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Recursionate	By : InvidiaRed Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Resident evil belongs to Capcom as does it's characters and in no way do I profit from this. As does Dead By Daylight and Legacy of Kain, And Lorelai, AKA The Queen Of Maggots from Devil Came Through Here Trilogy.

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The Multiverse is vast beyond conception, and I hungered even as I despised my own weakness.

It was powerless stranded upon this singular timeline. There was no greater curse than to know one's own potential. to know one's own glory and yet never attain it.

To be mocked, lesser than the mortal beings that dotted this miserable world, they had physical bodies. It didn't even have that.

It despaired even as it reluctantly slumbered content to dwell in the forest that would one day be known as Arklay.

Its hunger grew and then....

A whisper drew it out from its nightmare ladden torpor. The sound of moved earth as the mortals disturbed the earth and flourished.

Potential was coming.

Potent, luxuriously, and decadently rich with all the hallmarks of all the temporal nutrients it would ever need, slowly coalescing like a prized pomegranate above all others.

Such decadently rich potential for a timeline split. It dared not hope, and yet it dreamed and desired as a group filled with hateful ambition created a laboratory, and it marveled at the eldritch horrors. They were playing with forces they did not truly understand as they played god.

Such petty dreams and world dominion ambitions. It egged them on whispering the secrets to weaponizing life itself.

And with that, he waited for his perfect candidate.

It just needed one aborted timeline. One dead or ruined timeline, and he could bend it like a bow, and it would never hunger again.

And then came his candidate. Perfect, devious, and biting off so much more than he could chew. It peppered his ambitions and blinded him to the treachery of his students. 1988 it felt the culmination of its efforts. As The Umbrella Security Service closed in with Albert Wesker and William Birkin in tow.

The T-virus was a success! From the progenitor virus. His ally with ambition was blinded to the machinations of Spencer who sought control over this Umbrella Pharmaceuticals.

Doctor James Marcus was a horrid man, and when his Students Albert Wesker and William Berkin turned on him. Assassinating him by having him shredded by bullets.

It rejoiced for that decadent treat. The long-awaited harvest and its meticulous feast grew brighter by the day....

It lamented Dr. Marcus's death... For a moment. It could acknowledge it was not the only abomination upon this earth. There were several.

The Queen Leech feasted well and in a manner, death was not truly the end. In ten years...

Its feasting would begin. It nibbled on the crumbs that was the unfolding incident.

He felt them. There in the distance. In this Raccoon city. Heroes with such infinite potential that it could grow fat on the surplus of its imminent harvest.

It would help them escape the incoming horrors. All it needed was permission.

Chris Redfield, it chose well... There in the mists, even the Entity acknowledged its pragmatic choice. She had her own harvest to tend.

It glowered at the plantlike designated "She" but nodded. La Entité spoke not in words but images.

It mourned the death of one of its fellows at the hands of his own soul reaver.

It marshaled its reserves as it crept into that laboratory. The various fail-safes and electronic locks it located the self-destruct mechanism.

It forced its malefic will upon it, and one by one, it disabled all the fail-safes and preventative measures that would prevent its design. It gleefully short-circuited the alarm system. As it primed the system to self-destruct the moment his savior arrived.

July 1998, Racoon Forest

Alpha Team is flying around the forest zone situated in the northwest Raccoon City. Where we are searching for the helicopter of our missing compatriots.

Bravo team vanished during the middle of their mission. Bizarre murder cases have recently occurred in Raccoon City. There are outlandish reports of families being attacked by a group of about ten people. Victims were... Apparently eaten.

The Bravo Team was sent to investigate.

Then we lost contact.

"Look Chris!" Jill empathically pointed as the helicopter lights raced over the forest tops and alighted upon a familiar helicopter.

S.T.A.R.S expertly set about to investigate. Joseph Frost leading the way. His red bandanna and hot-blooded nature made him the first to the derelict helicopter.

Joseph nearly gagged as his flashlight alighted upon the decomposing corpse... Of Kevin Dooley!

Bravo team's Pilot! The corpse had been partially devoured and he felt the bile burn his throat.

How could this happen? racing through his mind as he scrambled back from the grisly scene.

The rest of Alpha team spread out over the area nearby. Alpha team continued their search for their missing compatriots.

Unaware of the traitor in their midst. The very one who unknowingly set the entire incident into motion with the assassination of his mentor. Such treason was... Displeasing to it.

What a black-hearted bastard! As their flashlights washed over the misty arklay forest. Unbeknownst to them, their movements had drawn the attention of what Umbrella termed Bio Organic Weapons.

They would only find horror soon enough. It couldn't do much aside nudging them in the right direction as the viral payload made them so easily susceptible to its nudging.

Albert Wesker was about to discover his naked ambitions that even surpassed Spencer himself. Was about to have a bad time.

There was only room enough for one god in a doomed timeline...
And he wasn't it. Death was sweet like dessert.

Joseph Frost moved away from the rest of his squad, believing his rifle would protect him. His camera catching every jittery movement of his gun.

The moment was coming. The feast was imminent but it couldn't help but watch in gleeful anticipation. As the T-virus imbued, dobermen slowly closed in.

The skin deterioration would have given them away even as the virus rewrote their brains and body making them stronger and so much more aggressive.

Attack!Attack!Attack!Attack!

Resounding in their decaying brain matter. As his scent drew them like a pack to the incoming slaughter.

Jill Valentine with her flashlight, carefully trekked away hoping to spy any clue of her missing team mates!

A stick snapped and drew the attention of Joseph Frost. As he stepped further from safety. And peered into the bushes.

His fate was sealed the moment he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his weapon.

A cerberus already charging him. Jill was too far away to hear the sudden motion as an entire pack raced through the underbrush.

Joseph Frost could barely scream as the leader raced bodily with jaws extended wide. Wrapped around his throat and bore him bodily towards the forest floor.

His gun went off as he hit the ground already too late as the tainted dobermans mauled him and the leader tore his throat out. The camera catching his final bloody moments. As man was not equal to his artifical creations of war.

Gunshots rang out as Jill attempted to scare off the pack of wild animals. Until she realized it was too late and her trigger finger froze as they devoured Joseph Frost and there was nothing she could do.

Horror made her hesitate as they tore him apart. Blood and gore spraying the forest floor with the remanents of her teammate.

It exulted as one of the dobermans looked up from its man meal and its infected vision.

Spied her!

Blood, flesh and a bit of muscle dropped from its muzzle and it growled. The rest of the pack still feasting, ignored it.

It charged with a hunger born of madness, and it lunged. It hit the leaf-strewn ground as a gunshot rang out.

Chris Redfield gripped Jill's arms, and they bolted, drawing the attention of the entire pack.

Alpha team bolted with all haste as their helicopter blazed a path for them a path toward the mansion!

It crowed and activated the self-destruct timer! Shots rang out as Albery Wesker corralled them towards it's perfect trap.

"Head for that mansion!" As the mist parted for them and for the first time the mansion was seen by them.

And the timer ticked steadily down. Harried by the agressive pack of cereberus they had no idea they were heading towards a trap.

Chris, Jill and Albert Wesker burst through the mansion's thick wooden doors and slammed it shut.

The rest of the Alpha Team already stumbling steadily into the diverging timelines. The moment was coming as it feasted on the raw temporal energy.

It had a pick of all its members as it began to divert and splinter the converging timelines. The bountiful harvest was moments away! Power coursed through it with every unleashed emotion and dying soul. It was the wheel of creation!

It was a pity that the entity had already laid a claim upon Jill Valentine and so it would honor that request.

Breathing heavy as they looked around and got their bearings.

"Is everyone alright?" Jill asked. No one had a chance to respond. For spencer mansion detonated into a fireball that incinerated everything within a half-mile.

It diverted the debris into the helicopter that erupted into flames as it fell into the crestfallen Arklay Mountains.
Sullen silence as all that potential was abruptly cut short. As a sickle cleft wheat! A doomed timeline...
Its preparations were complete!
It ascended flushed and gorged with limitless power as it snipped the aborted timeline with surgical precision and pinned the doomed timeline like a perfect present-like bow. End to beginning with no end. Infinity! As ouroboros ate it own tail. Infinite power coursed through its being.

Its power soared, and its abilities had no limits! It would further divert and snip and mix and match the aborted timeline to its heart's content.

It was a god! Worship me and Despair! It gloated.

More power and potential than it would ever need!

It would thank the mortals for such a successful, bountiful harvest. Even as it almost entirely relinquished its grasp on this world and its natural timeline.

It's harvest immaculately and masterfully executed.

Initiating Recursion Event!

As the day repeated and events would unfold without its influence as though it had never been.

It lazily stretched its attention towards Racoon City.

Another harvesting opportunity awaited it. More tragedies and more opportunities!

One event was all it needed... But, Why settle for just one event?

It beheld its nest and it nest egg with which it could while away eternity.

Every god needed servants...
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