もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8)

ろくじゅうよん | sixty four

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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Trigger Warning: This chapter contains intense and distressing scenes involving physical and emotional abuse, non-consensual acts, and manipulation. Reader discretion is advised.

[TRUTH OF THE PAST]
THE ONE WHO BECAME A MONSTER
PART 5

[A lengthy chapter ahead]

Kiyomi

My mind struggled to keep up, to make sense of the horror he was so casually describing. A Kaiju... inside me? Bringing me back to life? The words didn't make sense—they couldn't make sense. But the look in Kazuya's eyes, the cruel, twisted delight on his face told me it was true. And that truth hit me like a freight train, knocking the breath from my lungs, leaving me reeling.

"What...?" I whispered, the word barely audible, my voice trembling with disbelief and terror. "What did you just say...?"

"A Kaiju inside your body, darling..." Kazuya's voice slithered through the room, each word like a drop of poison seeping into my mind. His eyes gleamed with a sick delight, as if he were savoring every moment of my confusion and horror. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear as he repeated himself, his tone dripping with twisted pride. "Yes, you heard me right. My father managed to put a Kaiju inside your body. Isn't it amazing?"

His laughter rang out, sharp and manic, echoing off the sterile walls of the room. I could feel the sound burrowing into my skull, each laugh a dagger that twisted deeper into my already shattered psyche.
My breath caught in my throat, the air around me thick with dread as I tried to comprehend the monstrous reality he was describing.

"You see," he began, pacing around my bed as if he were delivering a lecture, "it was such a risky experiment! But my father, brilliant as he is, managed to pull it off." He paused, looking at me with a mixture of admiration and something far darker. "It was no easy task, I assure you.
You were... well, quite dead when we found you. Heart stopped, body broken, cold as a corpse should be. But my father, oh, he's not one to let something as trivial as death stand in his way."

My body trembled, weak and helpless, as I lay there, unable to do anything but listen to his deranged ramblings. Every word he spoke was a new nightmare, a deeper descent into the hell that had become my reality.

"The process," he continued, his voice taking on a disturbingly clinical tone, "was fascinating...The Kaiju's power isn't just in its strength or size. Deep within its core, there's something... unique. We call it the Essence Core. It's not a tangible thing like bones or muscles, but something far more potent.
The Essence Core is the source of a Kaiju's regenerative abilities, its raw, unyielding vitality. Even when the beast is torn apart, this Essence Core continues to pulse with life, mending and renewing."

Kazuya's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, as if revealing some grand secret. "When you were crushed beneath the rubble, your body shattered, your heart stopped. But the Essence Core.... it fused with you. It seeped into your cells, knitting your broken bones, restarting your heart, pulling you back from the abyss. Isn't that fascinating?"