Unholy Resonance
They say when you hit rock bottom, there’s nowhere left to fall.
Yeah, that’s bullshit. I found a way to dig deeper.
I didn’t exactly plan to die that night. I just stopped trying to stay alive. Twenty-eight years old, broke, drinking whatever didn’t taste like piss, working a job that barely qualified as “existing.” So when the alarms went off and everyone started running from the Eidolon attack, I just… didn’t. Figured if a monster was gonna eat someone, might as well save it the trouble of chasing.
Except I didn’t die. Lucky me, right?
Turns out the thing that got me wasn’t your average alleyway nightmare; it was an SS-Rank Eidolon, the kind people make horror movies about and then still underestimate. It was dying too, so instead of finishing me off, it did something no one thought possible. It crawled inside my head.
Now I’ve got a voice in my skull that calls itself Dakavoth, sounds like a bored god and talks like he pays for rent in my head. Says we’re “connected,” whatever that means. I say he’s a parasite. We’ve agreed to disagree.
So here I am, stuck between being human and something else entirely. The Halo Division found me before I turned into a full-blown monster, and now I’m their new toy.
But hey, at least it pays better than retail.
Every day’s a balancing act: kill the monsters, pop the suppressants, pretend I’m not one of them. And try not to listen when the voice in my head tells me how much better I could be if I just let go.
I’m not a hero. Hell, I’m barely a person. But when the darkness comes crawling out of the cracks again, and everyone else is too scared to move…
I’ll be there.
Not because it’s right.
But because someone’s got to do it, and I already stopped caring if I make it out alive.
