GOD'S FAVOURITE. 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

GOD'S FAVOURITE.

Content Warning: Cannibalism, extreme gore, arson, A detailed depiction of organs being carved and ripped from characters' bodies, murder, victim blaming, mentions of prostitution, violence, arguably important character deaths, a pervasive sense of despair and degradation (Nobody wants to value Y/N as human apparently.) And...Hatori. Especially him.

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Nestled near the edge of the meadow, the village exuded an air of rustic charm. Quaint cottages, adorned with flowering vines and wooden shutters, created a picturesque scene that seemed straight out of a storybook. Smoke spiralled from the chimneys, an invitation to cosy hearths and warm conversations. The air was fragrant with the earthy scent of freshly tilled soil and the faint aroma of baked goods drifting from open windows.

Stretching beyond the village, the sun-kissed wheat field undulated like a golden sea, its stalks swaying in rhythmic harmony with the breeze. The symphony of rustling leaves and whispering grasses created a serene backdrop. Among the wheat, wildflowers burst forth like nature's confetti, painting the landscape with vibrant hues that danced with the wind.

The connecting bridge between the village and the farmer's field was a quaint cobblestone structure, its stones weathered by time and worn smooth by countless footsteps. On this bridge, a group of teenagers huddled together in a somewhat agitated cluster. Frustrated expressions etched their faces as they engaged in a heated exchange of words, their voices rising and falling like the melody of a lively debate. The bridge seemed to carry their fervour, bearing witness to their youthful passion and the intensity of their discussion.

Amid the charming setting of the connecting bridge, a spirited discourse unfurled, its focal point the determined seven-year-old girl. She seemed to embody the very essence of vivacity, her youthful energy infusing the air with contagious enthusiasm.

Standing out like a vibrant gem against the serene backdrop, she donned an oversized sunhat that cast a whimsical shadow over her features, and her rainbow overalls added a delightful burst of colour to the scene. Accompanying her bright getup had been a violet backpack.

With each emphatic foot stomp that punctuated her resolute arguments, the bridge seemed to come alive beneath her. Her diminutive stature belied the force of her convictions as she engaged in the passionate exchange with her older counterparts.

As the older teens endeavoured to reason with her, she remained unswayed, her ardour only intensifying with each passing moment.

"For the MILLIONTH time, you're not tagging along. You're just a kid, so beat it, you little brat!" One of the boys exclaimed, his exasperation dripping from his words.

"Could your folks even let you go?" Another girl chimed in, a condescending smirk playing on her lips as she spoke.

"Shota, would you please get her out of here?" The third sighed, a mix of amusement and resignation colouring his voice. "You know Arisa will chew us out if he hears she got the wrong idea about coming. Take her on a wild goose chase or something, man."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A KID?" She pouted, her little fists planted firmly on her hips, her eyes wide and innocent, a hint of indignation in her voice.

Shota released a resigned sigh before scooping her up and slinging her over his shoulder, carrying her across the bridge. She squirmed and protested, thumping her little fists against his back in a determined but futile effort to free herself.