Sealed In Darkness

7. The Man Beast

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3085.

The gentle northern breeze flew past in full fright, rushing quickly between the swords of grass and torn up pieces of flesh. The calm serenity could make vague the distant field of deep redness, soiled in dripping blood and corpses. The wind yet again ran through it, drawing forth the handsome aroma of dried blood, peas, rusted shovels and splinted bones.

"I will ask you once again, where is he?" Lyone's golden eyes burned, his sharp long canines clenched tightly, and every breathing second forced his claws deeper into the farmer's beaten up skin with purple sores that painted on every inch of him.

To this man he lifted above dark earth where the bashing yellow sun sparkled over its cropping crimson-green vegetation, the earth paused and all he felt around him was calmness, amidst his flowing shudders.

The tears that once flowed down his skin, had dried up, leaving its trail on his cheeks and two lines of dust marking the pathway of the flow, which had now thickened.

Most of his fingers were twisted out of form. His knee joint had its bone broken, splintering through his skin, mounting atop his flesh like a pole of bloodied flags. Him being alive in this state, was accorded a miracle.

"Milen Geyr, where is he?" He commanded again.

The poor victim of this savage beast was crippled in a cocoon of fear, his lips shivered and his voice quaked and ached forth, but still within restraints of fright and agony, his words drowned in the sorrow his aforeseen demise cooked. All he could do was surrender, and allow this inhuman creature crush his throat or rip him to shreds like he did the rest of the farmers whose body part littered the field.

As it were, cracking and crippling every bone the poor farmer's neck had, always seemed a little unexciting to the man beast.

"Tsk!"
Another unsatisfying conquest, as he stood over the corpse of another unlucky human, looking over his limp flesh like filthy rags of valueless prestige.
"Worthless creatures."
He scoffed.

He looked into his left hand, and within its rigid grip was a gem, a gem to him, but a plain gray marble to an ordinary mundane. The Greek letters 'Alpha' was skilfully engraved on a side, and 'Omega' on the other. Technically the Ursz to a human is a junk with signs that cannot be understood.

He drew it up, pulling it closer to his mouth.

"Lyradel luthera"
A crack as though upon a mirror's surface, was cut up in front of him -in the air. And like a shattering glass did it wither up, creating a hole -a pathway-large enough for him to fit. He walked through, and emerged beside a lake loomed with thick bushes and large trees. It also had around it fine white stones and fairly large rocks that circled the lake.

What caught his eyes before anything else was an incredibly woven web hanging from the hinges of two rocks. He crotched down to watch a spider carefully caressing a fly in a thicker yarn of web.

The line of his eyes thinned while watching, then he spoke.
"A prey is a prey, and so is a predator." A smirk jetted across his face. "Kill or be killed, that's the law of the universe."
He preached, and squinted his hand at the banqueting spider, catching it within his palms. It wasn't long before it began its struggle behind the bars of his fleshy cage.
"The weak will always be weak."
He collapsed his fingers, and crushed the predating insect. His eyes were still deeply engraved upon his folded hand, completely fixated on his knuckles, but what they saw was demeanor to what his mind did.
"What stands between victory and total oblivion for me, is you, The lone walker..."
He finally lets loose his grip, but no remains of the poor little creature could be found, and somehow, that brought satisfaction to his twisted soul.