Through the Catastrophe!!

Chapter 1: Who is that man?

ChoiCale day 2
Apocalypse Au | Despair |Battlefield
"You are the only person who came to mind"

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The world was silent—it has always been silent for the past one hundred years.

The group aimlessly wandered through the vast ruins of this cosmos, scavenging through abandoned cities, stealthily avoiding lurking monsters by ducking behind and into crumbling buildings, and taking refuge in rotting cottages—with leaking rooftops. For all that they are—weak living creatures in this world's ecosystem with only knowledge and weapons as their survival tool.

They have seen other survivors during their travels, but the greed to survive and betrayal that they experienced made them cautious not to trust anyone outside their friend circle. None of the survivors had their sanity intact; none of them cared about anybody other than themselves.

They stayed away from the other survivors as the group was different from them. Hence, the reason why they have been able to live so long in a group.

The world remained silent and eerie, abducted by hideous looking monsters lurking around the streets or buildings—not showing any signs of dying. The panic and eeriness died down within the group as the catastrophe was their old nemesis by now—and by now the world's future was already written down by their demand.

The world was fated destruction, complete concurrence; that they tried their best to stop. Challenging fate on their own, and fighting against their old nemesis, the group had become immune to everything.

They shouldn't be used to this situation, they know it as well but they were just like every other survivor out there with nothing that reminds them of a time when they called this place home.

Covered in black gear, they sat on the ground. Their senses were on high alert, making sure they were on safe grounds. They didn't know how long they would last—but they did everything they could to survive.

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"Despair is enjoying this, isn't he?" a tired voice asked while looking down at the catastrophe the universe faced.

The original world, they looked over, was impossible to forget and yet, there were no traces of what the world used to be. Whenever he tried to retrieve back the world that once stood tall, he found himself restricted, unable to disturb other gods' playtime.

"His 'fun', as you say, will be coming to an end now." A different voice answered, causing him to scoff. "Cale." he heard his name being called, yet he lazily sat in the same space looking at the world.

"Cale, if you don't do this, you know what will happen." he scoffed as he looked in front. What would happen? He'd perish away as well if the last survivors die.

"Although you are the god of death, your existence would be erased if there is no life force left to die. " The man spoke, causing him to internally scoff once more.

"Are you blackmailing me?" His cold tone caused the male to flinch a little. "It is an order straight from the higher superiors." He kept quiet for a while, as awkward silence bloomed between the two.

"Haa."

He sighed tiredly causing the other male to flinch. "Why bother asking if they were going to send me anyways?" He massaged his temples as he stood up. Scoffing at the sight of the male flinching backwards.

Moving his way towards the grand hall, he watched as he hurriedly moved away as he was in sight. A smile twitched on his face as he moved ahead. He hasn't done much to damage his reputation, however, being the entity who rules over death—people were just afraid of him.