Note: This is a aftermath after Zarc got hit by Number iC95. Happy reading :)
"Knock-, knock-"
Zarc gasped for breath. His teeth gritted like a dragon as pain wrecked his whole being. Pain of what that bastard did to him. Both physically and emotionally.
Years of waiting, slowly but surely influence those blasted vessels, enduring everything until his grand awakening...only to be humiliated by those trash that called humans.
The insignificant vessel of him, the wayward son of the tyrant wannabe...and him, the one who leading him to the door of death. That damn "Galaxy Master".
He'll make them pay. Especially him.
He'll show them the consequences of going against him. Screw the rules, he'll killed them without mercy this time. He'll destroy those precious to them.
And then, for him, he gonna torture him. Physically and mentally. Oh, he will make him watch everything he cherished dies in front of him and he'll enjoy every seconds of it. Yes, that sounds good.
He, the Supreme King Zarc, will stood at the top of the world once again. He will grind any and all opposition to dust.
Now all he need to do is get out from this room-wait, room? Strange. Did he actually survived and those trash brought him into this room?
He chuckled. As he thought, humans are weak and naïve. All they can do is bluffing.
"Knock-, knock-"
The Supreme King let out a thin, malicious smile on his face. Those trash is checking on him? They don't know what was waiting for them.
It is time for revenge!
He get up from the bed and looked at the door that a person could call a gate. There was something painted on that gate. Like a diagram or a pentagram. There was a writing that read: "[T]hose daring to oppose them will face the consequences."
It is suppose to be a threat for him? Bah! Those weaklings is total morons if they thinks this mere words will scare him.
Suddenly the door opened and Zarc waste no time to charged at anyone behind that door.
The only thing he hit was a cool air. There's no one behind that door. Chills went down his spine when he realize that he doesn't recognize his surrounding.
A majestic darkness crept between the night skies. He was standing on a city.
City that extraordinarily ancient, having been built in the Paleozoic era with abnormal, non-Euclidean, and loathsomely redolent of spheres and dimensions apart from four dimensions. It impious with horrible images and disturbing hieroglyphs which adds the creepiness of this place.
He walked out and set his foot on the street. The strange architecture of the city makes navigation on foot disorienting and treacherous; surfaces that appear flat may actually be tilted, and angles of masonry that appear convex at first glance may actually be concave.
Is it some kind of sick joke? Is those trash try to make him scared with a Real Solid Vision environment?
They need to do better than this.
He stopped at one of the structure; the humongous one. There was a same pentagram that he saw on the gate. There was an ancient writing that he couldn't understand what it means.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn"
The door suddenly opened, and the Supreme King was taken aback at what he saw.
He saw a mysterious creature.
It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings behind.
This thing...is filled with a fearsome and unnatural malignancy, even more than himself. It was of a somewhat bloated corpulence, and squatted evilly on a rectangular block or pedestal covered with undecipherable characters.
The Supreme King raised his Duel Disk to summon his servant; a kin with dichromatic eyes, to fire that thing right on its head in order to kill it, which bursts into a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish.
In a mere second, its head begin reforming again perfectly, as if nothing happened.
Alerted, the Supreme King began to make his escape. He command his servant to run as fast as it can, anything to get away from that creature.
It was not a Real Solid Vision.
It was real.
Like a living nightmare.
His face make a expression of relief when that thing didn't chase him. And in a mere second, his face make a expression of confusion as he shiver ran down on his spine.
The Supreme King heard a sound coming from the sky, the sound was hard to describe. It sounded like crying, the rain, the waves, the roar of the storm, and the ear-splitting vibrations of ultrasonic waves.
When he look up, he can see the moon is red.
And something emerged from the darkness of the clouds.
It was like an inexplicable catastrophe.
Its shape was so terrifying that it could drive anyone who saw it insane. It was far more terrifying than a monster that obliterates him into this place.
Its eyes exuded the most terrible evil that mankind had ever felt.
This creature sleeps in an infinite dream, waiting to be awakened. And he was a part of its dream.
He always believe that god doesn't exist. And now, he had been proven wrong.
Now he will pay the consequences.
Something apparently horrible began to pull at his arm and tried to pull him into the sky. To that terrible creature.
"No! No! Let me go! Odd-Eyes! Help me!"
His servant did not obey him. Instead, to his horror, it vanished into nothingness, as if his servant did not want to cross that horrible creature.
He wrestled with whatever it was and managed to cut off his own arm. He was fall. It hurt, but he was free. With his remaining energy, he ran away from that creature. But then he saw a shadow of someone in the distance staring at him.
It had no face, nor any features that could describe it. For the second time on his life, the Supreme King was terrified and it made him want to die right away.
The man did not speak, and bore no trace of expression on his small, regular features. He merely pointed to a horrible creature which lay above him.
He looked up at the sky again. The creature opened its mouth, and what happened next was that it sent out evil cosmic energy that blinded his eyes.
Zarc body turned gray and cracking as fragile glass; as the colourful energy departs his whole being for the terrible creature.
"Knock-, knock-"
Zarc gasped for breath. His teeth gritted like a dragon as pain wrecked his whole being. Pain of what that bastard did to him. Both physically and emotionally.
Years of waiting, slowly but surely influence those blasted vessels, enduring everything until his grand awakening...only to be humiliated by those trash that called humans.
The insignificant vessel of him, the wayward son of the tyrant wannabe...and him, the one who teach him the meaning of fear. That damn "Galaxy Master".
He'll make them pay. Especially him.
To be Continued.
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