Watching The Dragon's Candidate

Chapter 1: Greetings From the Holy One (Prologue chapter.)

Chapter 1: Greetings From the Holy One (Prologue chapter.)

Ashes... Fire... Rubble... Devastation... Ruin... Elimination... wreckage...

"...*Deep Breathing* God Fucking damn it..." A wounded man spoke as he laid out on the remnants of a demolished car. Havoc and desolation surrounded the bleeding man. Wounds littered his body from all sides.

"God *cough!* fuck-*Cough*-ing damn it!" The tattered clothed man struggled to breathe out of his crushed lungs, spitting out blood and bits of food as he tried to speak, deciding that it was better to keep his pipes used importantly for the much-needed air instead of filling it with bits of his dissolving guts and bleeding innards.

He softly turned his head to take in more of the sight that tore him. The effort it took him not to sob so he wouldn't disturb his desolated injured body was intense, but the tears kept flowing down his scarred cheeks, the pain of the wounds his body had accumulated had nothing to do with his emotional breakdown.

It was the sight that was scarring him, torturing him, breaking him, making him want to do nothing but scream.

The sight of the bodies bleeding out beneath the wreckage of the buildings that fell over.

Bodies of little school kids that happened to be in the same school he blew up with his magic.

The same magic...

the same attack...

"You really shouldn't have dodged that one, little Jack." A deep, hoarse, and itching voice boomed and filled the world around the bleeding man.

He didn't turn, he didn't acknowledge the godly echoing voice or its owner.

Jack only kept his eyes on the heavily crushed face of a little girl, staring at him with glassy eyes.

"Hmmm, I did tell you that your intervention would make things worse. You shouldn't have disturbed Flugel's plan, Jack."

A dark, colossal shadow covered Jack's broken form.

The man couldn't face the giant entity, he couldn't turn his head for his neck was burned, couldn't stand to face him for his legs were crushed beyond holding a shape, his arms weren't usable because they were completely burned all over and covered with slash wounds that bled.

The less we talk about his face and midsection would be the better, no one could handle the sight of melting guts...

I doubt anyone would be able to describe it in words either.

Jack's tearful eyes closed, his expression unseen because of all the blood that covered him.

"Ah," the giant beast sounded in amusement, probably raising an eyebrow while looking down at the broken man. "I see you've given up. Wouldn't have been a surprise if you weren't a mere mortal."

The dying man didn't give any reaction to the amused mocking of the deeply voiced beast.

"Hm," the beast mused, "this isn't much fun when you're not able to reply rudely to me." The beast's voice sounded almost offended by the fact that the man was ignoring him.

"I guess... you should be punished immediately... They're all anxious to get their hands on you... Especially little Flu and Tella... I highly doubt she would be the one in control when you are thrown at her mercy... Such a troublesome side effect her mind had to uphold."

Jack stayed silent as he let the beast continue to muse by himself.

Memories between the both of them played.