The Conversion
[Joseoh] | [1/12/2026]
The night was young and dark, as papers were tossed and shoved, thrown and torn. Inside the dust filled, disheveled and utterly irregulated study, there lay a madman, not by birth, yet by consequence of the natural curiosity of the physician. For, in the centre of this chaotic storm, laced with fury and resentment towards the accumulative medical
achievement of mankind, lay a tome, an abomination or perhaps, salvation, as viewed by some. Its words, unrecognisable, its syllables, alien. Yet, to the frenzied physician, it seemed almost…familiar. For, the “Valkansaran”, as the name seemingly suggested, contained that which the physician was well adept in: The shaping of the body to one’s will.
Tho, there was one key difference, the methods described in the damned creation are… Frightening. The shifting and sprawling sinews merging together, alternating on the fundamental plain of physiology. The very essence of the being was transformed it seems…The dreadful process seemed to defy all known laws which all living flesh obeyed and adhered to. Despite this fact, the madman felt attuned to this form of manipulation. For, he felt its calling, ringing constantly in the ears. Witnessed the dreams, seemingly taking place eons before the formation of the study of flesh, where a group of people utilised the power with ease, shifting the very soil to their will, transforming it into a living and breathing organism…and, despite the horror and trembling in his eyes… a desire burned deep inside of him, to utilise this power, to exceed at its use. And this day, it seems, the physician decided to take the leap of faith into the unknown, slowly, almost imperceptibly whispering chants and prayers, his gaze filling with the characteristic red glare as he saw on many pages and inside his prophetic dreams…
Months passed, and the man seemingly vanished into oblivion. The medical community of the bustling city of steel and industrial waste did notice the absence of the prominent scholar first. It was thought that the man had simply fallen captive to illness, for the physician himself reported such a predicament in the official letters to the academia…Yet, such a feeble explanation soon became unsatisfactory to the elderly practitioners of the traditional, more “scientifically”, inclined arts of flesh. Thus, a group of colleagues, especially disturbed by the absence of their fellow, embarked on a mission to retrieve the madman. Arriving at the abode, a luxurious, yet relatively compact building, without much architectural beauty, the physicians would knock…once, twice, there was no answer, just void and silence. Thus, after a quick gentlemanly argumentation and debate, the middle aged men broke down the frail and rotten door, crushing it to shambles. Inside, the household is like unto a desecrated and ravaged town, furniture shattered, jewelry a shade of its former glamour. Yet, the most alarming and obvious detail were the walls. For a vice, like unto a pulsing artery wrapped around them tightly, as if pumping and transferring blood. Eldritch eyes and terrific teeth sprung from all the surfaces, seemingly a part of a unified and abominable being… Most men did faint or run at the moment of observing the otherworldly abominations. Yet, one particularly old physician, persevering through the initial shock, resumed the search, which, it seemed, would only bring forth woe. The unbearable stench and rot filled the nostrils of the old man, as he located the fateful room, which would unveil the answer to the mystery of the madman’s disappearance. The room itself was entirely composed of biological material: sinews, arteries, teeth and bone all unified into a scene which inspired both trepidation and awe… On the, well, “floor” of the metamorphosed room, there was a simple message inscribed:
“Good colleagues and honourable men, I may be pleased to inform you that my extensive studies of the biological capabilities of Sarkicism have found great success. I am sure that you shall never understand the significance of my work, seeing how…unconventional the practice of flesh manipulation is. Thus, I am glad to inform you that I have officially left the Isles, in pursuit of the mythical “Adytum”, I wish thou all the best dear gentlemen….”