NEWS    Current / Submit    Archive    HELP    Walkthrough    Cheats    Editing    COMMUNITY    Forums    Fan Fiction    Fan Art    Links    FILES    Game Demo    Patch    Editing Tools    Community maps    Movies    Music    Submit    UNDYING    Game Info    Features    Requirements    Screenshots    Characters    Enemies    NPCs    Weapons    Spells    Inventory    Macintosh    Playstation2    FAQ    JERICHO    Game Info    SITE    Site Info    Contact Email Journal Entry of Malachai Covenant Original fan fiction by A. R. Morgan. Author's Note: "Here's a little something that plays off the idea of the other Covenant ancestors & how the curse or their curiosity might have affected them." The following is based on the game Clive Barker's Undying, ©. 2001 Electronic Arts Inc. [O] Journal Entry of Malachai Covenant found near the Old Tower before it was sealed off. You get to miss it – sensation. Any sensation.      Yes, there’s that initial panic that sets in when they cut off your head and place it on a koornagc nest, and yes, naturally the first thing you’d want to do is swat them away and get as far gone as possible, but what can you do?      Perhaps their eating is a bit painful when they start, a dull itching that flames in spurts as they piece off your flesh, but you don’t have to watch any more once they take your eyes out. You may even get fond of it, tracking their progress as they work their way over your face from one side to the other like a loving plague. Feeling them travel one way then the other as they peel off layer after layer of skin and muscle, revealing secret parts of your anatomy you never knew you had, breeds a sort of intimacy between you and them.      It’s perhaps the most panicked moment when they start to go inside once they get to the barrier of your skull, when they first have to pass in through what remnants of gristle and hair they may have passed in their zeal to know all of you.      But then they’re inside, tramping their little lines through your most secret places, turning over hollows along the veins of tunnels that bear you little by little away as they take what they can carry back with them to the nest. It gets to become an almost erotic dance, intoxicating as they buzz their quiet drone into your bone so that it’s not you that’s being invaded by them but you who’s absorbing their bodies, lulling them into a trance as you take their song and resonate it into an encaptured world that becomes stronger as you become hollow. As they eat you away.      No, it’s not the sensation you get to miss like I first said, it’s them. Their bodies, their flesh mingling with yours, becoming one and eating. It’s not as much fun when you’re just a skull. Then you become just another rock near their path.