I could hear it.
The sound of flesh being torn apart, muscles being pulled forcefully, blood dripping precariously from fresh wounds.
The sound felt so close as if someone was tearing somebody right beside me.
It felt so close...
As if.
The sound was coming from my own body.
-----Well of course, because you're being eaten right now.-----
"Ngh! Ha... Ha... Ha..."
I woke up with a jolt.
I knew it was a dream but the pain felt so real.
Even now, my body was hurting as if I was being torn apart but no wound could be seen on me.
I touched my face and to my surprise, I had been crying in my sleep.
The wet trails of my tears were still fresh and once again, my tear gland broke and I found myself sobbing alone in my bed.
My heart was beating so fast. I was scared.
It felt so real even though it was only a dream but the pain, the memories, the sound, everything felt so real.
I covered my face with my right hand and chanted in my heart.
I'm alright. I'm alright. I'm alright.
I'm still alright.
I'm not broken yet.
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"Young master, did you have that dream again?" Velke called out to me.
I was still burying my face on my pillow, not ready to face the day yet but Velke must've noticed that I was already awake and came to check on me.
"I'm sorry I woke you up. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Instead of leaving, Velke came up to me and patted my back gently.
"Young master, it's alright. I am here now. Everything will be alright."
The steady rhythm of Velke's hand calmed my heart and eventually, I was lulled back to sleep again.
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Please set me free from this nightmare.
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The first time it happened, my body felt feverish and the pain spread through my body like a spider's web.
*crunch*
Losing himself in madness, the werewolf pierced my skin with his fang.
*munch munch*
He pinned my body down, bit my neck and tore my flesh apart.
"LEXUS!! LEXUS!!"
I screamed for his name but all I could see in his eyes was nothing but deep hatred for the human.
His heart was already sinking into the pool of madness, my voice couldn't reach him anymore.
Tears flowed like a river from his eyes, mourning for the loss of his beloved brother.
He pistoned his hips, thrusting his genitalia into my virgin hole.
My skin got torn from his rough movement, blood and precum mixing in, and the colour became grossly pink as if mocking my weakness.
YOU ARE READING
The Devil's Origin
FantasyWhen I woke up, I became the Demon King!? It's my responsibility as the Demon King to increase the monster population, and the only way to do that is to mate with as many monsters as I can... This is the beginning of my life as a monster-making Demo...
