“Operation Recapture was a bust! Repeat: Operation Recapture was a bust! Get out of there!” Those were the very last words I ever heard from my commanding officer as everyone around me were getting slaughtered like animals.

To anyone who has found this journal, it is most likely that I am long gone but before I tell you my tale, let me tell you about myself. My name is Ionuţ Zieliński and I was a soldier who was assigned to the 10th marvius division. My comrades and I took part in Operation Recapture which was designed to retake the city of Waltersville away from the Ancient.

Nothing is known about the bitch who now rules over Waltersville except that she’s an Ancient and that she just showed up one day two years ago. According to our intelligence, she was first spotted in the fishing village of Susy Isle, but it is theorized that she could possibly have been sighted way earlier. Some scientists and historians are even claiming that this monster was the evil dragon that many fairy tales talked about. Who knew there was some level of truth in those tales?

Operation Recapture started out like any military operation: with a lot of planning. Many of our top generals had a lot of different plans on how we should take back Waltersville. There was General Romanov who thought that siege warfare was the best way to take back the city, there was General O’Brian who thought that flanking behind the Ancient’s scouting army would leave the city vulnerable for recapture, and then there was General Lupu who thought that Waltersville was a lost cause and believed that a full on bombing campaign would be enough to destroy the Ancient once and for all. However, all of these ideas were denied as General Markovich’s plan of a full frontal assault on Waltersville was the best way to liberate the city from that fucker’s hands.

The task that my comrades and I were assigned to in Operation Recapture was demolition as we were tasked to carry bombs towards the entrance of the Ancient’s stronghold in Waltersville. Looking back, the bombs weren’t even a kilometer away from their target before my division was brutally slaughtered by I don’t know what else to call them but monsters. I remembered watching those hellish things descending on us. Those monsters looked unworldly: they had the face of an eyeless moth, the body of a giant, the claws of a wolverine, and the wings of a black angel. One of those monster’s most defining features were their mouths as they were shaped like circles where a circle of teeth were inside. The monsters could not talk but could only shriek in the most irritating noise I have ever witnessed. I remembered watching one of them ripping off the arms of Sacha Lebrowski and I remembered another one tearing the flesh out of Adelina Bako’s neck.

The monsters nearly slaughtered everyone in my division except for me and eleven others. I would have written their names here but I think I don’t have enough time before she has her way with me. After we “officially” surrendered, the monsters took us towards the city we were trying to take back. Waltersville used to be a cute, small city in the mountains with cute, small homes and cute, small shops. Now the city of Waltersville has become unrecognizable as it now looks like a great medieval fortress with a great wall of grey bricks around the city with towering stone towers in key points of the wall. Seeing this fortress made me feel like I was transported back to the past, as if I was witnessing the medieval period firsthand. As my captured comrades and I walked through these walls, I saw rows of kids, men, women, and elders all chained up to another and were working on this wall as they passed grey bricks to one another and stacked them on the wall. And worse of all, all of them were being watched by those monsters that attacked us earlier; I bet if someone slacks off or gets too tired to work, those monsters will probably have their way with them. These people must have been the original inhabitants of Waltersville before the Ancient showed up and I felt sorry for them as now they’re her slaves.

Talking about her, we were brought to her presence as the monsters led us to the center of the city. What used to be the town’s courthouse has now become a palace of marble and gold. Beautifully carved columns glittered with gold surrounded the entrance of the palace and we walked through many rooms until we ended up in her throne room. The throne room was arguably the biggest room in the entire palace as the room was four stories tall and the length of the room appeared to be limitless. The floor of the throne room was a chess board as patterns of black and white squares covered the floor. In the middle of the room was this pyramid of grey stairs that become narrower and narrower as it goes up. Throughout the stairs were a mix of men and women who were scantily clad and were wearing nothing but their undergarments and a golden collar around their necks. They seem to be this bitch’s harem and I couldn’t tell you if they were enjoying it or not. On the top of the stairs stood a throne that looked like it was made out of swords and bones. First the back of the throne was looking at us but as soon the great iron doors closed behind us, the throne slowly turned, revealing the Ancient that has doomed us all.

“Welcome to my home,” the Ancient greeted us as she stood up from her throne. The Ancient looked like no one I had ever seen before. She was a reptile but she didn’t look like any snake, alligator, or lizard I ever met: instead, she looked like a dragon, a dragon of legends past. Her body was covered with red and black scales and those said scales were covered with tattoos of all sorts. All over her scales were spikes and the most notable spike was the horn on her head as it was big and sharp enough that it could easily slice a person in half. She was also dressed scantily like the concubines below her but unlike them, her undergarments were made from the finest of cloth and dazzled with all sorts of gemstones. And one of the most notable features about her was her tail which was about two meters long and trailed behind her as she started to walk down those stairs.

“You know I hate guests who arrived unannounced,” the Ancient stated as she took another step down the stairs, “and I especially hate guests who tried to my home away from me.”

“Take this home away from you?” one of my captured comrades asked in a sarcastic tone, “how about we’re trying to take back the city that you stole from us, you dirty Ancient!” After my comrade shouted that, the dragon stopped in her place. She looked like she was offended by my comrade’s words: that was not good news for us.

“Ancient?” the red and black dragon muttered, “Did you just call me ‘Ancient’? Well I’ll let you all know that I have a name; my name is Kiv and I am no ‘Ancient’; in fact, I am a Goddess and soon, I will be your Goddess.”

“You’ll be no Goddess of mine!” the same person shouted. Kiv decided that she was done with walking down the stairs and she jumped down and landed right in front of the bear who was talking. She had a devilish grin on her face which caused fear to be displayed all over the bear’s face.

“You know what I like to do with sinners like you?” Kiv quietly asked him. My comrade shook his head no furiously as if he was begging for the woman in front of him to forgive him and spare him. However it was too late for him as the dragon brought her left hand onto the bear’s face and a glowing circle of red appeared below them. Kiv’s eyes also started to become black as she started to talk. “I like to turn all of my sinners into my devout followers.”

After she said that, the red circle below them started to glow brighter and screams of pain started to come out of the bear’s mouth. It was as if his soul ran away from his body. Soon, Kiv took her hand away from the bear’s face but it was too late before anyone could save him. Immediately after Kiv’s hand left the bear’s face, the bear’s fur started to fall out of his body. Next, the ears on the top of his head started to morph as they started to resemble more a moth’s antennae than a bear’s ears. While his ears were changing, the size of his body started to grow as the clothes on his started to look smaller and smaller on him until he was too big enough to wear them and the clothes ripped apart. Next, his skin started to change color as they went from pale grey to a reddish brown; his skin also hardened too. Black feathered wings sprouted out of his back and his screams were starting to sound like ungodly shrieks. Lastly, the bear’s eyes and snout were starting to mold into his face and his mouth changed from normal into a circle. Now we finally know how the monsters that attacked and slaughtered us were created… they were created from us.

“Yes, who is now my devoted servant? You are! You are!” Kiv was now talking to this beast, who used to be one of my comrades, as if it was some type of pet for her. She then shifted her attention away from the newly created creation and onto us. “Originally, I was going to have you guys become part of my most needed workforce, but as my new pet displayed, you all are too sinful to work for me. I guess the only option left for you guys is to become part of my growing army. I will summon each one when it’s time. Now take them away.”

In her last sentence, she shifted her attention away from us to her beasts and those things brought each of us into individual cells. These cells are all made of dark grey stone walls and floors, an uncomfortable bed with no sort of mattress or pillow, and a window covered with iron bars that serves as my last look to the outside world.

As of right now, it has been three days since my comrades and I have been captured by Kiv and I know soon, I will become one of her mindless beasts. I don’t want to lose my consciousness. I don’t want to lose my voice. I don’t want to lose my sight. I don’t want to lose myself. But I know my time as a normal person is almost over as I could hear those beasts approaching my cell. Soon I will join them. Please somebody help me. Please someone save me from this hell.

IS THERE ANYONE WHO CAN SAVE ME!?!?


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This story was written as a gift for my friend Kiv as they're an amazing artist and a great friend. The story is basically a what if story about their sona being an evil Goddess and conquering the world. I hope you enjoy.

Kiv and characters belong to Kiv
Art was also drawn by Kiv