The Crimzons & The Curse Of Nine Suns.

CHAPTER TWO - The Flying City Of War.

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Staring At The Sun By Post Malone.

Blood and red dust had transformed the once bright angel into a figure of bloody horror. Her heart pounded as she passed through the carnage on the ground. Pale and exhausted, she looked as though the aftermath—the pieces of Typerians, their children, and women—had drained her completely. Such sights could shatter anyone with a sense of morality. Arkielaz wasn't sure if he had it anymore.

There was nothing more terrifying than the bloody scenery she witnessed. Most aliens would die after witnessing such violence. Yet, she seemed stronger. The way she stared into his eyes, watching and reading him, she understood. Of course, she read the way he didn't care about the destruction. She was right to assume she was witnessing a shameless psychopath who had no feelings, who had no heart.

"What? How?" she exclaimed, shocked by the vast yellow rectangular sand spot around the Sirelaynian war carrier.

A few meters away from them stood the giant war carrier pyramids. They were flying war empires. Tall, Sirelaynian black metal and Lavtan neon golden stones formed the most powerful warships. Seamless neon golden lines ran from one side to another. The Sirelaynian technology and Lavtan stones created the strongest rays. They beamed invisible dooms and barriers, allowing only what they wanted inside the perimeter. Sirelaynian technology was among the most advanced in the universe.

"It's the barrier. You can't see it," Arkielaz explained.

"It doesn't allow anything inside." He shared a piece of knowledge only Sirelaynians knew.

Nobody lived to spread the truth about them. Everything the universe knew was lies, except for the part that they were the most powerful and ruthless.

"Why am I inside now?" she asked.

"It allowed me." Her heartbeat was a sound Arkielaz had heard countless times—the sound of a heart scared to death, the sound of a heart right before death. She was experiencing the worst feeling in the universe.

"Actually, it likes pretty and innocent ones."

"You've got nothing to worry about." He tried to calm her with his fake charm, but he had no charm.

"Really? I'm glad," she said, finally falling into a new mood.

"Why is everything red?"

"Is it the blood?" she asked.

"Blood and our weapons," Arkielaz replied.

"Srielaynian crimson stones."

"That's why our swords glow in neon crimson."

"There are more weapons we use. Crimson cannon plasmas. They color most of the planets in red dust."

"They turn blood into crystal dust. Actually, they turn anything into red dust."

"What you are seeing here is a mixture of all that energy, blood, and death."

He explained one of the usual sights of his life. He barely had a week without the scenery of a dead red planet.

"What's going to happen to this planet now?" she asked.

"It's up to the empress," he answered as they reached the door.

"How many did you kill?" She didn't stop her questioning.

"Almost everybody on this planet," he mumbled.