Smii7y+ House And The Rise Of Forgotten Blood

Chapter 15- The Second Eruption

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

John's moment of sorrow would be abruptly interrupted by another blood curdling scream, this one however, belonging to Smii7y. Danger had pounced.

"Oh No you don't. Not again. Not this time. Smii7y, I'm coming. Hang in there buddy."

John would get up and would dart towards the memorial once more, the origin of Smii7y's scream. Time was of the essence once again.

"Well. Well. Well. Looky what we have hear. Did you like my magnum opus I left you? And where is that other human friend of yours? Did he leave you? Did he run away petrified? Some friend he is. Even more cowardly than you."

"Don't you dare speak of him like that. He has more to offer than you even realise. He'll know I'm gone. And he will come kick your fucking ass."

"You don't get it do you milkbag. By the time that other human gets here, you'll already be dead. Just like your friend."

The dire danger had struck, smoke and flame had enveloped the room, of which was once a passage. Amongst the fire and ash Inferno stood, pinning Smii7y against the wall by his neck, grasped by Inferno's human hand. Smii7y desperately trying to escape its grip, dangling hopelessly, slowly choking to death.

"You know. I could kill you right now and no one would know. No blood would be spilt, a clean murder. But what's the fun in that. Are you ready to find out how your friend died?"

Inferno would drop Smii7y and would stomp brutally on his stomach where his scar was, winding him severly, reviving the extreme pain of the scar, the same pain Smii7y felt when it was first inflicted upon him.

Inferno would then pin Smii7y down with his knee, digging into his chest, a stabbing pain. A glisten of a knife would appear in the light, followed by two slices and milk, pouring from Smii7y's forehead and right cheek.

A draconic hand would raise and fall, clawmarks emerging on Smii7y's other cheek, milk spilling.

Fire, smoke and ash would rage, and from within, a draconic creature emerged, Inferno's draconic form.

Smii7y would feel the sudden harsh piercing of twisted teeth on his side, milk would run out like a river, as the teeth penertrated his side, and then a thump.

Smii7y, now weakend, would clutch the scar across his stomach, its pain had been reawakened. Milk was seaping from the wound, whilst it couldn't be seen, it could be felt, a once healed injury, active again.

Inferno would notice the wound Smii7y was clutching, and knew exactly what it was. As he looked at Smii7y, he'd reach to his back, weilding a blade, but not just any blade.

"Does this ring any bells milkbag? Despite his downfall, my father still managed to leave his permanent mark upon you, huh?"

"He was a monster. And you're the exact same."

"Oh so you noticed huh? You know, your friend said the exact same thing when he was in this situation. Not that it mattered, he was dead shortly after. And you will meet the same sticky end."

The blade Inferno weilded was The Entity's scythe, his father, the very blade responsible for Smii7y's scar across his stomach. The sight of it forced traumas of the past to re-emerge within Smii7y's mind, awakening all the pain, agony and suffering that came along with it.

Inferno would grab Smii7y in a torturous flame, the pain it inflicted upon him, was like his limbs being torn from his body. Creatures of flame and agony swam amongst the fire, like sharks they circled Smii7y. They'd repeatedly charge at him, snapping and biting his body, forcing milk to escape his veins at rapid pace.