An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Epilogue arc 2 part 2

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In the deep darkness of the far beyond....where reason and time and were a wayward memory of times long past, a window to a certain world had been opened. Energy fluctuated through the gash like blood would through a wound, yet instead of spilling all over the soil, it floated and swirled in all directions.

Like a whirling, its movements were almost hypnotic to the unprepared eye, the energy pulsating with a life of its own, throbbing and breathing through air, rock and stone. Its sheer essence shedding a never ending stream of light into the dark recess of the area around them..

Revealing the flesh-like mucus that covered the floor they stood, the bones and teeth that made out for the walls and the myriad of unblinking eyes that were fused and carved into the very structure, ignoring that it was very much alive...

It was a place, far away from any sense of cognition, where mortals had not dared tread for eons and the dust of their bones had long been blown away by the tremors and gushes of putrid, sulfuric air teaming in the air.

But the birth of the tear had granted more than just those pure strays of light and lighting to coarse through the vortex and into the grim and horrific surroundings, for it also had revealed a lone figure which stood still in front of it, crouching, yet, claws dug deeply into the flesh like rock underneath it.

Its form grotesque and monstrous, yet with a tinge of a human like shape if one were to ignore most of the protrusions of bone and steel coming out from his body as if they had been fused together to the point that one did not know where the addition started and where the body ended..

Covered in an overlapping amount of black scales and spikes..., his face devoid of any mouth was fully covered by a massive eye that remained unblinking as it stared deeply into the vortex, the humming of dirt and blood gushing could be heard if only took into consideration the large tail coming out from his back, ending in a spiked maze rested uneasy on the ground.

Two of his arms had latched onto the ground, claws larger than blades clawing and digging into it as if a massive storm was about to pull him out from the ground. His other two remaining, ending in two crab like pincers were underneath his jaw..smoothly moving back and forth as they opened and closed.

Almost as if the bloody things were trying to mimic the movement of an actual hand caressing his body as he was in deep thought. And there was much to think as he continued to stare into the light show like he had done for so long...unresponsive and uncaring. Like a statue carved from the ground instead of a living, breathing creature..

Yet the truth could not have been any more different.

For something had changed.

He could feel it

He could sense it..

He could see it...

The distortion of the wound was something that was expected from having it stay in place for such a long spam of time...

The ripples it created as the little thin barrier that separated the material world from this distorted reality of thoughts and emotions given form and power was ever decreasing and ever growing was known to him.

Even in most safe situations, there was bout for things to start leaking and taking shape in both realms...

But this was different.

The wound had bulged and expanded like a bubble which had been inflated with more air than it could contain, the entire room screeching with the voice of a thousand unborn monsters as they shrieked for their chance to be let out from the dark comp-fines of this reality into the world, softer and easier prey that laid beyond the rift..