all the world, infallible, powerful, all but immortal. They had discovered the great secrets of the world and the stars, and that knowledge led them to believe they could control all the earth, sea, and sky, and all that lived there in. They had come to think of themselves as gods.

Their hubris would become their undoing.

Slowly, all things that the shadow of the great kingdom touched began to die. Eternal mountains had started to crumble and turn to dust, ancient forest withered and wasted away, the seas began to dry. All things began to suffer as what was once beautiful became a wasteland. Those that lived in the great kingdom cared not for the struggles of those below, it was not their concern, only power was an interest to them.

Eventually, those that existed outside of the kingdom could no longer take the death overtaking all that was around them. Ancient creatures, believed mythical in our modern days, arose from their slumber. Monsters, that even our nightmares could never fathom, began to amass armies.

Together they fell upon the Floating Kingdom. However, their strength was not enough against the Great Power. The so-called war had been one sided. Eventually, only a few pockets of rebel beasts still continued to fight. All hope was lost. Until, one day, a child arose from amongst the very darkness of the kingdom the creatures fought against. A prodigy amongst his own kind. The boy had realized the evil his people had caused and cast his populace asunder. The Floating Kingdom, held in the sky by the Great Power, crashed into the sea.

The boy, no longer able to move, his own power depleted, said these words, ‘One Day, there will be a race like ours. When all that is green and eternal becomes grey and dead, the hubris of good intention will prove only self-serving. Blood will rain and the seas turn red, at this time will the kingdom of the Ir rise again and darkness will once again unfold across the land.’

The boy then fell into a deep slumber.

Many years had passed. Ancient struggles forgotten. A new creature came forth to make their imprint on the world. This creature was Man…”


I had always thought it a story my grandmother had told to frighten us. I could have never of realized how the future was held in her words.

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Kei sat almost limply as his body rocked and swayed with the tremors of the moving bus. His forehead was pressed against the cool glass of the window, mindless of the dirt and dust smudged on either side of the pane. His long black bangs swayed with the rest of his body, falling in front of his face and brushing the top of his cheeks. He tried to ignore the chatter of people around him, the cling of his thin blue shirt to his sweating body, and the smell of too many people amassed in too small an area.

Especially when it was so damned miserably hot. Bright blue eyes, half-lidded, stared miserably out the window. It was days like this the he wished he didn’t prefer the mass transit system.

His only source of distraction being the heavy rock music faintly pumping into one ear via his music player. He barely even bothered to register how it sat limply in his hands, the other earpiece dangling in a sleight swaying motion from around his neck. His neck… He wanted to ignore the beads of sweat there, the sweat on his forehead. Combined with the humid heat, the sweat matted his hair and made it stick up in odd directions, he could feel other pieces cling to the back of his neck. The first thing he was going to do when he got to his grandmother’s was take a very long cold shower.

A memory arose in his mind. His grandmother, always poor it seemed, tried to find all sources of entertainment for him. Unable to afford swimming lessons for him she had taken old clothes and made swimming trunks for him when he was really young. She had placed him in the bath tub, filled to the rim with cool water, and proceeded to try to teach him then and there. A small smile tugged on one corner of his thin lips. Even if the lessons weren’t exactly successful, the tub being to small, it was still relief from the heat, even then. His Grandmother had tried so hard for him.

The bus came to a halt. The tires screeching and Kei allowed himself to sway forward with the momentum, a sigh escaping his lips. Finally his stop. He got up, grabbing his backpack that lay on the seat next to him. There was just something he didn’t like about a stranger sitting next to him on the bus. Too many weirdoes out there.

Slipping his music player into his pocket Kei picked his way through towards the front of the bus. The thump of a brown package falling to the ground, into the aisle in front of him, mad him stop. The package was rectangular and only about two inches thick, slowly he knelt to pick it up.

“Hey, you,“ fingers gripping the side of the package, Kei looked up at the bus driver. “Are you getting off or what? We have other stops you know!”

Kei looked around from his crouched position, no one sat in the seats where the book had fallen. Rising slowly he cleared his throat. “Did anyone drop a package?”

People, what few payed attention to him, looked at him curiously. “Anyone?”

More people looked up. The glances were getting more and more annoyed in there look. Kei sighed again as he gripped the package under the arm not holding is backpack. Someone must have forgotten it. Looking down at the edge sticking out from under his arm curiously, he hoped that he might find an address to deliver it to.

“Did you hear me, kid!?”

Startled, Kei quickly moved to the front of the bus, reaching the front he looked over his shoulder at the bus driver. “Sorry about that.” He tried to ignore the glare in man’s eyes as he turned around, and froze at the last step.

An old woman, small as she was at least under five feet tall, stood blocking the door from where she stood on the ground outside of the bus.

She showed no intention of moving, a wide smile spread across her nondescript features. She was at least in her seventies, so he thought, it was hard to tell. Her clothes hung of her small slightly hunched body, her grey hair mostly covered in a silk shawl.

Kei glanced around furtively once again. Feeling the angry eyes of the bus driver on the back of his head, he decided to reach around the left side of the door, package still firmly in hand. Back pressed firmly into the metal edge of the door, he shimmied sideways so as not to bump in the old woman on his way out.

“Err… Excuse me, ma’am?” It came out like more of a question than an actual apology for rudeness. The old woman merely followed him with her eyes. Standing on the ground, Kei could see the true difference in their height. Kei, himself, was not tall. He stood only at 5’10. This woman…was short. Slowly she reached out with her hands, he could have sworn time had stopped, if only for a second.

One wrinkled hand gripped the arm holding the package in a firm, yet not unkind way. The other gripped the edge of the package sticking out from under his arm, pressing it even more in his grasp, before shacking him in her grip, much like the firm handshake one sees people give someone important on TV. The old woman let go, then, leaving Kei flabbergasted as she began to make her way onto the bus. She had said something the, but no, the was no way he had heard right. It was impossible. He did not no this old woman. Had never seen her a day in his life.

“Happy birthday, Kei.”

Mouth already opened he swiftly turned to speak to the old woman again. “Hey, wait…” The doors of the bus closed on his face.

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It had to have been the heat getting to him, Kei thought. There was just no way. His gaze stayed pensively on the ground a few paces ahead of himself, lost in thought. He walked sluggishly as he thought, not wanting to bump into anything. His grandmother’s house was only a few more blocks away. He didn’t even pay attention to the hustling people walking by him, or the run down buildings, now so much more different than in his childhood. Traffic was even just a vague background noise to his wandering thoughts. The hair on the back of his neck began to stand on end and he stopped instantly.

Slowly, he moved his gaze from where he looked just in front of him to a back alleyway that accompanied the bar he was standing close to. Piles of trash littered the area and amongst them, stood poised ready to attack, was the biggest dog Kei had ever seen.

It’s eyes were glowing red where it’s head hung low between it’s firmly planted front paws. It’s fur was brown, only slightly long, and Kei knew that if it were to raise it’s head, it would be chest height. More wolf like in appearance, it was almost twice the width of Kei. However, that wasn’t what Kei had focused on. It was the red glowing eyes. Human like in the intelligence that shown there, they seemed to be taking Kei apart piece by piece. He felt naked and vulnerable.

By some great feat of will, Kei pulled his eyes away from the beast to see if anyone else had seen it. There wasn’t a single person who looked his way. Turning back to the ally, he realized the dog was gone.

Slumping forward slightly, he allowed his backpack to slide down his shoulder a bit. His dark brows furrowed over his bright blue eyes. The heat was making him delirious and made him wish all the more to be back in his air conditioned dorm.

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Kei gave three short raps onto the wooden door in front of him, shifted uncomfortably in the heat as he waited. When the door opened, he couldn’t stop the wide smile that over took his face at the old woman in front of him.

Long hair grey with age, face heart shaped, and eyes always a glittering brown in laughter, his grandmother stood before him. He thought her beautiful even now, so well she had aged, even her wrinkles seemed like beauty marks.

“Kei! Please, come in! Your skin is much to fair to stand out in the heat like that,” his grandmother spoke with kindness and laughter in her voice, exactly as he remembered her. He reached out to hug her, pulling her close. Her lips brushed his ear, “happy birthday, Kei.” She turned to kiss him swiftly on the cheek.

An uneasy smile passed his lips as Kei thought of the old woman at the bus stop. “My birthday isn’t until tomorrow, Nana.”

“Yes, but now you’re a man.”

“You told me that two years ago when I turned eighteen.” His laughter this time was real.

“Yes, but I didn’t want to believe it then.”

“Do you even believe it now?”

“Absolutely not. So, I’m going to keep saying that every year until I can convince myself.” Kei laughed again. He had no doubt that she would. “Kei, what is that?”

He glanced at the package his grandmother had gestured to. “I found it on the bus.” He brought the package to his face. “I think someone left it there…”

He let himself trail off. Written, plainly so, in bold and curving cursive was ‘Happy Birthday, Kei.”

“Nana,” He referred to his grandmother, “it has my name on it.”

“Does it,” she sounded distracted, it made Kei bring his head up to look at her. “Maybe it was meant for you.”

“Nana, that’s impossible.”

“Do you think so?” She had turned away from him, her voice seemed far away now. “Maybe you just don’t want to believe it is? Perhaps you should keep it anyway, Kei. It should belong to somebody and it’s obviously a present.”

“But to whom? There can’t be too many people name Kei…” He himself had always thought his name strange.

“Open it tomorrow, then. It may have some information on who it belongs.” She was facing him again, reaching out to his hand to drag him inside. He allowed her to do so, reaching up with his other hand to play with the dangling silver earring in his right ear. A nervous gesture from long ago. He couldn’t help but feel awkward about opening someone else’s present on his birthday.

“Perhaps I will.”

“Remember, Kei, wait until tomorrow,” her lips where thin and firm on her face, her eyes hard. Kei started at this, his grandmother hardly ever looked that way towards him.

“Of course, Nana.”

What else could he do but obey?

“Now come in child, we have much to discuss, you’ve been away at college for so long I feel like I hardly know you!”

“Nana, I come every break.” Regardless, he followed his grandmother into his childhood home, a strange feeling flooded his chest as he entered and looked around. Almost as if he was seeing the place for the first and last time. “Nana, I…”

“Come quickly, Kei. I already have tea ready and it will get cold.” Kei did as he asked. What else could he do?

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She flinched, she always did when she attempted to move her naked body. The hooks that held her suspended in midair, caught so deeply in her skin, allowed her to move freely between the realms of dream and reality. Pain was her anchor, literally and figuratively.

No longer did she pay attention to the scientists that moved around her, or the sensors planted over her body or the metal visor on her head. The hooks that caught in her breasts felt merely of pleasant.

In truth, she knew she could not actually call herself a her. She had breast, but she had no other definitive body part. She also knew that, once, long ago, she had been created before, for a purpose so similar it brought quaking pleasure like nothing else to her body. Her purpose had been defined long ago, even though she had taken a different form then.

She shuddered convulsively in pain and pleasure, allowed herself to slip half way back into the dream world that allowed her to view humanity as it was in this day and age. So ferocious and beautiful, everything she needed to thrive on, to live.

Her ecstatic convulsions ripped open her left breast and the sensitive part of her right thigh, she flailed her body more as she took in both the pain and pleasure. She fell more into her trance, her eyes focusing on one human in particular.

So pretty with his black hair and startling bright blue eyes. She was so excited to meet him again. She would wait just a little longer, knew what to expect when they would come together again. Her mind’s eye focused on something else just then, someone much closer.


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Dr. Louis Kurwoski had been famous for his field of study. Had been given numerous grants and medals. Now, at age 45, with two children, he worked and practically lived at this place.

Tartarus.

This lab was named after the mythological place where the great titans were sentenced for opposing the gods. It was fitting, really, considering the nature of his work. However, he was a prominent scientist, and didn’t deserve to be stuck here two miles underground with the rest of the dirt. He admitted, yes, the work was important, was a scientific breakthrough. But, he himself was so much more important and useful than all this.

One mistake the government disagreed upon and here he was. Tartarus was the perfect name.

He sat at his desk., finger reaching up towards his eyes in an attempt to fight back his numerous headaches. As a man of science he deserved more respect!

The door to his office opened and in stepped his secretary and probably the second most capable person in the lab. He could appreciate her for that as well as her… endowment and figure. She was at least ten years his junior and put his wife to shame even at that age. He tried to ignore the tightening of his pants.

“Here is the paperwork you requested, doctor,” she spoke low and leaned over too much when she placed the file on his desk, her short cut top showing to much.

She straightened again, after what seemed like too long for the good doctor. She reached up to push her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose and fling her long black hair into place. “Is there anything else you require, doctor?”

The emphasis did not go unnoticed to Dr, Korwoski. He rose swiftly from his chair and walked calmly around his desk. “There is one thing, madam.”

He came up beside her and reached behind her head, watching almost like a third person in the room as his hand grabbed onto her low ponytail and jerked her head back painfully.

“Doc…doctor!?”

Her cry, while he did hear it, went unnoticed. His soul attention was on how his body seemed to act against his own accord, separate from himself. But, why shouldn’t he want it? Didn’t he deserve it?

Swiftly he flung the woman forward, her midsection hitting painfully against the desk’s sharper edges. Her hands flew out to support herself over the object. Her cry of pain, not unnoticed, seemed far away from him.

He walked up behind her, placed one hand on the small of her back and pushed her forward even more, forcing the upper part of her body over the desk. The other hand hooked one finger under the too short skirt she wore and hitched it up over her lower half.

Gazing steadily, the doctor took the hand that had pushed her forward and grabbed the letter opener sitting serenely on his desk, placing the tip of it at her throat. “Scream and I kill you.” The doctor marveled at how this too didn’t seem to come from him.

The hand that lifted her skirt moved to pull aside pink lace underwear. “These underwear barely hide anything at all, Dr. Shaune! Admit it! You’ve been begging for this!” And somewhere in the back of Dr. Kurwoski’s mind, he admitted he had too.

“Please,” she spoke through the chattering of her teeth and tremors of her body.

“Please? Please what? This?” And in one swift movement he had taken himself from his restricting clothes and pushed inside of her. His aching member throbbed more at how good it felt and took his free hand and pushed her down more over the desk. The hand holding the letter opener moved down to her rectum.

“Doctor…what are you….” She stopped mid sentence as Dr. Kurwoski pushed the instrument in. Her full lips fell into the shape of a voiceless scream. Slowly the man started to move, both the letter opener and himself. His eyes closed in rapture.

Dr, Kurwoski tried not to envision small pink lips smiling in ecstasy. Those lips he knew as the ones belonging to the not-quite womanly creature that hung here in the abysmal basement they called Tartarus. Tried not to think of his monstrous creation. He tried to imagine the pleasure he was forcing this woman to give him was from his own accord, that he wasn’t left feeling like a passenger and not the one in control. He knew his creation got as much pleasure from this act as he did, it was her controlling him.

In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore as he came.

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And there we go. Pretty uninteresting prologue, but I wanted to see what people thought of the idea. Feedback is always appreciated, especially since it has no beta, if you see something awkward in my writing or misspelled, please let me know.

The prologue was only meant to introduce a few key characters. Yes, this is going to be mostly m/m but let’s face it, not all men are gay. Sorry to disappoint. You’ll have to deal with f/f and m/f as well. It’s nature, deal.