>>Father's mother is calling! << a child called out to his father. Clink looked at his child smiling. He shouted back to his child: >>I will come soon! << he saw his child smile and he ran to his house. Clink looked to the sky the sky was orange and would soon be dark. He carried his hoe on his back and as he was about to go to his home to have dinner, however, in the far, he saw a humanoid creature its body was made of black flames entirely wearing clothes that were expensive extremely expensive. Clink could tell that from the first glance, but the thing wasn't human too. He felt a sense of dread coming from that thing he kept his eyes looking at it when he blinked the being stood there in front of it. An overwhelming heat came from it and the hand of it touched Clink cheek. The mere touch burned the skin of Clink, and it moved the shoulders to indicate it tilted its head.
>>You are good for the start<< it said Clink did not understand it but he then heard screams the scream of his children and wife he turned back and saw his house and blood at the windows the fear he felt went away and he ran to his house he ran there the blood he did not know from who the blood was or why his family screamed but he had to go back home immediately. Anxiety was rising every second he ran to his home. When he got into his home, he felt a shiver running down his back and what he saw was not his family standing there but just their corpses.
Their heads had been ripped off or crushed into a bloody pulp their limbs all ripped off or the bone from their limp itself. Their guts spread around the rooms with blood covering every single wall. He then saw a thing that was there the thing was skinless, all its muscles were exposed, and constant blood came out of its muscles. A long upper body and legs that were twisted eyes that were not fully formed and a head that was larger than the body.
Two bat like wings then sprouted out of its back. Clink could hear how the muscle was being teared open bones cracking and forming a wing. It was overwhelming the anxiety, fear and...anger that he felt. He grabbed his hoe and attacked the thing but before his hoe could even reach the thing cut the hands of Clink the pain reached his mind and he fell on his knees screaming. The wings then broke to pieces like tendrils pierced through Clink chest was he about to die? Just like that. It was just to be another day.
Clink then busted in flames the flame started at his cheek where the thing had touched him. The beast was surprised by that and before it could react Clink was consumed by the flames that were entirely black and a scream is what he had let out the scream burst the ears from the beast making it scream from pain. That was, however, not where it stopped. Clink grabbed the beast's face and burned the beast slowly. The muscles were not burning to coal but melting instead. The beast tried to hit Clink but that only caused it to melt even faster the being screamed but the melting of its body hit what was where the vocal cords of it seemed like it, but it could still scream well the heat increased the entire house was in flames already burning down.
He then combusted into an explosion of flame the entire house itself was caught into a beam of fire that destroyed not only the building and went high to the sky through the clouds but the acre of land with it. All of it took only mere seconds and Clink stood there on the ground now he stood there not moving his face could be distinguished the entity that caused it all appeared as it then appeared it started to pour rain down it was raining heavily as the sudden increase of the temperature in the atmosphere from the beam of fire that Clink had created made a great difference in temperature. The rain was not putting down the flame of either the two, but the thing stretched its hand out to Clink.
The flames that he was made off were being absorbed back by the being leaving nothing behind as if was not even there to begin with. The being looked at the destruction that Clink had caused the sound of the flames of it flickering and the rain were the only thing that would been heard if anybody had been close enough. >>This should be enough to make it all go faster<< It then heard the steps of people they were miles and miles away, but it heard them all so clearly. He moved when he moved, he turned to a shape of smoke but the way he moved was not what would be described as moving, it was more like manifesting. Ignoring the laws of motion and physics all together. The next moment where the thing was it was beside Jack corpse. It looked at Jack corpse his corpse had already lost all its internal organs as they already decayed being bolded and blood running out of his holes.
>>Oh Jack look at you without me you immediately committed suicide<< Jack corpse started to float towards it and it grabbed Jack arms and started to dance with Jack corpse and continuing with its speech: >>Without me you died a miserably death, in this cold and heartless world you need me but look at you dead<< slight chuckles came out as it danced with Jack corpse.
>>However even when you try to escape reality you still did not manage to actually to die<< It then dropped Jack corpse to the ground and the scenario changed it was in a dark place similar to a void where no light would be in. It could however see clearly through it all and was right beside Jack. It looked at Jack who was mindlessly eating what was he eating?
>>My, my look at you<< if the thing had a smile, it would be smiling right now as it saw what Jack was doing. The thing he was eating was a corpse but there were countless corpses in the billions to trillions possible even more, but it did not bother to count them all it would be a waste of energy to know the exact number of corpses there the amount of lives that Jack had taken. Jack ate the corpses diligently, not stopping it saw the expression of Jack utterly hopeless not caring not even a sign of sadness as he ate the corpses. It also saw how the countless spirits of the people were hanging upon Jack and every time he ate one, one would disappear and be absorbed by Jack.
>>My look at this these spirits are draining you from every single emotion that you have making you like a doll with you absorbing them not doing anything better<< it let out a sight with its non-existing mouth and air that was not even here. The entire place was not actually part of the physical world, but a mental place of Jack mind was with the spirits having clung to his very soul to not let go and Jack consuming their spiritual body nothing more to make them part of him. He was seeing their memories, their pain, their every single emotion, sense, memory all of it Jack was seeing them all.
He ate and ate the corpses, not stopping, not even hearing its voice Jack was just like a robot doing something it was programmed to do. Jack got pulled and it covered jack eyes and ears at the same time. The flames covered them and it spoke: >>Now, now Jack you will stay here for a long time but do not worry the day you are let out of this place what you will see is the far future you are then in and you will see that it is great as you will gain many things, things that you will wish to fight for and all thanks to me I commit the small evils to the greater evil comes and can be defeated and you can then be a hero, show everyone that you can actually save someone and disprove the gods that you will not follow your destiny<<
It was then back outside it was still raining. The being looked to the sky it seemed like at least that what it was looking at was at the sky.
>The fate got twisted, the future got changed everything is going as it should go and it will go as far as it is needed to full fill the goal of this play<
Leaves were dying and the ground becoming unfertile. Something was spreading from the being itself; it was evil, extremely evil and it was spreading across the living things. It grabbed a single rose from the ground and the rose started to mutate to something grotesque. It threw it on top of Jack this mutated rose grew in an unnatural way covering Jack in vines with thorns and countless roses blowing from them. In mere seconds Jack was hidden from the world as he was covered in the vines of roses.
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Man of Misfortune
FantasyA story about a man whose desire of living had long died with death following where ever he goes. No matter what the man did death was after him with the forces of above watching over the man. (This is a more of my bad stories that I had made but th...
