Vesryn Pulse: Wrath of Xenon

CHAPTER 113: MY GRAVE

CHAPTER 113: MY GRAVE

MICHAEL ELDRITCH

2 DAYS AGO

The last five days with the devil is a fate worse than hell for me.

That Xenon Wingate… He’s the devil incarnate. He laughs at my painful screams. He tortures me for his own entertainment and pleasure. During the last five days, he would force me into his grim hide-and-seek play where he assumes of being an “it” every time. I am able to hide away from him for only a couple of hours, but he will still find me. I have no other choice but to run. Every time he catches up to me, he would crush my toes or my feet with his hammer as a penalty. Every time I lose to this painful game, my odds of escaping from him falls down.

He forced me to eat my mutilated body parts as the only source of food. Xenon reserved all the military rations for himself and himself only as he never shared any of those with me. When I ran out of my own flesh to feed, I started starving. One time I tried to steal a normal food from the stockroom, Xenon punished me by punching my stomach over and over again until I puked the food I ate.

Being hungry for days is not the worst of it. I’ve never slept for the past five nights. Xenon would lock me up on the fridge as my resting place during my stay with him. I spent my nights freezing like ice, and even if I was thawed out, I would still shiver like an epileptic. My only way of good sleep is whenever I pass out while Xenon is making a punching bag out of me for no reason at all.

I tried to fight back once. I stole a gun in the stockroom and used it to assault Xenon, and that was the worse thing I have done during the five days. He used his Elform to make an invisible barrier to make him invincible. Fighting him made him infuriated, and as a punishment, he hanged me upside down with my feet impaled on the ceiling.

It would be best if I could kill myself so that I could escape this predicament. But Xenon wouldn’t let me. All the windows are sealed, which means I cannot jump out of the airship. One time I snuck out a scissor to cut my wrist, I was found out by the devil. The devil then used the scissors to cut the right part of my scalp and even my right ear. He then forced me to eat my own golden blonde hair and fried ear as a vague punishment.

Nobody rescued me during those five days in hell. I failed to send Danielle Keine my current location. All I managed to relay the information about this airship landing on the remains of Vanilla City. My moment of salvation may only be after five days of suffering.

I know my sins, and I fully repent. Every night that I spend on the freezer, I prayed to the heavens to have my life taken away. I regret killing all the people I have killed, and I also regret torturing the people I have tortured. I may have a god complex, but I only wished for the safety of the world. But I guess this is too late.

“Rejoice, my friend. We have arrived a little bit earlier than scheduled.” Xenon has this menacing smile on his face. “Today is the day where you will be free of suffering. Today is the day you die.”

Xenon fetched me from the refrigerator, still shivering from the cold. To make it all worse, he stripped me out of all clothes, and my naked rotting skin can now be feasted by his eyes. I was hugging my own body, shaking with the aftertaste of the cold, as I followed him until the hatch of the airship opened.

For the first time in five days, I finally saw the skies. It’s still dawn and the sun is still rising. We are now at the central part of the remains of the Vanilla City, which is now a huge crater which is filled with thin snow. The early morning winds blew to my skin but it never gets any colder.

“Feels nostalgic, isn’t it?” Xenon smiled innocently.

“A...Awgh…” I muttered. I can’t utter an audible word for my tongue and teeth have been removed from my mouth.