The rot
Dr. mortis
The Tale of Doctor Mortis & The Mortuary of Rot
In a world lost to the ravages of time, where ancient woods and shadowed landscapes concealed forgotten secrets, there stood an old mortuary. This once-grand edifice, now abandoned and decayed, was steeped in darkness and enigma. To the townsfolk who lived in its eerie shadow, it was a place of unsettling whispers and grim legends. They spoke in hushed tones of the mortuary’s grim past, where unspeakable experiments were conducted by a deranged mortician named Dr. Mortis. Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the doctor spent his nights in the dimly lit basement of his mortuary, surrounded by ancient tomes, bubbling potions, and intricate machinery.
He was a man of once-revered intellect, known for his pioneering work in anatomy and medicine. However, the untimely death of his beloved wife, Elara, had driven him to the brink of madness. Stricken by grief and unable to accept the finality of her death, he retreated into the labyrinthine basement of the mortuary. Here, amid the scent of decay and the flickering light of oil lamps,
he pursued every obscure ritual and arcane practice in his quest to resurrect his wife. His obsession drove him to create a serum he called Ethereum - a potent elixir combining rare herbs, enchanted crystals, and what he believed was the very essence of life.
Dr. Mortis believed he had finally found the key. With trembling hands, he injected the serum into the lifeless body of his deceased wife. At first, nothing happened. But then, a faint glow emanated from her chest. Her fingers twitched, her eyes fluttered open, and she drew a ragged, gutteral breath.
Mortis's heart raced as he watched in awe - Elara had returned to the land of the living. The love of his life was alive once more.
However, the reanimation was tragically imperfect. Though Elara’s body was alive, her spirit was absent. Her eyes, once warm and full of life, were now vacant and unseeing. Her movements were jerky and unnatural, devoid of the grace and humanity that had once defined her. Most heartbreaking of all, she had no memory of her past, of the love they had shared, or even of Mortis himself. She was a hollow echo of the woman he had loved - a soulless vessel animated by his desperate experiments. This failure shattered Mortis’s heart and drove him deeper into madness. His obsession with reclaiming Elara’s essence became an all-consuming inferno.
Undeterred, he continued his experiments, hoping to perfect his Ethereum serum. He believed that with time, he could find a way to bring back not just the body, but Elara’s soul as well. Obsessed with the idea of eternal life,
he abandoned the boundaries of ethical science, conducting increasingly grotesque experiments. He lured unsuspecting townsfolk to the mortuary with promises of cures and wealth, only to use them as unwilling subjects in his unrelenting pursuit of reanimation.
One storm-ravaged night, as lightning streaked across the darkened sky and thunder roared, Mortis prepared for what he hoped would be a final breakthrough. As he administered a new, more potent version of Ethereum to a young boy, a cataclysmic lightning strike struck the mortuary, setting it ablaze. The fire spread with ferocious speed, consuming the wooden beams and filling the air with choking smoke. In the chaos, Mortis frantically attempted to save his precious vials of Ethereum. But the fire was unforgiving, by the time he ran for the cellar door, it was too late. The flames had consumed the stairway leading out. The doctor, believing he could still make his way up the stairway, began to climb step by step. He could hear the snapping of wood on the floor above. As the paint on the walls began to blister and bubble, he could feel his clothes start to ignite and melt to his skin. He began to breathe in more and more smoke until his eyes were burning and he was unable to breath.
Then an idea popped into his mind. What if he were to inject himself with the serum? Would it even work? He was still alive but on the steps of death’s door. He reached for a syringe and jammed it into his arm. The liquid was hot; it burned hotter than the flames that were now consuming his body. As the serum coursed through his veins, he felt a surge of energy. He felt younger and stronger than he had in years. Then he heard a scream coming from somewhere. Had someone else gotten into the mortuary? The scream began to grow louder and louder. Then he realized it was he who was screaming. Was it from the flames that were now devouring his flesh or was it from the Ethereum?
He started to feel something twisting inside of his burning body. As he looked down, he saw a horrifying transformation. Roots, like dark, sentient tendrils, began to push through his charred flesh. Mortis's body convulsed in excruciating agony as it merged with the growths, becoming a grotesque fusion of flesh and vine, and then everything went dark. Had he succeeded in reanimating himself?
As years went by, Dr. Mortis became a haunted tale, a cautionary story of obsession and the quest for eternal life. His mortuary, burned and abandoned, stood as a testament to his relentless pursuit.
On stormy nights, some claim to see a faint, eerie glow emanating from the rotting basement. It is said that Doctor Mortis continues his relentless search for the secret of true immortality, forever ensnared in the darkness he sought to master, his restless spirit eternally bound to the very place where his obsession was born.
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