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The Domain of Devils (Spawn ARC Part I. Non-members PM to Join. )

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Bones and flesh are nothing more then sustenance.​


The jungle was damp and suffocatingly hot. The small research facility in the center of the massive mangrove was even more so. Its walls were several meters tall and heavily armored. Cannons swerved from side to side in order to halt any intruders. Of course, nothing would ever come out here. Nothing sane.


The facility was here on Shiva to study the effects of age modification. Their research ranged from a search for immortality, to the betterment of standard space faring vessels. The Liberty Concord had helped establish the base for the latter.


The facility had simply been known as Alpha, though, now it was a crypt. The interior walls were stained with spattered crimson. Droids lay in shattered piles across the grassy walkways. Carbon scoring and claw marks lined the inner walls. Dirt had been kicked up into muddy messes across the open yard. A long red trail ran from the center of the compound into one of three structures within the walls. The trail stopped there, pooling at its entrance, and then went onward through the smashed sliding doors of the building.


The door twitched as it tried to close, only to be caught on something. It continued to open and slam shut, continuously catching on a small object. There, the red trail had stopped. The door caught one last time, before severing the object in two. The scaly green hand fell away from its former arm and rolled across the grass, fingers still clenched around a pistol.


The facility, once loud with activity, was silent. The lights had been put out, and darkness began to fall. The only sound to be heard was the rhythmic crunch echoing from the center most structure, a sound so unsettling that it seemed even nature itself stood in silence for fear of reprimand.


The Spawn gorged itself. It sat in the still darkness, the strong scent of rotting corpses and open wounds flooding the small structure. Its underlings scurried about, clicking and screeching as they fought over the meatiest morsels. A still red bone cracked in two between its maw, the splintered pieces clattering to the floor.


Who would dare to end its feast?
 
A small freighter quietly touched down in a small clearing in the cramped and humid jungle. Waves of green fluttered in the wind caused by the landing ship, a quiet thud echoed in the trees as it touched down. The sound of native woodland animals slowly died out, as they became less startled by the unknown object. A door opened and landed on the loose dirt that was the earth. Listeri walked out, determined to reclaim the small facility to further the Concord's research, which was deserted for reasons he didn't know. But he wanted the facility back.

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