Resurrected as a Drow Chapter 1

If asked the question, “what was your earliest memory,” most people would be able to answer something standard like they remembered squabbling with their siblings, or their first lessons in their favorite craft. Some people even have memories as far back as to their infancy, if they were hard pressed to answer.

Not me.

The first thing I remembered with any clarity was a whole lot of darkness, and the nearly overwhelming sensation that I was smack in the middle of something important a moment ago, but I couldn’t recall what.

And then it dawned on me that I couldn’t really remember much at all, which was when the panic started to set in.

The second thing I would forever remember was the deep sensual laughter of a person with a feminine sounding voice. I knew I liked the sound of it, and because of that, I knew I was male.

Especially because the evidence of this was very apparent in my very naked state.

There was that much at least.

“You are adorable, aren’t you?” the female voice giggled again, and this time she sounded like she was directly above me.

“Who are you?” I asked, and I tried to strain my eyes as hard as I could through the dense blackness pressing against my eyeballs like a physical entity.

The woman laughed again, and even though I couldn’t see, I moved my head in the direction her somewhat malicious glee was coming from. I didn’t know how she was doing it, but her voice must be multi-directional.

Either that or…

“Clever, clever, clever, Fynn,” the female sang, but the voice had now migrated around and behind me on the left.

I wanted to turn my whole body around to face the woman, but my limbs felt stuck fast, as if I was stuck like a fly in Aunt Barbra’s classic Jello salad…

Then a sharp pain burned the base of my neck almost dead between my shoulders, and my eyes watered as if I’d been staring at an eclipse without eye protection, and I couldn’t help but squeeze them shut.

Wait.

Who was this person named Bar’bara-ant, and what the fuck was Jell-o salad?

The pain in my neck throbbed again, and when I opened my still-sore eyes once more, I gasped at the dim shapes that started to swim before me. All around me was still a deep void, but somehow, I was suspended in midair by something that bound my wrists and ankles.

“What’s… happening to me?” My head throbbed as the things I used to recall as easy as breathing dissolved like the shore being eroded by the sea.

“Tsk, tsk, little one,” the woman-- correction, giant Spider Madam-- blinked at me with all twelve eyes, ten of which were dotted down the right side of her ink-black face and down her neck like a cascade of glowing rubies.

The light cast from those gemstone eyes allowed me to see how she supported her toned thorax, complete with a perfect set of breasts clad in a black web-like bikini top, upon eight black legs branching out from her ovular abdomen.

She was as beautiful as she was terrifying, and as I admired how her chrome colored hair framed her sharp face, I forgot to be scared. There was something innately familiar about her, but when I tried to remember what it was, the solid facts I had once been sure began to turn to swamp-sand under my feet.

I was… a drow male, wasn’t I? A dark elf? A fantasy creature that lived in the underdark?

How did I know this?

I should know who my Goddess was.

Or… wait.

Didn’t she call me Fynn-something?

Who in Void’s name was that?

Who the fuck am I?

“What is going on?” I growled in a frustrated voice and struggled against my bindings, but then I gasped in searing pain as one of the Goddess’ sharp legs reached over my head and pierced that tender spot at the base of my neck again.

“Fynn Draven, you are now going to be my little plaything to watch and dally over,” she sang again in that gorgeous contralto. “It will be fun to gift you to my faithful, whom have asked so foolishly for a ‘light to guide them out of the darknessss--’”

Here, the Goddess spat out this last phrase as if it mildly insulted her somehow, but before I could ponder too hard on her expression, I suddenly remembered who she was.

“Drogu!” I grinned, and I knew I was right based on the fact she was now staring at me with a slightly slack jaw in the middle of her derailed thought. “You are Drogu-ani, or Drogu the Spider Goddess of the Drow. And gods, you are stunning… just beautiful… wait. How do I know all that?”

I snapped my runaway mouth shut, and if my wrists weren’t still bound, I probably would have smacked a hand over my maw for good measure.

Even though I didn’t know too much about… anything really, I inherently knew my mouth had always been the source of my tragic flaw regardless of what species I was.

Or… had been?

Currently am.

Ye…Yeah.

“You are lucky you are quite adorable, and pleasing to the eye, male,” Drogu chuckled again in her deep sultry voice, and I couldn’t help but feel smug when most of her eyes fixated on my half-interested penis. “And your attempts at flattery are even more amusing, so I’m inclined to give you a little ‘gift,’ so to speak. Maybe it will help you survive and eventually come back to me, hmmm?”

“Um…” I tried to follow what she was saying, but one of her spider-legs that ended in a dagger sharp point gleamed in her glowing eye-light and caught me off guard. When she tapped the tip of her appendage right over my heart, I had no choice but to scream again as fire bolted through every fiber of my being. I was forced to weather the burning tempest in my veins, and just when I thought I was at my breaking point, the pain abruptly faded. “Why me? Fucking… ow.”

“Because chaos, my pet, reignsss…” she hissed, and she moved in closer to me on her web so she could thread her thin fingers through my long white hair. Then she twisted sharply until the corners of my eyes stung with moisture, and before I could even take a breath, the Spider Goddess kissed me just as ferociously as I imagined a black widow spider would devour her lover once she was done with him.

Her sharp serrated teeth even sank into my tongue and filled my mouth with the taste of copper blood that threatened to slide down my throat and choke me.

It should have been my worst nightmare.

But there was something a little erotic about the whole thing, for one, and for two, the second Drogu bit into my tongue, I was imbued with the knowledge of a language that was both familiar and unfamiliar to me. Suddenly, the two warring sides inside of me settled down into a type of equilibrium, and I managed to find a temporary peace about my whole amnesia situation.

The next thing I was aware of was the sensation of my arms and legs being cut from Drogu’s web and then the heart-strangling feeling of plunging down into an endless abyss with nothing but the howling wind, and the Goddess’ mischievous laughter taunting me…

Slam.

I made an impact with a hard and unforgiving surface as a red glowing light filled my senses until there was nothing but a weird feedback of pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure.

“Argh!” I yelled and doubled over fully naked and in a crouch over one knee like… like…

Hasta la vista, baby, a distant accented voice reverberated inside my head, and even though I was currently in a considerable amount of pain, I couldn’t help but grin through my grimace.

The Terminator.

The title of the legendary time traveling mechanical assassin came to me from some deep repressed part of my mind that had to be the second half of whoever the Goddess had crammed in here with me.

“Who in nelvar is that?” someone shrieked, and I couldn’t help but agree with the woman it belonged to because I was still trying to figure that out myself.

“This is what our Goddess has granted us in our hour of need?” Another female voice, older and firmer, but no less panicked came from somewhere in front of me, and I summoned the will to partially open my eyes.

This was a bad idea because my sight was still recovering from the crazy bright light from a few seconds ago. In fact, I realized most of the trouble seemed to be in my right eye that seemed to be totally blind.

Not cool, Sexy Spider Lady. Not cool.

I decided to worry about my right eye later, and I closed it so I could focus on the scene in front of me with my left, especially because it sounded as if a major argument was taking place around, and about, me.

“--I knew she insulted the Goddess, Mother!” the high-pitched shrieker from before was in the middle of saying. She had light blue skin, pointed ears, and a mess of long pearly hair tied back in a simple braid trailing down her back.

“Hush!” the older woman next to her barked as her burgundy eyes continued to glare down at me like I was something particularly foul she’d just stepped in. Even though she was older, and was scowling deeply at me, she had very handsome features and deep reddish pink-colored skin, and I couldn’t help but admire her through my shock.

Her bone structure was strong, and a ruthless intelligence sparkled in her garnet eyes. There was a hint of years around her eyes and the corners of her mouth, but it was clear by her full, heavy breasts and womanly hips that she’d bore children in her past, and she looked fit enough to bear more if she wanted. That, and the gold headpiece in her flaxen hair told me all I needed to know about her.

This was the queen of some sort, and she was obviously very distinguished based on her finery.

Boom.

“Matron Mother, Nodrin’s Barricade Spell failed!” a third woman said and unsheathed her dual short swords from the scabbard on her back. This woman had a dark blue complexion compared to the other’s light blue, and her short chin-length light-gray hair was a sharp contrast to the other’s. “Helera! Quit your whining and cast Darkness while I go out there and split their skulls open with my blades.”

“No, what if I need to summon Darkness again later?” the woman named Helera whined.

“Do as Dagwyn says, Helera,” the Matron Mother growled, and the woman with the long single braid rolled her cherry-red eyes and brandished her palm.

A glowing rune wreathed in orange and red flames hovered over her open palm, and it took her a moment of concentration before she sent the rune flying through the wooden door of the large temple we were in.

“Attack from the shadows!'' The Daughter named Dagwyn ordered, but the Matron Mother waylaid her by almost yanking her off her feet as she hooked a long-nailed around the strap of Dagwyn’s shoulder armor.

“Excuse me, Daughter, but it is I who issues commands to our troops,” the Matron hissed at her errant offspring before letting her go. “Guards, use your fae-fyre and hold them off while we figure out what in Void’s name to do with the Goddess’ ‘gift.’ Dagwyn, you are to remain here.”

Although it seemed as if the young woman named Dagwyn wanted to argue, she held her tongue as the male drows armed themselves with their implements of battle. When they were armed and ready, two large creatures that looked like half bear and half bull lifted the heavy wooden beams keeping the doors barred so the dozen or so men could charge into an abyss of unnatural darkness oozing around in the corridor like a living thing.

“I say we throw both the male and Tryskaylan into Lake Subata and be done with it,” Helera muttered as she held her Darkness magic in place with her hands still-splayed out toward the door. Her cherry-eyes were ablaze, and along with her scowl, she looked a little scary.

Like psycho crazy with a penchant for arson, scary.

Both sides of me, the side that was now a dark elf male and the side that seemed to remember being a human on Earth, agreed this was arousing, and I really wanted to see what her bitchy lips looked like wrapped around my cock.

“Such an action might be bad luck, Helly,” came an unusual voice that reminded me of a pan flute, and I froze and huddled harder around myself when a set of cool fingers brushed the long hair away from the back of my neck. “Seeing as how he’s been marked as a favorite by Drogu.”

I glanced with my good eye over my shoulder at the beautiful drow woman with lavender skin and deep red eyes the color of blood. Along the right side of her face were a series of crimson diamonds that matched the hue of her irises perfectly, and I knew if I counted them, there would be ten in a mimicry of Drogu’s own eyes.

“That’s impossible,” Helera scoffed. “It could also be a curse mark. Look at his eyes. One of them is as blue as the nelvar-- those above. I would stake gold on it.”

The Matron Mother glared at her First Daughter, but then the older drow aimed her laser beam gaze at me.

“Let me see…” She floated over to me, grabbed my chin with her cold hard fingers, and forced me up to my feet so she could examine me like a beast at auction.

With the icy digits of her other hand, she inspected behind my long sensitive ears, prodded my mouth and pointed canines, and she was even so bold as to cup my naked cock and balls like she was making sure her “stud” was fully intact.

I endured all of this with as much stoicness as possible, but when she finally pried my right eye open, I couldn’t help but cringe outwardly.

The darkness felt strange and smothering, so I tried to close it again, but the Matron Mother wouldn’t let me.

“Keep still, male,” she ordered in a neutral voice, but I knew better than to fight with her authority no matter how casual this Matron Mother sounded.

I’d like to call it some inherent instincts inside this drow body, but honestly, it was just common sense.

The fact she could float without exerting much more effort than batting an eyelash was evidence enough I did not want to fuck with this woman, so I kept my head still and tried to keep my bum eye open as best as I could despite how much I wanted to close it.

Interestingly enough, I found I wasn’t completely blind in that eye like I thought I was. It just took a while to adjust to the dimness of the temple. In my left eye I could see the diffuse light pouring in from the skylights mimicked bright moonlight, but my right could only make out the faintest of outlines and the occasional flash of a red eye or two.

“It’s true, his eye is as blue as topsider sky,” the Matron said and released me with mild disgust where I stumbled back into the woman behind me. “He must be an Omen.”

“But look,” the woman at my back insisted, and she spun me around so I was now staring straight down her perfect cleavage as she forced me to bow my head even lower.

I tried not to squirm as the Matron Mother’s sharp nails whisked aside my hair so she could examine the tender spot on the base of my neck.

“What does it mean, Tryskaylan?” she demanded.

“Wha-- Why do you think I know?” the woman in front of me asked.

“I’m assuming it’s your doing for adding your heartfelt little ‘wish’ into our Beseeching ceremony,” the Matron hissed.

“I told you Tryss offended the Goddess and now-- oh! Oh, scud,” Helera said as her eyes suddenly stopped glowing, and she looked down at her palms like she was looking for something.

Probably the rune that had just evaporated into smoke.

Before anyone could do more than breathe, a cacophony of clashing swords and death screams could be heard out in the corridor, and the pretty drow female with the single braid pursed her lips.

“Way to lose focus, Hel, you dumb bitch!” Dagwyn hissed, which prompted Helera to launch an arrow at her sister with such speed my eyes could barely track the motions she executed to draw her bow from around her shoulders, remove an arrow from her quiver, and then shoot the thing.

Dagwyn, however, had matching lightning-like reflexes, and she brought one of her metal arm bracers up like… like that Diana woman, a forgotten part of my brain was trying to supply.

Wonder Woman.

That’s what it was.

Whatever the case, Hel’s arrow glanced off Dagwyn’s armor hard enough to generate sparks, and right then, another loud boom could be heard from the other side of the doors.

The bullbears were attempting to keep the temple doors closed with their weight alone as the locking runes and the large beams barring the entrance themselves dissolved like campfire ash.

For now, the sisterly squabble was shelved as the temple doors finally gave way to a horde of insurgents who were all hooting and hollering as if they’d won the Superbowl.

Whatever the Void that was.

Void? Or… what?

Fuck, why were there so many confusing words and ideas in my brain?

“Are those Summoning relics?” A high cruel voice came from the front of the horde where a coal-skinned woman with stark white hair styled in a half-shaved style with two thick braids, pushed her way to the front.

She had a psychotic grin on her dark face, and I noticed not only did she have the same diamond tattoos as Tryss, but she also shared the same shorter hair style as Dagwyn. Her royal purple cloak billowed behind her in a magically generated breeze as she levitated closer, and she lashed her silver whip.

The relics I guessed she was referring to were the eight crystal obelisks arranged in a circle around the Matron Mother, Tryss, and me. They were glowing a sickly greenish-yellow, and they flickered like dying candles, so it seemed clear whatever power they once held was now fading.

“Drogu curse you!” Dagwyn spat angrily as she was restrained by other purple cloaked drow who were obviously with the woman who was currently cackling her head off.

“Let me guess, you attempted to Beseech Drogu-ani?” she teased in a syrupy voice. “As if you are any better than the rest of us, Sevahtra Claden’Du. The Twenty-Sixth House doesn’t deserve such weak filth as you! Obviously, the Goddess agrees because she merely sent you a token male for your trouble. Sounds like a sign to me that the Matron Mother to the ‘Warriors of the Void’ needs to get to work and spread her legs. You’re all set up already, see? Your chattel can now explore your void. We’ll wait.”

At this, the raiders behind the woman speaking followed her example and started laughing along with her as if she’d just told the funniest joke.

I didn’t get the joke, but I did understand this woman was a Bitch with a capital B.

Seriously.

“You’d best be careful when mocking something you know nothing of, Belia Ozin-Na of the Twenty-Seventh House,” Matron Mother Sevahtra said as she tilted her head up with a regal sniff. “For all you know, this male could be the secret weapon we all prayed for to deliver us from being razed down to the vermin in the lower circus. Drogu has delivered, and I will be less of a fool than you and choose not to debase it.”

This speech was delivered with such cold confidence that the drow woman named Belia sank down to the ground until she was back to standing on her two feet. The effect reminded me of a saying I’d heard once or twice. Something like… “she took the wind right out of her sails.”

Literally, kinda, but I was still sure the wind was purely magical.

And I wanted to know how it worked. Like really badly.

Whatever the case, Belia had now found her spine, apparently, because she was back to hurtling insults at the Matron Mother.

And me.

I was really getting sick of this bitch talking down to me.

“Don’t try to claim you used up your house prayer power to Beseech the Goddess for this male drow.” Belia threw back her head and laughed again. “Look around you, Sevahtra! I have led a successful raid upon your House and have decimated you down to this handful of lesser Daughters, a few brute hobgoblins, and an unnamed male drow who looks like he can’t even see properly!”

At some point, I had ended up closing my dark eye so I could focus the good one on what was going on, and when Belia pointed it out to more laughter from her cohorts, I went to open it again.

“What’s wrong with him, anyway?” a masked female asked from next to the laughing psycho.

“He’s a pathetic male,” Belia scoffed as she smirked at me. “Our goddess spits on the memory of your house by sending him. What were your plans, bitch? Is he supposed to save you? I’ve already killed all your other daughters and sons. Even if I let you live, which I won’t, it’s not like you’ll be able to breed your way back to power with this half-blind male, regardless of how endowed he appears to be. Then again, maybe Nodrin will be worth something in the long run. At the very least, your ex-consort is welcome into Mother Daria’s harem as long as he can still get it up after she has some fun torturing him.”

The temple dissolved into cruel laughter again, and I felt the blood in my veins boil for an entirely different reason.

This.

Fucking.

Thunder Cunt.

Okay, I may have been new in town, and I didn’t remember anything about being a drow, but I did know this waste of space and all of her cronies were going down. To wipe out an entire bloodline for some sort of zealous revenge was--

A flash of a vision streaked across my gaze as the forgotten parts of my brain sparked to life, and for a brief moment, I saw a sandy desert underneath a harsh sun and people screaming as the sound of explosions took place…

And then, it was gone.

Odd.

But when I remembered the sensation of sand in my boots, and about a hundred pounds of gear on my back, a little bit of that old self came back to me, and I knew just what to do.

So, while Belia The Bitch was still singing her own praises at how she decimated nearly eleven hundred of Sevahtra’s guard slaves and still counting based on the sounds of carnage she was kind enough to amplify for us all with a spell, I followed the urging inside my chest, rolled forward, and swept her legs out from underneath her mid-monologue.

“Cobra Kai, bitch!” I screamed as soon as I hit her, and the entire crowd gasped as the dark-skinned beauty twisted over backward.

Thump.

Belia fell straight on her ass, but I wasn’t done there, and I gave in to the electrifying power building up within my chest where Drogu had touched the space over my heart.

Then, without really thinking, I brandished both my hands at my enemies, and deep inside of me, I felt something release.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”