u/ArdentPurpose

Author's Note: As the title says this is a revision of the [Original 2024 version] (https://old.reddit.com/r/libraryofshadows/comments/17lqp47/vicious_hell_part_one_of_two/)

The original story was a pavement into my writing as it is now and I had rushed it out at the time for Halloween and ended up missing it by days. I'm still proud of it as at the time it was the darkest story I had written. No spoilers here. But I'm closing to work fluidly between this and my other story Hue Incubation. Challenging with clarity and a clean vision with no impediments to rush or hurry. I hope you enjoy part one of Vicious Hell.

"I was a failed abortion. Did I ever tell you that?"

"I remembered you mention it in passing a few times. Never saying it out loud like this though. What changed for you?"

"I started to have dreams," Agnes said softly, calmly, almost detached.

Her slender fingers raised her half finished cigarette to her thin lips and inhaled the poison, feeling a nicotine rush hit immediately in her chest. She let it saturate in her lungs before letting out a soft sigh with smoke escaping subtly and continued on.

"It's brought back what she said. How she said it,"

"How did she say it Agnes," her therapist ventured softly, realizing obviously the door she was opening.

"Like how I'm talking now. Calm and detached. Like it was such a trivial, mundane topic,"

"I see," he looked in her calm and clear celadon eyes for a moment of recognition before writing down, Agnes is processing trauma with clarity.

He looked back up to meet her eyes as he asked softly ,"How did that make you feel Agnes,"

Expecting that same calm detachment.

"Like killing her. I wanted to kill her once she explained what an abortion was," Agnes said barely above a whisper with rage underlining it in every single syllable. Her eyes not looming at him but at her cigarette, replaying the fantasies she craved would happen.

Lingering in her head like a germinal idea. Only it never came to fruition. She honestly didn't know why it hadn't but maybe her peace was more important than wasting her potential of a life that was filled with promise. She had to think it was God saving her from being ripped apart in the womb by calm and surgical hands. "Do you want to know how she would have done it?" She said still looking at her half finished cigarette leaving wisps of smoke.

"How?"

"With a coat hanger the first two times. She used the most rustiest one so that if she couldn't reach me, she would poison me with that. Hoping it would deform me at the least. That didn't work obviously. I'm still as beautiful as ever. Still healthy. No IQ deficiencies here. Just a rage that won't ever be forgotten and a will not to waste my precious life on her bullshit,"

"I'm truly sorry that a parent can be capable of that,"

Her celadon eyes slowly looked up from her half finished cigarette to her therapist dull chestnut brown eyes and for an inexplicable moment, she feels an instant ignition in her simmering rage. From smoldering to an inferno of hatred that almost makes her snarl before an intense pain starts in the center of her head, targeting both sides. Instead of a snarl she winces as she touches her temple with a calming touch. Her eyes closed as she tries to will away the pain, her incendiary rage forgotten and reduced back to a smoldering and simmering anger beneath every syllable. She finally tunes in her therapists concerned voice as he asks again.

"One of those headaches again, huh?" He asks calmly.

She nods slowly as she takes a drag of her cigarette before looking at him holding out two aspirin and a cup of water. Prepared for this as her headaches became more frequent within the past month. Her eyes drifted to them and she felt a dull ache start in the back of her head. She took the aspirin and cup of water and when she finished she offered the cup back to him.

He simply held up a hand and she nodded as she placed it by the ashtray on his mahogany coffee table between them. The aspirin having immediate soothing effects as it always had as Agnes took another drag of her cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray.

He didn't say anything as he watched her with studious eyes. Letting her speak when she was ready.

She touched her temple one last time, amazed at how fast the headache came on this time before she let out a sigh and spoke. "My life is worth everything and I don't want her anywhere in it. Especially in my head when I moved on past her,"

"You're absolutely right to Agnes. Like I was saying I'm truly sorry that a parent can be capable of that when their role is to protect and nurture with love and a vision to see their child have a future worth living for. Worth fighting for. There's this saying that a child is a piece of the parent's heart forever walking out of their body. That piece of her in you-,"

"Don't ever fucking say that again," Agnes snapped suddenly and clearly and coldly, "I mean that. Don't ever say that again to me,"

Her therapists dull brown eyes widened at that. Clearly shocked into a brief silence before he slowly nodded and looked to the left at nothing in particular as he quietly thought.

Agnes felt that headache pickup with an aching throb but didn't give a fuck as she pulled out another cigarette and lit it. The nicotine rush calming her more than the aspirin for once.

"You said you were having dreams," her therapist decided to change the subject," What are they about?"

He was still looking to the left before shaking his head and looking down at his notebook with pen in hand. Not looking at her once as she spoke.

Agnes studied his behavior for later analyzation before she spoke with that same simmering anger underneath every syllable.

"It's of this figure...I thought it was of her at first before I realized it was someone I've never met. Something not even real,"

Agnes looked at him while speaking before having to turn her head away for some reason she marked as disgust. She lowered her cigarette as she touched her ear. A nervous tic she sometimes did when she was uncomfortable

[Part 7] (https://old.reddit.com/r/TheCrypticCompendium/comments/1tga3v7/the_world_beyond_our_own_hue_incubation_series/)

"God..God damn it," Haverson's voice ached with a need to kill something but it was being reassured for now.

He closed his eyes and his hands curled into her warm and welcoming body recieving his as he heard Haley step towards them.

"She was in Hell and so were we Hal," her hand came along his back and touched at the base of the back of his neck in a gentle caress as she whispered in his ear," and we came back from it. All three of us baby. Don't ever forget that,"

Hal allowed himself to feel that love again as his mind began to replay the moment of looking at Vera for the last time before he thought she was running away. Only to find out what she really had done when they found her body. And then the moment he brought Haley back to her oldself before the Chrysalis began to burst out of her with blood spray and a fight.

And then with himself as he killed the parasite in his heart with hands that waited and finally got the chance to rip the life out of it; Piece by piece and bloodlet by bloodlet.

No more layering for Him and Haley. And no more pain for Vera from a mother that saw her as a dog.

Those thoughts played out in his mind as he was engaged in their love and felt the rage not disappear but go back inside his chest and soul with patience. A patient wrath waiting with teeth bared to rip into flesh.

"God damn it," Haverson repeated with a dull ache in his voice from the strain and love he was feeling again finally.

He didn't notice how long and he didn't care as he finally said," Tell me what happened to you Vera,"

He said as he cupped her almost angelic face and looked in those beautiful oceanic blue eyes with honest intentions.

"I saw it there Hal. I saw it and followed it out from Hell as it finally found a way out. Maybe it took a millennia in minutes or the inverse but it finally found a way out of that darkness by itself. At least it thought it was by itself," Veronica whispered with an almost same dull ache mirroring his as she touched his face to reassure herself he would be there.

"It ripped through worlds to be here, Hal," Haley said beside him as he looked at her with that soft glow of rage behind his eyes," infesting and assimilating entire worlds before it got here to earth,"

"How can it do that without anything noticing and trying to fucking stop it?" Haverson said with gritted teeth as he looked from Haley to Vera," How can nothing out there not see it and kill it?"

Vera held his gaze with a deep anguish that was forming on her face and he didn't like that one fucking bit.

"Because it killed them first Hal. All those things ruling their dimensions, their worlds, their homes. It got to them first before starting it's terafomation of their worlds. I counted fifty six so far and I watched because I couldn't do anything else to stop it as I followed it Hal. I didn't know what I could do or done but watch it and learn and see if I can copy some of it's power and methods," Vera's voice ached painfully as she let go of him and backed away as she held his gaze and stopped by the lake.

Haverson didn't stay still and neither did Haley as they followed her towards the lake. Almost like a trance but more ethereal and benevolent than that as they stood beside her by it and looked back into the reflection of the tainted town of Harmony being teraformed. Seeing everyone go about their day as the corruption filled the sky over their heads. Their faces pale and youthful looking. Their eyes glossy and wet but almost clear except for the jagged needle thin purple cracks in them. All going about their day.

Except now he was starting to see a change in them. It was noticeable immediately for such a small town. Some of the women, some he knew who were the most friendliest people he met, now had masculine features and clothing. Some of them their feminity accentuated to the point of desire and lust on the spot. And it wasn't the same as the men. Not at all as he saw that some of them had grown out their hair long and were wearing androgynous clothing with effeminate behavior. Some of that clear and the other hidden in the normality of it. Hidden in people who still looked like their selves in appearance only and behavior being mimicked by the hue chrysalis in them.

"What the fuck is it doing to them?" Haverson said coldly as he began to surmise the reasons from remembering and hearing and the sensations he felt before.

"It's beginning to remake mankind in it's image Hal," Vera said in that same cold underlining within her voice.

"This is how it starts. Small and incremental at first. Small changes within infected zones and then glaring at times when it can finally be open with it's teraformation. Right now there's still people in Harmony that are fighting it. They see the sky, they see the behavior changes, they see what it's doing and they're trying to fight it however they know how to," Vera explained as she knelt by the lake and touched it with her fingers and it changed to a family barricaded inside their house.

Their faces pale in a way he recognized from fear and agony. Their father holding a M4 carbine as he sat guard within perimeter of the front barricaded door before going room to room to make sure it was secure. He returned to his family of a beautiful wife and two sons as he talked to them without sound coming through.

Haverson felt hope at that sight. Hope. Honest and genuine to know he wasn't the last one in Harmony that was still fighting it. It was like a damn good surge of endorphins from a workout. Even better than that as he saw the family still able to smile as the son went to another room with his father and they came back with a boardgame. It looked like Scrabble. He wanted to laugh with glee at that but held his tongue. That wasn't like him and he wasn't slipping now as he touched Vera's shoulder.

He hadn't been to church in a long time but he had to ask even though he dreaded the answer. Haverson had to fucking know.

"You said it starts with killing the rulers of the worlds Vera. Did it try to kill God?"

Vera slowly lifted her finger away from the lake surface but the images pf the famiky still played out as she stood and looked at him solemnly. Her face almost unreadable.

"I honestly don't know Hal. As soon as I saw we were heading to earth I broke away and came here to find you and I did," Vera looked to Haley," and I find our missing piece of our souls too as I watched you save her Hal,"

"I almost got assimilated into whatever it is Hal but you and her saved me from that," Haley hugged him from behind and nuzzled her head against the back of his before turning him to face her with a sweet and tender kiss as she opened her eyes half way to look in his darkened cobalt eyes that had softened.

"Thank you for saving me," Haley whispered against his lips as he nuzzled his against hers with love.

"You don't have to thank me," Haverson whispered in that course gravel voice.

Haley smiled softly but her face became solemn just as Vera's as she said " I will anyways,"

They kissed one last time with a lingering passion before Haley went to Vera with a fierce hug as Haverson heard her whisper the same sentiment to her. He watched them connect before his eyes gazed down to the family being viewed in the lake surface.

[Part 6] (https://old.reddit.com/r/TheCrypticCompendium/comments/1taqtoi/the_nineth_encounter_hue_incubation_series/)

He didn't want to question it because he was worried with a dread worse than when he saw the Johnsons on their lawn. But he had to know even though he felt Veronica's heart beating in his hand. Haley's lips and touch warm and gentle and caressing like she was. And he found the strength to dare.

Haverson pulled back and looked at Haley with doubt plain on his face as he looked from her to Veronica. Veronica and Haley looked at each other with an amused but humorous look before Veronica laughed softly.

Haverson let out a scoff but couldn't help but smile incredulously and at the same with mirth as he looked between his two loves.

"Ruddy look at me," Haley touched his face and gently pulled his doubting face towards hers and kissed him in a soft but assuring way that made something in the inferno in his chest blossom.

And with that inferno blossoming he knew that there was something real in this. He knew that they were real. Here in the flesh and present. He kissed her back with love and let it linger before softly pulling away to look in those chestnut brown eyes.

"How? How is this...," he began but stopped as he felt Veronica's touch behind his back and her soft whisper.

"Hope finds a way,"

Haverson's heart came to life with that promise being fulfilled in a time he never expected.

"If it can tear a hole in the universe...," Haverson said softly with realization.

"What rules are left?" Haley's sussuration filled his heart and complimented the life Veronica gave it.

Three halves coming together in Haverson, in Haley, in Veronica.

"There are no fucking rules anymore," Haverson said as he kissed Haley and then Veronica before taking their hands in both of his and walking to the lake.

He only stopped to let go and toss the 10mm onto the ground before taking Veronica's hand and then leading them into the lake. Their shoes entered first and shins and knees and hips and upper bodies before their heads finally dipped under.

They sank below the corrupted touch and air of the Violet world on the surface. Their bodies floating as they saw the lake as it was before Haverson saw the light on the bottom of the bed of it. Haley and Veronica followed his gaze before taking each of his hands and pulling him without any resistance towards that light. He found there was no need to breathe. No need to worry about wet clothes because they had been staying dry alongside his skin and hair. But it all floated like it had been under in motion under water. Not really water but a space of ether that he didn't find logic in and nor did he care as he squeezed their hands and began to kick his feet with them. His inferno beginning to light up ferociously with life as they drawed closer and closer to the light. To Haverson it looked like a crimson blood red light that didn't look worse than the corruption they left behind. In fact it looked like God welcoming him towards something better as he saw they were in distance enough for Haley and Vera to reach out. Closing within distance they reach out their hands for the light.

Haverson's inferno started to rage with life and despite the feeling earlier of God welcoming him, he felt a cancerous doubt start to coil and layer itself around his heart. And it reminded him of the layering before. Where he felt it after racing for somewhere. Any fucking where from the police and found himself back "home"

"GOD DAMN IT!" He roared with rage as he tried to let go of their hands and grab at his chest.

An attempt to rip it the fuck out of his chest like it was a living thing. Like as if it was what he saw with Haley and he didn't even know if it was any different.

"God FUCKING-," Haverson tried to roar with rage again in a desperate attempt to rip his arms free as he felt that layering, that sickening abominable fucking grotesque layering coil itself around his heart slowly. But Haley amd Vera held firm as they gripped the edge of the light and didn't look at him in anger but with that sympathetic and concerned love as they pulled him effortlessly into the red rage of light with them.

Haverson's eyes shot open as he gasped for air and blinked as he grabbed at his chest aching dully. He looked at Vera holding a knife to the thing that was layering itself around his heart. It was serpentine and layered with so many limbs like a goddamn centipede. Only it was was as it's skin on it's back started to rip and tear and he knew that those were wings as he grabbed the knife from Vera and told Haley calmly to let go of it's head.

The moment it started to raise it's head was when Haverson jammed the knife right between it's eyes. It wasn't soft and it was like striking a bear with all it's muscle. As Haverson didn't wait to confirm if it was dead. He knew it wasn't as he used both hands to pull out the knife with his strength before jamming it back into it's head in repeated motions. All the while a quiet but volatile rage had been building to the inferno already there in body. Even as he was quenching his hatred for the Violet abomination, even as he was killing the very damned thing trying to corrupt him: it wasn't the violet hue itself and that's what made him slam the knife down into it's head and this time it pierced through to the sediment beneath. He kept the knife pinned in it and then grabbed it by it's neck as he pulled it's head up the long serrated blade with red crimson spilling out and bleeding down his hands. He glared at it squealing with a girlish delight and a pain so raw it sounded like a child.

But he didn't care as he fucking brought it's head to the knife hilt and slowly twisted it.

Arterial blood sprayed across his face and he didn't care. He didn't care about the scratches it made in futile. He didn't care as he felt his own blood trickle from those scratches. He cared about the pain he saw in it. He cared about finally being able to kill the thing trying to assimilate itself around his heart. He cared very deeply about that as he yanked out the knife and beat saw it still had life as he still held it by it's neck.

His fist came down again and again and again with impact declared by arterial spray. Droplets floating into the air and crashing against surfaces randomly. And finally the centipede like hue was only faintly screaming now. There was no pleasure in it anymore because even though it's eyes were gone, it could still see that it wouldn't come back in any assimilated person. It wouldn't come back at all as Haley watched with a soft smile of Haverson killing it as she placed her hand on his back. Vera kneeling beside him as she watched him kill the abomination with determination at what he was becoming.

Haverson grunted as he beat and pounded and ripped apart the thing until he realized it wasn't moving, it wasn't breathing, and the sound it was making wasn't inside his head anymore.

That the layering in his heart had finally stopped forever as he felt the inferno ignite it with a liberating rage that was breathing through him as he stopped punching and stayed there on his knees with his hands raw and spent and infuriated with inflammation from the flurry of punches. His breathing was ragged as he said barely above a whisper.

"Holy Christ,"

Not more of a curse than a quiet exclamation of life being breathed into him. He didn't know why those two words, he hadn't gone to any church in a long time and when he was in the corrupted world he felt an isolation after Haley had died. But that wasn't for long as Vera slid her hand along his left shoulder blade and along his spine and then gripping his right shoulder blade as she pulled him against her in a tight hug. Her lips kissing his cheek as she silently held him. Haley knelt beside him and wrapped her arms tight around his waist as though he would vanish. She kissed his other cheek and whispered, "I love you Ruddy,"

His blood soaked arm came up over Haleys arm around his waist. His hand coming over hers and interlacing as Haverson nuzzled her lovingly. He whispered back in his gravel voice.

"I love you even more, Haley,"

Haverson let the moment linger before turning his head to Vera looking at him with a loving smile. It was affable and filled with such a warmth he didn't deny the soft smile growing on his face before he kissed her and told her he loved her. She kissed back eagerly yesterday tenderly before whispering it back to him.

Haverson felt emotion burn into him deeply and such richly he didn't ever want to let go of this moment with his two lovers. He didn't want to move onto the next horror in a rush. And that's what he did with them as he rested, truly rested there and let their heartbeats reach him. Let their hands soothe him. Let their lips kiss him tenderly every now and then.

And since the final day before the violet hue entered into his world, he felt just as he was then. No. He felt even better and reaffirmed and renewed in his life, his strength, his discernment. And there were no words to describe the emotionand experience he was feeling right now as he was truly with the loves of his life again.

The only question was if they would ever leave. And he damned that question the moment it came into clarity. But he would remember it in his subconscious. Or maybe even someplace further than that.

When the Violet Hue entered his world, he didn't meet it with skepticism. There was no disbelief in what he saw that night when he was coming back from a walk. There was no questioning his sanity or logic or rationale. He had an idea of what existed in the world below the superficial layer because of no traumatic experience. But a generational belief in more. More than just what's meeting his eyes, beyond this world, what was waiting for us in that world beyond. Though he had come to structure a system of both careful doubt and a belief when it came to these matters. But this...

This was both a structural hit and an accentuation of what was already there.

Experience his forefathers never had to encounter or fight but had fought their own struggles and tribulation to get him to this point. To be the one in their bloodline that goes beyond and above. Creating who he was with the next Haverson and so on. Lars Haverson never shirked away from what he was capable of. Never damned his ancestors for accepting their flaws. Never cursed their names. He was honored to be apart of such a magnificent bloodline as his cobalt eyes looked down at Haley bringing his hand out for him to see. Then Veronica brought his other hand out for him to see.

He looked from one bruised and battered and bloodied hand to another with their fingers softly caressing them. He closed his eyes and nodded with a quiet triumph of what he was capable of.

Sometime later.

He began to stand up into the crimson atmosphere with Vera and Haley joining him. He slowly looked around the lake and took in every sight.

"This looks like a better inversion than what it was doing," Haverson's gravel voice coursed through the clean air.

"Because it is," Haley assured softly.

"I was the first one here," Veronica said with an almost solemn voice," I found this world after the Hue ripped open ours,"

Haverson slowly looked from the crimson sky to turn to Vera and met her beautiful oceanic blue eyes.

"How did you find it?" He asked as he stepped towards her to listen to her.

Vera wrapped her arms around herself and had to look away for a moment as she recalled something painful or uncomfortable enough to warrant such a reaction. Haley went to her and hugged her tight for a long comforting moment before she was the one to speak.

"From what she told me...she was in Hell Haverson. Not the Hell we imagined with our human minds but something worse than that. I think if what I heard was right, it might have been where the Hue had come from,"

"Holy fuck," Haverson said in disbelief.

Two thoughts racing through his head in a whirlwind but only one coming to formation as his hands clenched in sheer rage.

"How the fuck can someone as loving as you end up in Hell Vera?" Haverson's voice shook with an apoplectic anger," where that bastard fucking abomination came from? And don't give that excuse of suicide. You had no choice and you did what you had to while...while I wasn't there,"

Two emotions in tandem were now playing out in Haverson. Grief beyond pain and Rage morphing into something apocalyptic at Vera being denied peace in the kingdom. It was inner turmoil that was threatening to swallow him whole and turn him into something feral as he was starting to ramble with curses and anger while his eyes were burning and wet.

"Hey, hey, I'm here now Hal. I'm here now," Vera let go of Haley and went to Haverson and hugged him fiercely with a love that reminded him of what she said so many times before.

Someday you'll see what it means to hope.

And as he felt her love balm him like an instant cooling effect, he hugged her back fiercely with all his love for her as Haley watched them with adoration.

[Part 8] (https://old.reddit.com/r/TheCrypticCompendium/comments/1th81j0/in_depth_of_the_world_hue_incubation_series/)

[Part 7] (https://old.reddit.com/r/libraryofshadows/comments/1taqssx/the_nineth_encounter_hue_incubation_series/)

He didn't want to question it because he was worried with a dread worse than when he saw the Johnsons on their lawn. But he had to know even though he felt Veronica's heart beating in his hand. Haley's lips and touch warm and gentle and caressing like she was. And he found the strength to dare.

Haverson pulled back and looked at Haley with doubt plain on his face as he looked from her to Veronica. Veronica and Haley looked at each other with an amused but humorous look before Veronica laughed softly.

Haverson let out a scoff but couldn't help but smile incredulously and at the same with mirth as he looked between his two loves.

"Ruddy look at me," Haley touched his face and gently pulled his doubting face towards hers and kissed him in a soft but assuring way that made something in the inferno in his chest blossom.

And with that inferno blossoming he knew that there was something real in this. He knew that they were real. Here in the flesh and present. He kissed her back with love and let it linger before softly pulling away to look in those chestnut brown eyes.

"How? How is this...," he began but stopped as he felt Veronica's touch behind his back and her soft whisper.

"Hope finds a way,"

Haverson's heart came to life with that promise being fulfilled in a time he never expected.

"If it can tear a hole in the universe...," Haverson said softly with realization.

"What rules are left?" Haley's sussuration filled his heart and complimented the life Veronica gave it.

Three halves coming together in Haverson, in Haley, in Veronica.

"There are no fucking rules anymore," Haverson said as he kissed Haley and then Veronica before taking their hands in both of his and walking to the lake.

He only stopped to let go and toss the 10mm onto the ground before taking Veronica's hand and then leading them into the lake. Their shoes entered first and shins and knees and hips and upper bodies before their heads finally dipped under.

They sank below the corrupted touch and air of the Violet world on the surface. Their bodies floating as they saw the lake as it was before Haverson saw the light on the bottom of the bed of it. Haley and Veronica followed his gaze before taking each of his hands and pulling him without any resistance towards that light. He found there was no need to breathe. No need to worry about wet clothes because they had been staying dry alongside his skin and hair. But it all floated like it had been under in motion under water. Not really water but a space of ether that he didn't find logic in and nor did he care as he squeezed their hands and began to kick his feet with them. His inferno beginning to light up ferociously with life as they drawed closer and closer to the light. To Haverson it looked like a crimson blood red light that didn't look worse than the corruption they left behind. In fact it looked like God welcoming him towards something better as he saw they were in distance enough for Haley and Vera to reach out. Closing within distance they reach out their hands for the light.

Haverson's inferno started to rage with life and despite the feeling earlier of God welcoming him, he felt a cancerous doubt start to coil and layer itself around his heart. And it reminded him of the layering before. Where he felt it after racing for somewhere. Any fucking where from the police and found himself back "home"

"GOD DAMN IT!" He roared with rage as he tried to let go of their hands and grab at his chest.

An attempt to rip it the fuck out of his chest like it was a living thing. Like as if it was what he saw with Haley and he didn't even know if it was any different.

"God FUCKING-," Haverson tried to roar with rage again in a desperate attempt to rip his arms free as he felt that layering, that sickening abominable fucking grotesque layering coil itself around his heart slowly. But Haley amd Vera held firm as they gripped the edge of the light and didn't look at him in anger but with that sympathetic and concerned love as they pulled him effortlessly into the red rage of light with them.

Haverson's eyes shot open as he gasped for air and blinked as he grabbed at his chest aching dully. He looked at Vera holding a knife to the thing that was layering itself around his heart. It was serpentine and layered with so many limbs like a goddamn centipede. Only it was was as it's skin on it's back started to rip and tear and he knew that those were wings as he grabbed the knife from Vera and told Haley calmly to let go of it's head.

The moment it started to raise it's head was when Haverson jammed the knife right between it's eyes. It wasn't soft and it was like striking a bear with all it's muscle. As Haverson didn't wait to confirm if it was dead. He knew it wasn't as he used both hands to pull out the knife with his strength before jamming it back into it's head in repeated motions. All the while a quiet but volatile rage had been building to the inferno already there in body. Even as he was quenching his hatred for the Violet abomination, even as he was killing the very damned thing trying to corrupt him: it wasn't the violet hue itself and that's what made him slam the knife down into it's head and this time it pierced through to the sediment beneath. He kept the knife pinned in it and then grabbed it by it's neck as he pulled it's head up the long serrated blade with red crimson spilling out and bleeding down his hands. He glared at it squealing with a girlish delight and a pain so raw it sounded like a child.

But he didn't care as he fucking brought it's head to the knife hilt and slowly twisted it.

Arterial blood sprayed across his face and he didn't care. He didn't care about the scratches it made in futile. He didn't care as he felt his own blood trickle from those scratches. He cared about the pain he saw in it. He cared about finally being able to kill the thing trying to assimilate itself around his heart. He cared very deeply about that as he yanked out the knife and beat saw it still had life as he still held it by it's neck.

His fist came down again and again and again with impact declared by arterial spray. Droplets floating into the air and crashing against surfaces randomly. And finally the centipede like hue was only faintly screaming now. There was no pleasure in it anymore because even though it's eyes were gone, it could still see that it wouldn't come back in any assimilated person. It wouldn't come back at all as Haley watched with a soft smile of Haverson killing it as she placed her hand on his back. Vera kneeling beside him as she watched him kill the abomination with determination at what he was becoming.

Haverson grunted as he beat and pounded and ripped apart the thing until he realized it wasn't moving, it wasn't breathing, and the sound it was making wasn't inside his head anymore.

That the layering in his heart had finally stopped forever as he felt the inferno ignite it with a liberating rage that was breathing through him as he stopped punching and stayed there on his knees with his hands raw and spent and infuriated with inflammation from the flurry of punches. His breathing was ragged as he said barely above a whisper.

"Holy Christ,"

Not more of a curse than a quiet exclamation of life being breathed into him. He didn't know why those two words, he hadn't gone to any church in a long time and when he was in the corrupted world he felt an isolation after Haley had died. But that wasn't for long as Vera slid her hand along his left shoulder blade and along his spine and then gripping his right shoulder blade as she pulled him against her in a tight hug. Her lips kissing his cheek as she silently held him. Haley knelt beside him and wrapped her arms tight around his waist as though he would vanish. She kissed his other cheek and whispered, "I love you Ruddy,"

His blood soaked arm came up over Haleys arm around his waist. His hand coming over hers and interlacing as Haverson nuzzled her lovingly. He whispered back in his gravel voice.

"I love you even more, Haley,"

Haverson let the moment linger before turning his head to Vera looking at him with a loving smile. It was affable and filled with such a warmth he didn't deny the soft smile growing on his face before he kissed her and told her he loved her. She kissed back eagerly yesterday tenderly before whispering it back to him.

Haverson felt emotion burn into him deeply and such richly he didn't ever want to let go of this moment with his two lovers. He didn't want to move onto the next horror in a rush. And that's what he did with them as he rested, truly rested there and let their heartbeats reach him. Let their hands soothe him. Let their lips kiss him tenderly every now and then.

And since the final day before the violet hue entered into his world, he felt just as he was then. No. He felt even better and reaffirmed and renewed in his life, his strength, his discernment. And there were no words to describe the emotionand experience he was feeling right now as he was truly with the loves of his life again.

The only question was if they would ever leave. And he damned that question the moment it came into clarity. But he would remember it in his subconscious. Or maybe even someplace further than that.

When the Violet Hue entered his world, he didn't meet it with skepticism. There was no disbelief in what he saw that night when he was coming back from a walk. There was no questioning his sanity or logic or rationale. He had an idea of what existed in the world below the superficial layer because of no traumatic experience. But a generational belief in more. More than just what's meeting his eyes, beyond this world, what was waiting for us in that world beyond. Though he had come to structure a system of both careful doubt and a belief when it came to these matters. But this...

This was both a structural hit and an accentuation of what was already there.

Experience his forefathers never had to encounter or fight but had fought their own struggles and tribulation to get him to this point. To be the one in their bloodline that goes beyond and above. Creating who he was with the next Haverson and so on. Lars Haverson never shirked away from what he was capable of. Never damned his ancestors for accepting their flaws. Never cursed their names. He was honored to be apart of such a magnificent bloodline as his cobalt eyes looked down at Haley bringing his hand out for him to see. Then Veronica brought his other hand out for him to see.

He looked from one bruised and battered and bloodied hand to another with their fingers softly caressing them. He closed his eyes and nodded with a quiet triumph of what he was capable of.

Sometime later.

He began to stand up into the crimson atmosphere with Vera and Haley joining him. He slowly looked around the lake and took in every sight.

"This looks like a better inversion than what it was doing," Haverson's gravel voice coursed through the clean air.

"Because it is," Haley assured softly.

"I was the first one here," Veronica said with an almost solemn voice," I found this world after the Hue ripped open ours,"

Haverson slowly looked from the crimson sky to turn to Vera and met her beautiful oceanic blue eyes.

"How did you find it?" He asked as he stepped towards her to listen to her.

Vera wrapped her arms around herself and had to look away for a moment as she recalled something painful or uncomfortable enough to warrant such a reaction. Haley went to her and hugged her tight for a long comforting moment before she was the one to speak.

"From what she told me...she was in Hell Haverson. Not the Hell we imagined with our human minds but something worse than that. I think if what I heard was right, it might have been where the Hue had come from,"

"Holy fuck," Haverson said in disbelief.

Two thoughts racing through his head in a whirlwind but only one coming to formation as his hands clenched in sheer rage.

"How the fuck can someone as loving as you end up in Hell Vera?" Haverson's voice shook with an apoplectic anger," where that bastard fucking abomination came from? And don't give that excuse of suicide. You had no choice and you did what you had to while...while I wasn't there,"

Two emotions in tandem were now playing out in Haverson. Grief beyond pain and Rage morphing into something apocalyptic at Vera being denied peace in the kingdom. It was inner turmoil that was threatening to swallow him whole and turn him into something feral as he was starting to ramble with curses and anger while his eyes were burning and wet.

"Hey, hey, I'm here now Hal. I'm here now," Vera let go of Haley and went to Haverson and hugged him fiercely with a love that reminded him of what she said so many times before.

Someday you'll see what it means to hope.

And as he felt her love balm him like an instant cooling effect, he hugged her back fiercely with all his love for her as Haley watched them with adoration.

[Part 7] (https://old.reddit.com/r/creepypasta/comments/1taqrrd/the_nineth_encounter_hue_incubation_series/)

He didn't want to question it because he was worried with a dread worse than when he saw the Johnsons on their lawn. But he had to know even though he felt Veronica's heart beating in his hand. Haley's lips and touch warm and gentle and caressing like she was. And he found the strength to dare.

Haverson pulled back and looked at Haley with doubt plain on his face as he looked from her to Veronica. Veronica and Haley looked at each other with an amused but humorous look before Veronica laughed softly.

Haverson let out a scoff but couldn't help but smile incredulously and at the same with mirth as he looked between his two loves.

"Ruddy look at me," Haley touched his face and gently pulled his doubting face towards hers and kissed him in a soft but assuring way that made something in the inferno in his chest blossom.

And with that inferno blossoming he knew that there was something real in this. He knew that they were real. Here in the flesh and present. He kissed her back with love and let it linger before softly pulling away to look in those chestnut brown eyes.

"How? How is this...," he began but stopped as he felt Veronica's touch behind his back and her soft whisper.

"Hope finds a way,"

Haverson's heart came to life with that promise being fulfilled in a time he never expected.

"If it can tear a hole in the universe...," Haverson said softly with realization.

"What rules are left?" Haley's sussuration filled his heart and complimented the life Veronica gave it.

Three halves coming together in Haverson, in Haley, in Veronica.

"There are no fucking rules anymore," Haverson said as he kissed Haley and then Veronica before taking their hands in both of his and walking to the lake.

He only stopped to let go and toss the 10mm onto the ground before taking Veronica's hand and then leading them into the lake. Their shoes entered first and shins and knees and hips and upper bodies before their heads finally dipped under.

They sank below the corrupted touch and air of the Violet world on the surface. Their bodies floating as they saw the lake as it was before Haverson saw the light on the bottom of the bed of it. Haley and Veronica followed his gaze before taking each of his hands and pulling him without any resistance towards that light. He found there was no need to breathe. No need to worry about wet clothes because they had been staying dry alongside his skin and hair. But it all floated like it had been under in motion under water. Not really water but a space of ether that he didn't find logic in and nor did he care as he squeezed their hands and began to kick his feet with them. His inferno beginning to light up ferociously with life as they drawed closer and closer to the light. To Haverson it looked like a crimson blood red light that didn't look worse than the corruption they left behind. In fact it looked like God welcoming him towards something better as he saw they were in distance enough for Haley and Vera to reach out. Closing within distance they reach out their hands for the light.

Haverson's inferno started to rage with life and despite the feeling earlier of God welcoming him, he felt a cancerous doubt start to coil and layer itself around his heart. And it reminded him of the layering before. Where he felt it after racing for somewhere. Any fucking where from the police and found himself back "home"

"GOD DAMN IT!" He roared with rage as he tried to let go of their hands and grab at his chest.

An attempt to rip it the fuck out of his chest like it was a living thing. Like as if it was what he saw with Haley and he didn't even know if it was any different.

"God FUCKING-," Haverson tried to roar with rage again in a desperate attempt to rip his arms free as he felt that layering, that sickening abominable fucking grotesque layering coil itself around his heart slowly. But Haley amd Vera held firm as they gripped the edge of the light and didn't look at him in anger but with that sympathetic and concerned love as they pulled him effortlessly into the red rage of light with them.

Haverson's eyes shot open as he gasped for air and blinked as he grabbed at his chest aching dully. He looked at Vera holding a knife to the thing that was layering itself around his heart. It was serpentine and layered with so many limbs like a goddamn centipede. Only it was was as it's skin on it's back started to rip and tear and he knew that those were wings as he grabbed the knife from Vera and told Haley calmly to let go of it's head.

The moment it started to raise it's head was when Haverson jammed the knife right between it's eyes. It wasn't soft and it was like striking a bear with all it's muscle. As Haverson didn't wait to confirm if it was dead. He knew it wasn't as he used both hands to pull out the knife with his strength before jamming it back into it's head in repeated motions. All the while a quiet but volatile rage had been building to the inferno already there in body. Even as he was quenching his hatred for the Violet abomination, even as he was killing the very damned thing trying to corrupt him: it wasn't the violet hue itself and that's what made him slam the knife down into it's head and this time it pierced through to the sediment beneath. He kept the knife pinned in it and then grabbed it by it's neck as he pulled it's head up the long serrated blade with red crimson spilling out and bleeding down his hands. He glared at it squealing with a girlish delight and a pain so raw it sounded like a child.

But he didn't care as he fucking brought it's head to the knife hilt and slowly twisted it.

Arterial blood sprayed across his face and he didn't care. He didn't care about the scratches it made in futile. He didn't care as he felt his own blood trickle from those scratches. He cared about the pain he saw in it. He cared about finally being able to kill the thing trying to assimilate itself around his heart. He cared very deeply about that as he yanked out the knife and beat saw it still had life as he still held it by it's neck.

His fist came down again and again and again with impact declared by arterial spray. Droplets floating into the air and crashing against surfaces randomly. And finally the centipede like hue was only faintly screaming now. There was no pleasure in it anymore because even though it's eyes were gone, it could still see that it wouldn't come back in any assimilated person. It wouldn't come back at all as Haley watched with a soft smile of Haverson killing it as she placed her hand on his back. Vera kneeling beside him as she watched him kill the abomination with determination at what he was becoming.

Haverson grunted as he beat and pounded and ripped apart the thing until he realized it wasn't moving, it wasn't breathing, and the sound it was making wasn't inside his head anymore.

That the layering in his heart had finally stopped forever as he felt the inferno ignite it with a liberating rage that was breathing through him as he stopped punching and stayed there on his knees with his hands raw and spent and infuriated with inflammation from the flurry of punches. His breathing was ragged as he said barely above a whisper.

"Holy Christ,"

Not more of a curse than a quiet exclamation of life being breathed into him. He didn't know why those two words, he hadn't gone to any church in a long time and when he was in the corrupted world he felt an isolation after Haley had died. But that wasn't for long as Vera slid her hand along his left shoulder blade and along his spine and then gripping his right shoulder blade as she pulled him against her in a tight hug. Her lips kissing his cheek as she silently held him. Haley knelt beside him and wrapped her arms tight around his waist as though he would vanish. She kissed his other cheek and whispered, "I love you Ruddy,"

His blood soaked arm came up over Haleys arm around his waist. His hand coming over hers and interlacing as Haverson nuzzled her lovingly. He whispered back in his gravel voice.

"I love you even more, Haley,"

Haverson let the moment linger before turning his head to Vera looking at him with a loving smile. It was affable and filled with such a warmth he didn't deny the soft smile growing on his face before he kissed her and told her he loved her. She kissed back eagerly yesterday tenderly before whispering it back to him.

Haverson felt emotion burn into him deeply and such richly he didn't ever want to let go of this moment with his two lovers. He didn't want to move onto the next horror in a rush. And that's what he did with them as he rested, truly rested there and let their heartbeats reach him. Let their hands soothe him. Let their lips kiss him tenderly every now and then.

And since the final day before the violet hue entered into his world, he felt just as he was then. No. He felt even better and reaffirmed and renewed in his life, his strength, his discernment. And there were no words to describe the emotionand experience he was feeling right now as he was truly with the loves of his life again.

The only question was if they would ever leave. And he damned that question the moment it came into clarity. But he would remember it in his subconscious. Or maybe even someplace further than that.

When the Violet Hue entered his world, he didn't meet it with skepticism. There was no disbelief in what he saw that night when he was coming back from a walk. There was no questioning his sanity or logic or rationale. He had an idea of what existed in the world below the superficial layer because of no traumatic experience. But a generational belief in more. More than just what's meeting his eyes, beyond this world, what was waiting for us in that world beyond. Though he had come to structure a system of both careful doubt and a belief when it came to these matters. But this...

This was both a structural hit and an accentuation of what was already there.

Experience his forefathers never had to encounter or fight but had fought their own struggles and tribulation to get him to this point. To be the one in their bloodline that goes beyond and above. Creating who he was with the next Haverson and so on. Lars Haverson never shirked away from what he was capable of. Never damned his ancestors for accepting their flaws. Never cursed their names. He was honored to be apart of such a magnificent bloodline as his cobalt eyes looked down at Haley bringing his hand out for him to see. Then Veronica brought his other hand out for him to see.

He looked from one bruised and battered and bloodied hand to another with their fingers softly caressing them. He closed his eyes and nodded with a quiet triumph of what he was capable of.

Sometime later.

He began to stand up into the crimson atmosphere with Vera and Haley joining him. He slowly looked around the lake and took in every sight.

"This looks like a better inversion than what it was doing," Haverson's gravel voice coursed through the clean air.

"Because it is," Haley assured softly.

"I was the first one here," Veronica said with an almost solemn voice," I found this world after the Hue ripped open ours,"

Haverson slowly looked from the crimson sky to turn to Vera and met her beautiful oceanic blue eyes.

"How did you find it?" He asked as he stepped towards her to listen to her.

Vera wrapped her arms around herself and had to look away for a moment as she recalled something painful or uncomfortable enough to warrant such a reaction. Haley went to her and hugged her tight for a long comforting moment before she was the one to speak.

"From what she told me...she was in Hell Haverson. Not the Hell we imagined with our human minds but something worse than that. I think if what I heard was right, it might have been where the Hue had come from,"

"Holy fuck," Haverson said in disbelief.

Two thoughts racing through his head in a whirlwind but only one coming to formation as his hands clenched in sheer rage.

"How the fuck can someone as loving as you end up in Hell Vera?" Haverson's voice shook with an apoplectic anger," where that bastard fucking abomination came from? And don't give that excuse of suicide. You had no choice and you did what you had to while...while I wasn't there,"

Two emotions in tandem were now playing out in Haverson. Grief beyond pain and Rage morphing into something apocalyptic at Vera being denied peace in the kingdom. It was inner turmoil that was threatening to swallow him whole and turn him into something feral as he was starting to ramble with curses and anger while his eyes were burning and wet.

"Hey, hey, I'm here now Hal. I'm here now," Vera let go of Haley and went to Haverson and hugged him fiercely with a love that reminded him of what she said so many times before.

Someday you'll see what it means to hope.

And as he felt her love balm him like an instant cooling effect, he hugged her back fiercely with all his love for her as Haley watched them with adoration.

[Part 6] (https://old.reddit.com/r/TheCrypticCompendium/comments/1s6khns/the_violet_hue/)

He ripped it open and grabbed the first thing within reach without even thinking or caring for what it was. As long as he ate and had the energy to fight, as he stuffed his face with meat with feral action. Enjoying every God damn bit of it before realizing there was a soft childlike giggle echoing throughout the house somewhere. His body shot into an automatic sympathetic shock at it as he dropped the plate and grabbed a knife from on the counter and ripped it free from the holder. He turned with the knife bent inwards in a ready to strike position as he looked desperately from space to space.

"Come on motherfucker! SHOW YOURSELF" Haverson roared in a rage at having the too brief moment of peace interrupted by the bastard violet hue.

"Alright," the jubilant and euphoric voice said with an almost shrill anticipation.

The Violet Hue walked into the room from it's feet being planted on the ceiling with slender legs. That was all Haverson saw as an intense burn hit his eyes and he screamed in rage and pain and an underlining of pleasure at the bastard abomination once again blinding him with it's sight.

"God DAMN YOU," Haverson yelled as he backed up against the fridge and moved with his back against it and the counter as he drew his fists over his eyes as that same intense pain and pleasure feeling returned.

"Don't like how I look, Hal?"

It was speaking in Haley's voice now. And it was well enough to shock him with an invisible hook into his eyes that made him draw away his fists to dare look at it. He didn't know why he would disobey his survival instincts like that but he would find out later it was a failsafe the Hue abomination planted in his mind during the dream incubation.

He didn't slowly lower his fists. He fucking yanked them away with a soft grin at that loving voice and then regretted fucking do that. It was worse than he's seen it so far.

"Holy fucking Christ," Haverson murmured as he dared to keep looking at the thing on the ceiling above him.

It was Haley's but inverted to see him as he was. And she was frowning so deeply that the thought of a deep aching melancholia pierced into his head like a trauma that was welcomed because it was wearing the face of a loved one.

"Haaaaal," it wailed in an almost jubilant moan that was somehow filled with despair too.

Hearing it made Haverson's chest ache and his head spin in confusion at that abomination. He was starting to feel something feral and primal start to warp itself in his heart as it began to slowly layer itself around it. He stared like he had lost his mind at thing walking towards him on the ceiling. It had no arms but it felt like it was reaching towards him anyway in a way that was invading his mind. That precious cubic space of freedom he had-

He felt fingers sliding down his arm to his hand and Haverson jumped like he had broken out of a hypnosis. He turned immediately to see Veronica behind him pointing towards the hall towards the door with urgency. Her finger wagging as he looked at it and snapped to the hall in a sprint with life affirming energy as he ignored the Violet abomination wailing behind him. He didn't look back as he reached the front door and unlocked it before running to his car. Haverson gripped the Ford driver door and immediately remembered his keys. His God damned keys and his cobalt blue eyes snapped to the ignition and saw them still there. He silently thanked God for it and got in the Ford and slammed the door shut as he snapped in his buckle and turned on the ignition and didn't dare look in the doorway as he looked back out the rear window. It was clear and he stepped on the reverse and floored out of his driveway for what he hoped was the last time as he put the vehicle in drive and sped off on down the asphalt with rubber screeching.

And as he was heading to the town limits he felt a spark of an inferno start to ignite within his core, his heart, his soul and burning away the layering attempting it's assimilation. His eyes narrowed and his hands tightened on the wheel as he looked at people around town still going on as though nothing was happening. Even though the sky above them had been corrupted with needle like violet striations. And whatever had replaced the sun was artificial in it's purple haze. But that wasn't the worse of it. He didn't care about that. And as he looked from an all too clear face to another clear face he was remembering everything in one second passing by a other second with vivid clarity. How everything was before the abomination came into town and assimilated through the most vulnerable state that everyone needs to recover. Haverson remembered Haley and how the Hue had attempted to traumatize him and bastardize his love for her. Haverson remembered Veronica's fingers sliding down his arm to hold his hand and bringing him out of the attempted trauma hypnosis the abomination had tried to do.

Haverson looked for somewhere quiet and displaced from everyone's prying eyes and presence. He thought of the lake he and Veronica use to visit before as he looked at a billboard sign for water. And that's where he decided on as he looked without hurry to see Veronica in the passenger seat. She was there and in the flesh and without any worry and that was good enough for Haverson as he untightened his right hand and moved it to touch her fingers and felt warmth. He felt the inferno start to burn a little brighter as he wrapped his fingers around hers and tightened his hand into hers as she reciprocated with pulling his hand to her soft lips and kissing his injured hand. Kissing away the blood as she tightened her hold on what she craved at times. That loving touch. That sense of someone there. Someone who loved her with everything in his soul.

"I love you Vera," Haverson whispered in his course and gravel voice.

His pet name for her just Hal was to her.

"I love you too Hal,"

Her voice sent emotion rippling across his entire body as his eyes started to burn and his chest renewed a true loving warmth that the hue could never replicate. A loving warmth that didn't demand submission to assimilation. It was the kind of warmth that ignited a man's soul with a fire that built resilience and strength. A fire that would last long after his soul departed to the kingdom. A fire that Haley ignited again unknowingly at the time of their frist meeting.

Haverson gripped the wheel tight in a white knuckle grip with his left hand as he saw they were coming close to the lake.

Haverson saw there was no other cars there and he was glad because if there was he would have killed them as he opened his glove department and pulled out a 10mm glock and set it on his lap as he parked the car right by the lake.

He turned his head around to her and saw Haley there with a warmth that resonated exactly with how he felt with Vera. He relaxed his grip on the pistol and took her hand in his with a loving embrace.

"Did you see what it tried to do?" Haverson asked with a rougher edge underneath his gravel voice than usual.

"Yet it still couldn't do it," Haley's eyes drifted down towards their hands interlaced.

His cobalt eyes drifted down to follow suit and one corner of his mouth curved upwards like a soft but assertive smug smirk as he looked at the moment together. Haverson nodded with a triumph as he looked up towards those lively chestnut brown eyes crinkling with love.

Haverson felt his eyes start to burn again at that beautiful sight and emotion threatening to take him as he cupped her face and felt warmth. He felt an energy that transferred to him like revitalization as his chest burned, his spirit renewed, his strength restored. She leaned into his hand before leaning forward to meet his kiss.

He only pulled back to whisper against her lips.

"Not afraid of it,"

And her voice synced with his as they looked at each other with half lidded eyes. They looked from each other to their lips as they softly touched them and Haverson and Haley smiled at finally receiving the love they had not admitted too until the Hue had made them realize it in it's attempted assimilation of Haley. The denied attempt Haverson was beyond ecstatic to have cut off completely. Because even though he lost her physically it wasn't in vain. She would be here just like Vera. It was a chrysalis waiting to be born long before the abomination attempted it's own chrysalis.

They nuzzled each other with adoration but knowing they would see each other again as they both turned their heads slowly towards Vera standing outside by the hood with one hand on it and looking relaxed as she looked at the lake with a fond remembrance.

Haverson looked back at Haley nodding with a soft smile as she whispered.

"She needs you too Hal. Probably more than me. Don't worry Hal I'll still be here,"

Her soft sussuration like beach waves crashing against the shore more elegant now as she caressed his face lovingly. Before he kissed her one last time for now, letting his lips linger, before pulling back and letting go of her hand as he gripped the door and opened it. He pocketed the 10mm in his jeans as he closed the door and came up behind her and wrapped his strong arms tight around her waist. Her arm came up around his and she leaned back with a soft sigh of desire. Her head back against his shoulder as he kissed her neck and felt her beating artery race against his lips.

He reached up to cup her breast and felt her heart racing against his hand. Her hand came over his and squeezed his tight and locked her fingers with his. Haverson didn't dare break away from her as he whispered against her neck and her ear. It was love endeared to the point of almost rambling. His heart racing so eagerly and his mind lost in memories that he treasured so God damn much. So very much as he felt his entire body like it was on fire for her.

She let it happen, let him breathe, let the emotions run through him like another revitalization. Veronica whispered back fervently between the kisses as she grinded back against him. Veronica wanted him to feel how much he meant to her as she grinned with life.

He felt hands grace his back with a different touch. It broke through his mania but he wasn't feeling an intense rage at being interrupted. He know who it was as he turned to look at Haley's face and took it in his loving hands as he kissed her. She kissed back eagerly as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck.

[Part 6] (https://old.reddit.com/r/libraryofshadows/comments/1s6ku50/the_violet_hue_hue_incubation_series/)

He ripped it open and grabbed the first thing within reach without even thinking or caring for what it was. As long as he ate and had the energy to fight, as he stuffed his face with meat with feral action. Enjoying every God damn bit of it before realizing there was a soft childlike giggle echoing throughout the house somewhere. His body shot into an automatic sympathetic shock at it as he dropped the plate and grabbed a knife from on the counter and ripped it free from the holder. He turned with the knife bent inwards in a ready to strike position as he looked desperately from space to space.

"Come on motherfucker! SHOW YOURSELF" Haverson roared in a rage at having the too brief moment of peace interrupted by the bastard violet hue.

"Alright," the jubilant and euphoric voice said with an almost shrill anticipation.

The Violet Hue walked into the room from it's feet being planted on the ceiling with slender legs. That was all Haverson saw as an intense burn hit his eyes and he screamed in rage and pain and an underlining of pleasure at the bastard abomination once again blinding him with it's sight.

"God DAMN YOU," Haverson yelled as he backed up against the fridge and moved with his back against it and the counter as he drew his fists over his eyes as that same intense pain and pleasure feeling returned.

"Don't like how I look, Hal?"

It was speaking in Haley's voice now. And it was well enough to shock him with an invisible hook into his eyes that made him draw away his fists to dare look at it. He didn't know why he would disobey his survival instincts like that but he would find out later it was a failsafe the Hue abomination planted in his mind during the dream incubation.

He didn't slowly lower his fists. He fucking yanked them away with a soft grin at that loving voice and then regretted fucking do that. It was worse than he's seen it so far.

"Holy fucking Christ," Haverson murmured as he dared to keep looking at the thing on the ceiling above him.

It was Haley's but inverted to see him as he was. And she was frowning so deeply that the thought of a deep aching melancholia pierced into his head like a trauma that was welcomed because it was wearing the face of a loved one.

"Haaaaal," it wailed in an almost jubilant moan that was somehow filled with despair too.

Hearing it made Haverson's chest ache and his head spin in confusion at that abomination. He was starting to feel something feral and primal start to warp itself in his heart as it began to slowly layer itself around it. He stared like he had lost his mind at thing walking towards him on the ceiling. It had no arms but it felt like it was reaching towards him anyway in a way that was invading his mind. That precious cubic space of freedom he had-

He felt fingers sliding down his arm to his hand and Haverson jumped like he had broken out of a hypnosis. He turned immediately to see Veronica behind him pointing towards the hall towards the door with urgency. Her finger wagging as he looked at it and snapped to the hall in a sprint with life affirming energy as he ignored the Violet abomination wailing behind him. He didn't look back as he reached the front door and unlocked it before running to his car. Haverson gripped the Ford driver door and immediately remembered his keys. His God damned keys and his cobalt blue eyes snapped to the ignition and saw them still there. He silently thanked God for it and got in the Ford and slammed the door shut as he snapped in his buckle and turned on the ignition and didn't dare look in the doorway as he looked back out the rear window. It was clear and he stepped on the reverse and floored out of his driveway for what he hoped was the last time as he put the vehicle in drive and sped off on down the asphalt with rubber screeching.

And as he was heading to the town limits he felt a spark of an inferno start to ignite within his core, his heart, his soul and burning away the layering attempting it's assimilation. His eyes narrowed and his hands tightened on the wheel as he looked at people around town still going on as though nothing was happening. Even though the sky above them had been corrupted with needle like violet striations. And whatever had replaced the sun was artificial in it's purple haze. But that wasn't the worse of it. He didn't care about that. And as he looked from an all too clear face to another clear face he was remembering everything in one second passing by a other second with vivid clarity. How everything was before the abomination came into town and assimilated through the most vulnerable state that everyone needs to recover. Haverson remembered Haley and how the Hue had attempted to traumatize him and bastardize his love for her. Haverson remembered Veronica's fingers sliding down his arm to hold his hand and bringing him out of the attempted trauma hypnosis the abomination had tried to do.

Haverson looked for somewhere quiet and displaced from everyone's prying eyes and presence. He thought of the lake he and Veronica use to visit before as he looked at a billboard sign for water. And that's where he decided on as he looked without hurry to see Veronica in the passenger seat. She was there and in the flesh and without any worry and that was good enough for Haverson as he untightened his right hand and moved it to touch her fingers and felt warmth. He felt the inferno start to burn a little brighter as he wrapped his fingers around hers and tightened his hand into hers as she reciprocated with pulling his hand to her soft lips and kissing his injured hand. Kissing away the blood as she tightened her hold on what she craved at times. That loving touch. That sense of someone there. Someone who loved her with everything in his soul.

"I love you Vera," Haverson whispered in his course and gravel voice.

His pet name for her just Hal was to her.

"I love you too Hal,"

Her voice sent emotion rippling across his entire body as his eyes started to burn and his chest renewed a true loving warmth that the hue could never replicate. A loving warmth that didn't demand submission to assimilation. It was the kind of warmth that ignited a man's soul with a fire that built resilience and strength. A fire that would last long after his soul departed to the kingdom. A fire that Haley ignited again unknowingly at the time of their frist meeting.

Haverson gripped the wheel tight in a white knuckle grip with his left hand as he saw they were coming close to the lake.

Haverson saw there was no other cars there and he was glad because if there was he would have killed them as he opened his glove department and pulled out a 10mm glock and set it on his lap as he parked the car right by the lake.

He turned his head around to her and saw Haley there with a warmth that resonated exactly with how he felt with Vera. He relaxed his grip on the pistol and took her hand in his with a loving embrace.

"Did you see what it tried to do?" Haverson asked with a rougher edge underneath his gravel voice than usual.

"Yet it still couldn't do it," Haley's eyes drifted down towards their hands interlaced.

His cobalt eyes drifted down to follow suit and one corner of his mouth curved upwards like a soft but assertive smug smirk as he looked at the moment together. Haverson nodded with a triumph as he looked up towards those lively chestnut brown eyes crinkling with love.

Haverson felt his eyes start to burn again at that beautiful sight and emotion threatening to take him as he cupped her face and felt warmth. He felt an energy that transferred to him like revitalization as his chest burned, his spirit renewed, his strength restored. She leaned into his hand before leaning forward to meet his kiss.

He only pulled back to whisper against her lips.

"Not afraid of it,"

And her voice synced with his as they looked at each other with half lidded eyes. They looked from each other to their lips as they softly touched them and Haverson and Haley smiled at finally receiving the love they had not admitted too until the Hue had made them realize it in it's attempted assimilation of Haley. The denied attempt Haverson was beyond ecstatic to have cut off completely. Because even though he lost her physically it wasn't in vain. She would be here just like Vera. It was a chrysalis waiting to be born long before the abomination attempted it's own chrysalis.

They nuzzled each other with adoration but knowing they would see each other again as they both turned their heads slowly towards Vera standing outside by the hood with one hand on it and looking relaxed as she looked at the lake with a fond remembrance.

Haverson looked back at Haley nodding with a soft smile as she whispered.

"She needs you too Hal. Probably more than me. Don't worry Hal I'll still be here,"

Her soft sussuration like beach waves crashing against the shore more elegant now as she caressed his face lovingly. Before he kissed her one last time for now, letting his lips linger, before pulling back and letting go of her hand as he gripped the door and opened it. He pocketed the 10mm in his jeans as he closed the door and came up behind her and wrapped his strong arms tight around her waist. Her arm came up around his and she leaned back with a soft sigh of desire. Her head back against his shoulder as he kissed her neck and felt her beating artery race against his lips.

He reached up to cup her breast and felt her heart racing against his hand. Her hand came over his and squeezed his tight and locked her fingers with his. Haverson didn't dare break away from her as he whispered against her neck and her ear. It was love endeared to the point of almost rambling. His heart racing so eagerly and his mind lost in memories that he treasured so God damn much. So very much as he felt his entire body like it was on fire for her.

She let it happen, let him breathe, let the emotions run through him like another revitalization. Veronica whispered back fervently between the kisses as she grinded back against him. Veronica wanted him to feel how much he meant to her as she grinned with life.

He felt hands grace his back with a different touch. It broke through his mania but he wasn't feeling an intense rage at being interrupted. He know who it was as he turned to look at Haley's face and took it in his loving hands as he kissed her. She kissed back eagerly as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck.

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He ripped it open and grabbed the first thing within reach without even thinking or caring for what it was. As long as he ate and had the energy to fight, as he stuffed his face with meat with feral action. Enjoying every God damn bit of it before realizing there was a soft childlike giggle echoing throughout the house somewhere. His body shot into an automatic sympathetic shock at it as he dropped the plate and grabbed a knife from on the counter and ripped it free from the holder. He turned with the knife bent inwards in a ready to strike position as he looked desperately from space to space.

"Come on motherfucker! SHOW YOURSELF" Haverson roared in a rage at having the too brief moment of peace interrupted by the bastard violet hue.

"Alright," the jubilant and euphoric voice said with an almost shrill anticipation.

The Violet Hue walked into the room from it's feet being planted on the ceiling with slender legs. That was all Haverson saw as an intense burn hit his eyes and he screamed in rage and pain and an underlining of pleasure at the bastard abomination once again blinding him with it's sight.

"God DAMN YOU," Haverson yelled as he backed up against the fridge and moved with his back against it and the counter as he drew his fists over his eyes as that same intense pain and pleasure feeling returned.

"Don't like how I look, Hal?"

It was speaking in Haley's voice now. And it was well enough to shock him with an invisible hook into his eyes that made him draw away his fists to dare look at it. He didn't know why he would disobey his survival instincts like that but he would find out later it was a failsafe the Hue abomination planted in his mind during the dream incubation.

He didn't slowly lower his fists. He fucking yanked them away with a soft grin at that loving voice and then regretted fucking do that. It was worse than he's seen it so far.

"Holy fucking Christ," Haverson murmured as he dared to keep looking at the thing on the ceiling above him.

It was Haley's but inverted to see him as he was. And she was frowning so deeply that the thought of a deep aching melancholia pierced into his head like a trauma that was welcomed because it was wearing the face of a loved one.

"Haaaaal," it wailed in an almost jubilant moan that was somehow filled with despair too.

Hearing it made Haverson's chest ache and his head spin in confusion at that abomination. He was starting to feel something feral and primal start to warp itself in his heart as it began to slowly layer itself around it. He stared like he had lost his mind at thing walking towards him on the ceiling. It had no arms but it felt like it was reaching towards him anyway in a way that was invading his mind. That precious cubic space of freedom he had-

He felt fingers sliding down his arm to his hand and Haverson jumped like he had broken out of a hypnosis. He turned immediately to see Veronica behind him pointing towards the hall towards the door with urgency. Her finger wagging as he looked at it and snapped to the hall in a sprint with life affirming energy as he ignored the Violet abomination wailing behind him. He didn't look back as he reached the front door and unlocked it before running to his car. Haverson gripped the Ford driver door and immediately remembered his keys. His God damned keys and his cobalt blue eyes snapped to the ignition and saw them still there. He silently thanked God for it and got in the Ford and slammed the door shut as he snapped in his buckle and turned on the ignition and didn't dare look in the doorway as he looked back out the rear window. It was clear and he stepped on the reverse and floored out of his driveway for what he hoped was the last time as he put the vehicle in drive and sped off on down the asphalt with rubber screeching.

And as he was heading to the town limits he felt a spark of an inferno start to ignite within his core, his heart, his soul and burning away the layering attempting it's assimilation. His eyes narrowed and his hands tightened on the wheel as he looked at people around town still going on as though nothing was happening. Even though the sky above them had been corrupted with needle like violet striations. And whatever had replaced the sun was artificial in it's purple haze. But that wasn't the worse of it. He didn't care about that. And as he looked from an all too clear face to another clear face he was remembering everything in one second passing by a other second with vivid clarity. How everything was before the abomination came into town and assimilated through the most vulnerable state that everyone needs to recover. Haverson remembered Haley and how the Hue had attempted to traumatize him and bastardize his love for her. Haverson remembered Veronica's fingers sliding down his arm to hold his hand and bringing him out of the attempted trauma hypnosis the abomination had tried to do.

Haverson looked for somewhere quiet and displaced from everyone's prying eyes and presence. He thought of the lake he and Veronica use to visit before as he looked at a billboard sign for water. And that's where he decided on as he looked without hurry to see Veronica in the passenger seat. She was there and in the flesh and without any worry and that was good enough for Haverson as he untightened his right hand and moved it to touch her fingers and felt warmth. He felt the inferno start to burn a little brighter as he wrapped his fingers around hers and tightened his hand into hers as she reciprocated with pulling his hand to her soft lips and kissing his injured hand. Kissing away the blood as she tightened her hold on what she craved at times. That loving touch. That sense of someone there. Someone who loved her with everything in his soul.

"I love you Vera," Haverson whispered in his course and gravel voice.

His pet name for her just Hal was to her.

"I love you too Hal,"

Her voice sent emotion rippling across his entire body as his eyes started to burn and his chest renewed a true loving warmth that the hue could never replicate. A loving warmth that didn't demand submission to assimilation. It was the kind of warmth that ignited a man's soul with a fire that built resilience and strength. A fire that would last long after his soul departed to the kingdom. A fire that Haley ignited again unknowingly at the time of their frist meeting.

Haverson gripped the wheel tight in a white knuckle grip with his left hand as he saw they were coming close to the lake.

Haverson saw there was no other cars there and he was glad because if there was he would have killed them as he opened his glove department and pulled out a 10mm glock and set it on his lap as he parked the car right by the lake.

He turned his head around to her and saw Haley there with a warmth that resonated exactly with how he felt with Vera. He relaxed his grip on the pistol and took her hand in his with a loving embrace.

"Did you see what it tried to do?" Haverson asked with a rougher edge underneath his gravel voice than usual.

"Yet it still couldn't do it," Haley's eyes drifted down towards their hands interlaced.

His cobalt eyes drifted down to follow suit and one corner of his mouth curved upwards like a soft but assertive smug smirk as he looked at the moment together. Haverson nodded with a triumph as he looked up towards those lively chestnut brown eyes crinkling with love.

Haverson felt his eyes start to burn again at that beautiful sight and emotion threatening to take him as he cupped her face and felt warmth. He felt an energy that transferred to him like revitalization as his chest burned, his spirit renewed, his strength restored. She leaned into his hand before leaning forward to meet his kiss.

He only pulled back to whisper against her lips.

"Not afraid of it,"

And her voice synced with his as they looked at each other with half lidded eyes. They looked from each other to their lips as they softly touched them and Haverson and Haley smiled at finally receiving the love they had not admitted too until the Hue had made them realize it in it's attempted assimilation of Haley. The denied attempt Haverson was beyond ecstatic to have cut off completely. Because even though he lost her physically it wasn't in vain. She would be here just like Vera. It was a chrysalis waiting to be born long before the abomination attempted it's own chrysalis.

They nuzzled each other with adoration but knowing they would see each other again as they both turned their heads slowly towards Vera standing outside by the hood with one hand on it and looking relaxed as she looked at the lake with a fond remembrance.

Haverson looked back at Haley nodding with a soft smile as she whispered.

"She needs you too Hal. Probably more than me. Don't worry Hal I'll still be here,"

Her soft sussuration like beach waves crashing against the shore more elegant now as she caressed his face lovingly. Before he kissed her one last time for now, letting his lips linger, before pulling back and letting go of her hand as he gripped the door and opened it. He pocketed the 10mm in his jeans as he closed the door and came up behind her and wrapped his strong arms tight around her waist. Her arm came up around his and she leaned back with a soft sigh of desire. Her head back against his shoulder as he kissed her neck and felt her beating artery race against his lips.

He reached up to cup her breast and felt her heart racing against his hand. Her hand came over his and squeezed his tight and locked her fingers with his. Haverson didn't dare break away from her as he whispered against her neck and her ear. It was love endeared to the point of almost rambling. His heart racing so eagerly and his mind lost in memories that he treasured so God damn much. So very much as he felt his entire body like it was on fire for her.

She let it happen, let him breathe, let the emotions run through him like another revitalization. Veronica whispered back fervently between the kisses as she grinded back against him. Veronica wanted him to feel how much he meant to her as she grinned with life.

He felt hands grace his back with a different touch. It broke through his mania but he wasn't feeling an intense rage at being interrupted. He know who it was as he turned to look at Haley's face and took it in his loving hands as he kissed her. She kissed back eagerly as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck.