Part Seven
The air smelled bad. The wind chilled him to the bone. He was scared. He couldn't stop crying.
The red on him had dried; it wouldn't come off no matter how many times he scrubbed his skin with his hands. The world around him was so dark. A purple void nearly black. No white. He cried harder.
"Mama?" He called out. His voice echoed around him. Mama didn't reply. "MAMA?!" He shrieked.
"BOY."
A guttural voice in front of him in the darkness. Not human. Evil.
"...I want Mama," he wailed.
"MAMA IS DEAD. THERE IS NO MAMA."
He screamed as he sobbed. Ugly images rose to his mind; he couldn't block them out. Mama and Papa lying still. So very still. Red on their bodies, red on the walls, floor, and ceiling. His big brothers in pieces in every room—
The red. The red on him was the same red that covered his house. The red came from his family.
"CRY NO MORE." The voice was scary and loud. But not...yelling? "REJOICE IN YOUR GOOD FORTUNE. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY THE BLACK KING."
He covered his ears with his hands. "You lie!" He yelled."I want my mama!"
"MAMA IS NOT HERE. MAMA WILL NEVER BE HERE. THE BLACK KING IS HERE. YOU HAVE NO ONE BUT THE BLACK KING."
"NO!" he screamed in reply. "No, no, no!"
A burst of freezing air hit him from the front, knocking him flat on his back. It felt like a blow upon his body. He lay stunned on the ground, his breathing labored. He was no longer crying. The world around him was still dark.
"THE BLACK KING WILL DEVOUR THE WORLD. NOTHING CAN SATIATE THE HUNGER OF THE BLACK KING. YOU WILL FEED THE BLACK KING."
He sat up, looking in the direction of the voice. He still could not see anything or anyone. "I want to go home," he said.
"YOUR HOME IS HERE. YOUR HOME IS WITH THE BLACK KING. YOU WILL FEED THE BLACK KING."
"I WANT TO GO HOME!" he shrieked back.
Cold wind hit him again; this time it hurt him badly. He skidded backwards across the dark ground.
"DO NOT DENY THE BLACK KING. THE BLACK KING IS YOUR MAMA NOW. THE BLACK KING IS YOUR PAPA NOW. THE BLACK KING IS YOUR EVERYTHING. YOU WILL FEED THE BLACK KING."
He sat up and hugged his arms. Tears spilled down his cheeks once more. "I'm scared. I want to go home..."
"ONLY THOSE AGAINST THE BLACK KING MUST FEAR. THOSE WHO SERVE THE BLACK KING WILL NOT FACE HIS WRATH. THE BLACK KING CHOSE YOU. YOU WILL SERVE THE BLACK KING. YOU WILL FEED THE BLACK KING."
He hiccuped on his tears. He was scared. He didn't want to do it. He wanted to go home. He wanted his family back.
"BOY."
He did not say these thoughts out loud. The voice would not let him.
"YOU WILL FEED THE BLACK KING...OR THE BLACK KING WILL FEED UPON YOU."
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When he woke up, the voice was gone but the void remained. But it wasn't the void that scared him.
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Suikoden VI
FanfictionIS 478. On the Southern Continent in the country of Nagarea, the isolated civilization has begun a steady downward spiral of corruption and darkness. For Daunte, his main concerns are survival and the wellbeing of his little brother. But as the Tenk...
