Deep under the Pott: The Revolt of the Core E-Book

Lennart Kall

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Deep under the Pott: The Revolt of the Core As the Ruhr region is engulfed in blood, sperm, and flesh, Ralle fights his way through a nightmarish underworld of lust, violence, and madness. Together with mutants, gods, and the Marked, he descends deeper than any human before him – to the heart of the Leviathan. But at the end, there is no redemption. Only the final layer. And Ralle's decision: become ruler – or destroy everything. Brutal. Crude. Unforgettable.

Leseprobe

Title:Deep under the Pott:

The Revolt of the Core

Author:Lennart Kall

Biography:

Lennart Kall was born in 1985 in the Ruhr region and grew up in the industrial landscape that later became the backdrop for his dark, fantastical stories. Even as a child, he was fascinated by the secrets of the subterranean world—mines, abandoned industrial facilities, and the stories that surrounded them. Instead of pursuing the traditional educational path of a literary scholar, Lennart Kall gained experience in various professions and traveled extensively. These experiences flow into his stories and lend his works authenticity and a strong sense of down-to-earthness.

Kall now lives in a small town in the Ruhr area and uses theimpressive landscape as a source of inspiration.

Chapter 1 – The Rise of Leviathan

The sky over the Ruhr region was a single, shimmering mass of ash, blood mist, and smoke. Where the gray rows of houses in Essen-Kray once stood, only charred skeletons stretched into the trembling horizon. Window sockets stared empty, like burnt-out eyes. The ground shook in irregular jolts, as if a goddamn heart were pounding deep beneath the earth—slowly, but growing stronger with every second.

Ralle stood on the shattered roof of a parking garage, spitting into the depths. Mucus steamed on the hot concrete. Beside him, Benny cursed, his arm stump hastily wrapped in an oil-stained rag. His skin was pale, and sweat ran down his forehead in dirty rivulets.

“Hey Ralle... that thing... that thing's moving,” he gasped, pointing down to where a massive crack had opened up in the middle of the former main road. A blackA crack from which steam poured like from the crack of a cursed demon's ass.

“Hey, that’s not moving,” muttered Ralle, taking a drag on his cigarette, “that’s labor pain.”

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air. Not a human scream. Not a single animal sound. It was as if an entire mountain had opened its mouth and howled. Ralle spun around. The ground vibrated beneath his feet. Concrete slabs bulged as if being pushed from below. A moment later, the asphalt exploded in a firework of dirt, metal, and corpses.

And then it happened.

A tentacle as thick as a subway car shot out of the ground. Covered in slimy, black scales, it spiraled across the surface with twitching suction cups oozing a grayish-yellow slime. It whipped through the air, ripped a ruined building, complete with burning scaffolding, from the ground, and hurled it toward the horizon.

"MOTHER GODDESS!" Benny yelled, slipping on his own blood. "What the fuck is that?!"

"That's our new neighbor," growled Ralle, reaching for the axe he'd pulled from a fire department cabinet. "And he wants to knock on the window."

A second, then a third tentacle bulged from the crack. It was as if a creature the size of a skyscraper were laboriously squeezing through a womb that was far too small. Piece by piece, the Leviathan's body rose from the bowels of the Ruhr region—a misshapen torso, crisscrossed with pulsating veins, glowing organs that flickered in time with the tremors. Fleshy protrusions proliferated on the monster's back, spurting steaming liquid. And then there was the head. Or what one thought was one. A black mouth full of teeth like steel girders. No face. Just hunger.

Sura stepped out of the shadow of acollapsed department store. Her skin was covered in a metallic glow, as if she had absorbed the energy of the underground itself. Her eyes glowed. Her body – still human, but somehow... more.

"This is Y'shar," she said calmly, as the Leviathan crushed a skyscraper block like an overripe piece of fruit with a single tentacle strike. "The last of the Ancients. Creation itself once banished him deep beneath the earth. Now he returns."

"Why here of all places, man?" Benny wheezed. "What's that fat piece of shit doing in Kray?!"

"Because the heart of Europe is rotting here," Sura replied, approaching the monster. "Because the meat is soft here. Because no one here believes anything can be divine anymore—except maybe fries with a fries-like crust."

A gust of wind whipped through the ruins. The stench of sulfur, rot, and old oil burned in theNoses. Ralle trudged behind, his axe slung over his shoulder, his face a single expression of defiance, fatigue, and lustful rage.

"What does he want? To eat us all? To make us slaves?"

“He wants us,” Sura breathed, “as a goal.”

“As what?!”

"As a hole. As a birth canal. As a seedbed for what comes next."

Benny started laughing, a feverish, half-insane laugh. "Great. I only have one arm left, but at least I can be a hole."

Suddenly they felt it. It was as if the monster had heard them. A tentacle moved jerkily. Then it snapped – and caught a survivor who had hidden in a subway shaft. With a squelching sound, the body was thrown against a building wall. Bones burst, intestines splattered onto the asphalt. Another tentacle darted forward, wrapped itself around alamppost and pulled half the road network out of the ground.

Ralle started running. "Back to the shaft, damn it!"

They slid over burning rubble, climbed over overturned containers, while the Leviathan continued to rise. Its body was so long that it spiraled through the rubble. Buildings fell like dominoes. In the distance, one could see the last remaining units of the German Armed Forces trying to stop the impossible with tanks and helicopters. Tongues of flame licked at the clouds. Somewhere, a baby cried—or something that sounded like one, but with a voice like shattered mirrors.

Ralle gasped as he reached the lid of the emergency exit shaft. "Get in there! Get in there or I'll push you with my foot!"

They threw themselves into the darkness, sliding down rusty ladders into a depth that smelled of iron, piss, and damp skin. When they reached the bottom, the ground was still shaking.Above them, the world cracked like a splitting spine. Sura landed last, rolled, and immediately got back up. Her skin glowed.

“That was just the beginning,” she said.

"I know," Ralle murmured, gripping the axe tighter. "I felt it in my balls."

They went deeper. The tunnels before them pulsed to the beat of the Leviathan. Walls of living flesh, lined with protrusions that jutted into the air like slimy tails. Fluid dripped from some holes. Voices were already groaning in others. And the road to hell had only just begun.

Chapter 2 – Escape through the Hellhole

The shaft was damp, slippery, and narrow. Ralle was the first to smell what awaited them down there—a mixture of sweat, used oil, mold, blood, and the musty aroma of mushrooms that no one would want to see, let alone eat. Benny panted behind him, his stump hand clinging precariously to a rusty belt buckle, while his other arm gripped the slime-covered ladder.

“Ralle, hey... I can’t do this anymore... My hand itches like crazy... I think the stump is alive,” Benny panted.

"If that stump sucks your tongue out, then we'll talk further," growled Ralle. "As long as you can still poop and scream, there's no reason to complain."

Sura glided past them gracefully, as if she had lubricant in her bones. Her metallic skin shimmered in the darkness, and her breath steamed, even though it was as hot as a stovepipe after New Year's Eve. Beneath her, the corridor pulsed—it was alive.The ground twitched with every step, as if you were walking on a huge, sleeping mountain of flesh.

"We're safer down here," she said in that hypnotic voice that always made Ralle tingle somewhere deep in his groin. "Y'shar can't go through these passages. Not yet."

"And what does 'not yet' mean, you sexy alien shaman?" growled Benny. "Does that mean the tentacle god is about to lay eggs down here?!"

Sura looked at him. Her pupils narrowed, almost like a feline's. "He's not a god. He's a messenger. And the one who sent him is already awake."

"I don't want to know that shit," Ralle cursed, kicking a twitching wall that groaned. "It's enough for me that everything here looks like the inside of a damn flesh dildo."

The tunnel widened. They entered a huge, pulsating hall.From the ceiling, liquid dripped into pools of organic rock, in which slimy creatures slithered—like tadpoles with human faces, silently smacking their lips. The floor was covered with algae made of teeth and hair. In the center stood an altar. No—more like an incubator. “What the hell…” whispered Benny.

A creature lay inside. Female. Legs apart. Her skin was translucent, her belly bloated, illuminated from within like a damned lantern. Her breasts swelled rhythmically, her nipples pulsed like heart valves. A black mucus dripped from her vagina, within which something seemed to be stirring.

“That thing... is it still human?” Benny gasped, stepping back.

Sura stepped closer. "It was her. Now she's a vessel."

“What kind of vessel? For what?!” yelled Ralle.

“For the brood.”

At the same moment the belly of theBeing. With a wet smack, the skin ripped open and a misshapen lump slid out. A newborn monster, barely larger than a dog, with tentacles, claws, and a face that began human and ended bestial. It looked at her. And smiled.

"Noooo, hey, I can't stand it!" Benny wheezed. "I'm going to pee myself!"

"Then piss yourself, but move your ass!" Ralle hissed. "We have to move on before the beast calls its friends!"

They ran. The next corridor was narrower, more organic. The walls vibrated as if responding to the rhythm of their footsteps. Slimy tentacles twitched from cracks, caressing Sura's skin, licking Ralle's shoulders. One slid between Benny's legs, and although he yelped in shock, there was a moment of pause—almost a sigh.

"Fucking shit..." he whispered, "that wasn't... quite shit..."

"Concentrate!" Sura shouted. "These tunnels... they're testing you. They won't eat you until you want them to."

"Hey, I've had enough!" Ralle shouted. "I'm tired of this tentacle-fiddling party! I want light, I want beer, I want a decent German pub with meatballs and fucking football!"

"Then go back and let the Leviathan suck you," Sura hissed, her eyes suddenly glowing. "Or go further. Deeper. To the core. There are answers there. And power."

Ralle stared at her. The hatred, the rage, the desire—they boiled inside him like steel in a blast furnace. And he wanted to fuck, kill, and save them all at once.

"Okay," he said. "But if we die, we'll die with a hard-on."

They reached a new chamber. It was no longer a corridor – it was a huge hole, circular, with steep, fleshy walls. In the middle, aA chasm from which warm steam rose. Ralle stepped forward. "What's that?"

"This is the entrance to Shaft Zero," said Sura. "The deepest point. The primordial shaft. The Mother lives down there."

“Which mother?”

"The one who gave birth to everything. Including Y'shar."

Something stirred in the depths. Voices whispered. The air grew hot. And humid. And then desire struck.

Erotic silhouettes spilled out of the walls, female bodies molded from flesh, male bodies, hybrid creatures writhing, licking, fucking. Hands grabbed Ralle, ripped open his pants, licked his stomach. Benny moaned loudly as a tongue-armed vagina wrapped itself around his stump and began to suck.

“Fuck... me... to death...” he wheezed.

Sura stepped stark naked before the abyss. Her skin steamed. Her breasts heaved. Between her thighsit twitched.

“Only those who lose themselves can rise deeper.”

Ralle screamed as two female figures pulled him onto the bed of slime. They rubbed themselves against him, licked his face, and put their fingers in each other's mouths while he grew hard as rebar.

"If this is hell," he growled, "I'll gladly stay another round."

They all fell. In pleasure. In fear. In darkness. And the shaft laughed. For it was hungry.

Chapter 3 – The Cathedral of Meat

They awoke in silence. No screams, no rumbling, no howling from the upper levels. Only the soft dripping of a viscous liquid, falling rhythmically from the ceiling like the rhythm of a heartbeat. Ralle opened his eyes wide and groaned as he peeled himself from the slippery nest of flesh, mucus, and residual lust. His pants clung to him like a wet piece of leather, his axe covered in reddish secretion.

"Fucking shit," he growled. "I feel like a bunch of whores chewed me up and spat me back out."

Benny lay next to him, stark naked, his stump thick and shiny as if freshly waxed. He snored, one leg twitching, his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth. Two figures lay at his side— a woman with four breasts and a third eye on her forehead that still twitched in her sleep, and an androgynous body with a cock curling aroundBenny's thighs.

"Hey! Get up!" Ralle yelled, kicking him in the ribs. "This isn't a gangbang spa!"

Benny jumped up, looked around, gasped, and then grinned broadly. "Wow... what a night. I think I fucked a hermaphrodite angel. And it was actually good."

“If you impregnate yourself anytime soon, I’ll cut off your balls.”

They stood up. The room they were in was enormous. A cathedral of flesh and stone. High walls rippled with pulsing muscles, veins like cables running through the masonry. Stalagmites of bone rose from the floor, and from the ceiling hung enormous, sack-like structures, shadows moving within them— embryos? Mutants? Birth waited around every corner.

Sura was already standing in the middle of the hall. Naked, upright, proud. HerHer skin gleamed like metal in the fog. Her thighs were still wet, her lips half-open. She was more beautiful than ever—and more dangerous.

"This is the Temple of the Primal Well," she said. "The Cathedral of the Flesh. This is where the firstborn gather."

"The what?!" Benny coughed. "What kind of firstborn?! I don't want to meet another thing with fangs and tits!"

"You will. And you will have to honor them."

At that moment, the ground opened. Silently, like a shimmering gate. A being rose from the depths—slow, majestic, hideously beautiful. It was over three meters tall, with a body of shimmering flesh that constantly changed shape. Sometimes female, sometimes male, sometimes both at once. The skin was crisscrossed with gold veins. Eyes—at least ten—gazed in all directions. From its hip sprouted a tentacled penis that trembled in the air.

"Children," it said in a voice that penetrated directly into the skulls, "you have fallen far. Deeper than any human has ever dared. You have fucked, fought, begged. And you are still alive. That deserves... an audience."

Ralle instinctively drew his axe. "What does that thing want? Bite off our balls and make a statue out of us?!"

"No," whispered Sura. "It wants to know if we are worthy."