The book
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Emberlynn stared at the two objects for a long, trembling moment, her chubby fingers hovering between them. The figurine was eerie and tempting, but the book… something about its heavy, solemn presence called to her more. It was bound in deep black leather, worn smooth at the edges from decades of handling, with a mysterious geometric symbol embossed in faded gold on the cover—a spiraling pattern of interlocking angles that hurt to look at directly. The pages inside were thick linen, yellowed and brittle, covered in dense, inhuman writing in black ink that twisted and looped like living things. Strange abstract illustrations filled the margins: impossible geometries, writhing shapes that refused to stay still when stared at, and diagrams that made her stomach twist in a way that felt almost… delicious.
She liked the look of it. That was enough.
“I’ll take the book,” she told the old man behind the counter, voice pitched high with barely contained excitement.
He didn’t even glance up from his ledger. “Twenty bucks.”
Emberlynn blinked. Twenty dollars? For something that looked like it belonged in a museum of forbidden knowledge? She paid without argument, tucking the heavy volume into her backpack. The girls crowded around her, chattering.
“You got the good one!” Raven laughed, adjusting her corset. “Text us later if it does anything spooky!”
Emberlynn gave a quick, squeaky wave. “Will do, desu~! Bye-bye!” She turned and ran the whole way home, backpack bouncing against her back, heart hammering with anticipation.
Back in the suburban house, she locked the front door, kicked off her boots, and raced upstairs. The moment she stepped into her purple-pink bedroom, she began the familiar ritual setup she had performed a thousand different ways before—always without success, always hoping this time the veil would tear.
She drew a wide circle of salt on the floor, placed five black candles at the points, arranged her tentacle toys as foci around the edges, and lit a stick of black incense. She set the new book in the center, open to a random page. When everything was perfect, she sat on the edge of her bed and checked the clock: 4:17 PM. The sun was still high. Midnight was hours away.
She groaned, flopping backward. “Ughhh, why does it have to be midnight? This is so boooring!” She tried scrolling forums on her phone, but her eyes kept drifting to the book. Finally she picked it up, leafing through the pages. The writing was total gibberish—harsh, angular symbols that made her eyes water. The abstract illustrations were worse; swirling voids and impossible angles that gave her an instant headache.
She turned a page too quickly. The edge of the paper was razor-sharp. A thin line of red appeared on the tip of her long, feminine finger.
“Ow!” She brought the finger to her mouth, sucking gently. A single drop of blood slipped free and landed on the open page.
At first she didn’t notice. Then the ink on the page… shifted. The symbols rearranged themselves, flowing like liquid, until suddenly the text was clear. Perfectly readable. She stared, mouth open.
“No way…”
She brought the book closer, heart racing. The words looked like R’lyehian—the fan version she had studied for years. She began to read aloud, voice high and trembling with disbelief:
“Llll n'ghftyar h' hup mgepog fhtagn. A wisp ot ph'nglui n'ghftor…”
The moment the first words left her lips, all five candles on the floor flared to life at once.
She kept reading, faster now. When she reached the final line, a powerful gust of wind exploded through the room, scattering papers and making the fabric tentacles sway wildly. Emberlynn yelped, eyes wide. The candles were burning with unnatural violet flames.
Then the air in the center of the circle tore open.
A hideous thing appeared—a quivering lump of pale, glistening whale-like blubber the size of a large dog, studded with dozens of slick, writhing octopus tentacles that lashed the air. It had no face, only a cluster of pulsing orifices and a single huge, lidless eye that fixed on her.
Emberlynn screamed in pure terror as the monster lunged.
She stumbled backward, but the thing slammed against an invisible barrier—the salt circle held. In her panic she didn’t even notice. She snatched the book and read the next paragraph without thinking, voice cracking.
The monster shrieked—an awful, wet sound—and began to rise, floating helplessly. Its tentacles thrashed. A wave of pure, orgasmic pleasure slammed into Emberlynn like lightning. She threw her head back, eyes rolling white, face flushing crimson, tongue lolling out as the creature’s life energy poured into her. The monster’s screams turned to desperate pleas. When the final pulse hit, she came hard, body convulsing on the floor.
The monster folded in on itself and vanished with a wet pop.
Emberlynn lay panting, chest heaving. Slowly her mind returned. She pushed herself up, confused, legs shaky. She felt… incredible. Bursting with energy. Fearless. Something inside her had gone quiet—morality, conscience, all the little voices that used to hold her back simply faded away.
She picked up the book. Understanding hit like a thunderbolt.
“I… I actually did it,” she whispered, then laughed, low and wicked. “I summoned an Eldritch Abomination… and I ate it. I absorbed its power. Me. Little Kitten. I’m a real eldritch witch now.”
She paced the room, voice rising with smug delight. “All those years of writing, all those fantasies—finally real! I summoned a monster and sucked it dry. It screamed and begged and I just… took it. This is what I was always meant for. Power. Control. Godhood. I knew it. I always knew.”
Still laughing, she opened the book again, eyes gleaming. “Let’s see if it was a dream.”
She read the next page aloud, voice dripping with arrogance.
The candles blazed violet once more. A second monster materialized—similar, but larger, with more tentacles and rows of jagged teeth lining its orifices. It lunged at her immediately, only to crash against the invisible wall of the circle.
Emberlynn threw her head back and laughed, a cruel, satisfied sound. She sauntered closer, book slung on her hip, free hand on her waist. “Aww, look at you. Poor little thing. Did you think you could just pounce on me? On me? The one who’s going to rule everything?”
She leaned in, voice dripping contempt. “You’re nothing. Just food. I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. I always knew I was better than everyone—smarter, prettier, destined for greatness. While the rest of you crawl around like ants, I become a goddess. And you? You’re the first course.”
She read the final lines slowly, savoring every syllable.
The monster screamed in terror as its essence began to flow into her. Emberlynn laughed again—wicked, sadistic, utterly in control. The orgasmic rush hit her, but this time she rode it like a queen, hips rolling, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. She watched the creature shrivel and vanish, feeding every last drop of its power into her body.
When it was gone, she stood in the center of the glowing circle, chest rising and falling, drunk on raw, intoxicating power. She didn’t notice that her hoodie now hung looser on a slimmer waist, that her skirt sat differently on newly curved hips, that her breasts had grown fuller and rounder, that her skin had paled to porcelain, or that her nails had lengthened into elegant points. Her hair had grown a few inches, the turquoise and pink ends brushing her shoulders.
All she felt was the rush—the certainty that everything she had ever dreamed was finally, gloriously real.
She smiled, wicked and wide, and whispered to the empty room, “More.”
Emberlynn...
She liked the look of it. That was enough.
“I’ll take the book,” she told the old man behind the counter, voice pitched high with barely contained excitement.
He didn’t even glance up from his ledger. “Twenty bucks.”
Emberlynn blinked. Twenty dollars? For something that looked like it belonged in a museum of forbidden knowledge? She paid without argument, tucking the heavy volume into her backpack. The girls crowded around her, chattering.
“You got the good one!” Raven laughed, adjusting her corset. “Text us later if it does anything spooky!”
Emberlynn gave a quick, squeaky wave. “Will do, desu~! Bye-bye!” She turned and ran the whole way home, backpack bouncing against her back, heart hammering with anticipation.
Back in the suburban house, she locked the front door, kicked off her boots, and raced upstairs. The moment she stepped into her purple-pink bedroom, she began the familiar ritual setup she had performed a thousand different ways before—always without success, always hoping this time the veil would tear.
She drew a wide circle of salt on the floor, placed five black candles at the points, arranged her tentacle toys as foci around the edges, and lit a stick of black incense. She set the new book in the center, open to a random page. When everything was perfect, she sat on the edge of her bed and checked the clock: 4:17 PM. The sun was still high. Midnight was hours away.
She groaned, flopping backward. “Ughhh, why does it have to be midnight? This is so boooring!” She tried scrolling forums on her phone, but her eyes kept drifting to the book. Finally she picked it up, leafing through the pages. The writing was total gibberish—harsh, angular symbols that made her eyes water. The abstract illustrations were worse; swirling voids and impossible angles that gave her an instant headache.
She turned a page too quickly. The edge of the paper was razor-sharp. A thin line of red appeared on the tip of her long, feminine finger.
“Ow!” She brought the finger to her mouth, sucking gently. A single drop of blood slipped free and landed on the open page.
At first she didn’t notice. Then the ink on the page… shifted. The symbols rearranged themselves, flowing like liquid, until suddenly the text was clear. Perfectly readable. She stared, mouth open.
“No way…”
She brought the book closer, heart racing. The words looked like R’lyehian—the fan version she had studied for years. She began to read aloud, voice high and trembling with disbelief:
“Llll n'ghftyar h' hup mgepog fhtagn. A wisp ot ph'nglui n'ghftor…”
The moment the first words left her lips, all five candles on the floor flared to life at once.
She kept reading, faster now. When she reached the final line, a powerful gust of wind exploded through the room, scattering papers and making the fabric tentacles sway wildly. Emberlynn yelped, eyes wide. The candles were burning with unnatural violet flames.
Then the air in the center of the circle tore open.
A hideous thing appeared—a quivering lump of pale, glistening whale-like blubber the size of a large dog, studded with dozens of slick, writhing octopus tentacles that lashed the air. It had no face, only a cluster of pulsing orifices and a single huge, lidless eye that fixed on her.
Emberlynn screamed in pure terror as the monster lunged.
She stumbled backward, but the thing slammed against an invisible barrier—the salt circle held. In her panic she didn’t even notice. She snatched the book and read the next paragraph without thinking, voice cracking.
The monster shrieked—an awful, wet sound—and began to rise, floating helplessly. Its tentacles thrashed. A wave of pure, orgasmic pleasure slammed into Emberlynn like lightning. She threw her head back, eyes rolling white, face flushing crimson, tongue lolling out as the creature’s life energy poured into her. The monster’s screams turned to desperate pleas. When the final pulse hit, she came hard, body convulsing on the floor.
The monster folded in on itself and vanished with a wet pop.
Emberlynn lay panting, chest heaving. Slowly her mind returned. She pushed herself up, confused, legs shaky. She felt… incredible. Bursting with energy. Fearless. Something inside her had gone quiet—morality, conscience, all the little voices that used to hold her back simply faded away.
She picked up the book. Understanding hit like a thunderbolt.
“I… I actually did it,” she whispered, then laughed, low and wicked. “I summoned an Eldritch Abomination… and I ate it. I absorbed its power. Me. Little Kitten. I’m a real eldritch witch now.”
She paced the room, voice rising with smug delight. “All those years of writing, all those fantasies—finally real! I summoned a monster and sucked it dry. It screamed and begged and I just… took it. This is what I was always meant for. Power. Control. Godhood. I knew it. I always knew.”
Still laughing, she opened the book again, eyes gleaming. “Let’s see if it was a dream.”
She read the next page aloud, voice dripping with arrogance.
The candles blazed violet once more. A second monster materialized—similar, but larger, with more tentacles and rows of jagged teeth lining its orifices. It lunged at her immediately, only to crash against the invisible wall of the circle.
Emberlynn threw her head back and laughed, a cruel, satisfied sound. She sauntered closer, book slung on her hip, free hand on her waist. “Aww, look at you. Poor little thing. Did you think you could just pounce on me? On me? The one who’s going to rule everything?”
She leaned in, voice dripping contempt. “You’re nothing. Just food. I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. I always knew I was better than everyone—smarter, prettier, destined for greatness. While the rest of you crawl around like ants, I become a goddess. And you? You’re the first course.”
She read the final lines slowly, savoring every syllable.
The monster screamed in terror as its essence began to flow into her. Emberlynn laughed again—wicked, sadistic, utterly in control. The orgasmic rush hit her, but this time she rode it like a queen, hips rolling, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. She watched the creature shrivel and vanish, feeding every last drop of its power into her body.
When it was gone, she stood in the center of the glowing circle, chest rising and falling, drunk on raw, intoxicating power. She didn’t notice that her hoodie now hung looser on a slimmer waist, that her skirt sat differently on newly curved hips, that her breasts had grown fuller and rounder, that her skin had paled to porcelain, or that her nails had lengthened into elegant points. Her hair had grown a few inches, the turquoise and pink ends brushing her shoulders.
All she felt was the rush—the certainty that everything she had ever dreamed was finally, gloriously real.
She smiled, wicked and wide, and whispered to the empty room, “More.”
Emberlynn...
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