The Equilateral

Prologue [Woe is Me]

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"Woe is me..."

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21st December 2048 – 2015 hrs

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??????: Woe is me...

The night air was still, and the moonlight was covered in a veil of clouds. The outlines of the trees of the black forest form an endless amalgamation of darkness.

The scrawny figure of a man laments.

??????: Woe is me... for I have to spectate this farce.

Not too far ahead, lays a girl, her long white hair has long since been soaked in red. Her figure is clearly warped despite the low visibility. Surrounding her were three unfathomable beasts, hulking over her mangled soon-to-be corpse. Their blade-like limbs dripped with her blood and they let out a deafening howl. Their hunt was reaching its end.

??????: MARIUL! MARI—AUUuggHHHAHHHHHHHHH--------AH---AAH

Before the girl could plead any further, she was abruptly interrupted by six different punctures throughout her body. It was time for the feast. The beasts mercilessly disgorged her organs with each passing motion creating a sickening squelch. The more the beasts dug into her, the more she wailed in agony. The man watched in disdain, not for the disgorging of a helpless girl but rather for her pathetic pleas for help. The wails permeated throughout the forest for an excruciating amount of time.

Then came a silence.

The silence was soon broken but the battle drums of thunder, and rain followed suit. The remains of the girl could not be considered so for a mess of fabric and leftover scraps of flesh was an unrecognisable sight. The beasts howled once more, with their long snouts covering the veiled full moon. The cries of victory and satiation. All signs of the hunt were washed away by the rain. The beasts then sniffed around and immediately turned towards the man, still perched on a rock from the beginning, with his leg up on the rock and the other on the ground. He sits there undisturbed, reading a book that has seen better days, its cover is tattered and worn, its pages yellow and flaky. Yet, the torrential downpour seemed to be doing no part in damaging the book further. The beasts howled in joy, the hunt begins once more!

Without delay, the bloodied beasts rushed towards the scrawny man, salivating over another meal-to-be. The man sighs, and snaps shut his book.

Mariul: Woe is me... for I have to bear with the screeches of a whelp and now three flakes of dust.

He rose as his long coat fluttered in the raging winds. As raindrops flowed through his hat, a purple glint in his eye, the gaping mouths of the beasts in his view, he waved his hand.

Thunder struck.

Then came a second silence.