as the shade of the sun dawns
over the forest
a groan sounds.
"aaargh!"
lifting his head and looking around. the forest seen but make no sound. only silence.
"where have i fallen?" ouch! "still hurts from falling so high"
though one thought lingers
"surprising, huh, i haven't been mincemeated for falling from the sky so high."
the boy, barely 15, hair as red as flames of crimson. for what reason would he fall from the sky? how did he fall from so high? where is this place? such a big forest, not even the sky could be seen
"where even is this place? a forest, amazon? i have got to find a way out of here lest i encounter some wild animals that i can't handle."
forgetting the fact of fall, as if an illusion, in a haze. the child advances to find a path forward, toward a way out.
"am i dreaming. this doesn't even feel real. i feel so light too"
"..."
" ..."
unknown to him of the prying eyes, that sees all but not so bright.
though fallen leaves fall on his shoulders, they make no sound, no hustle of fright.
as he advances forth, between all this trees. the scent of metal lingers barely. unknown to him.
for an unknown time passes. maybe an hour? reason it be, time passes without knowing, without stopping
...
...
...
following the red hue of the sun ahead of the forest.
finds a gap and open space
"there's light, not shading, unfiltered. means there's atleat an open ground."
finally emerging from the bushes, smiling, expecting what can be expected.
not knowing that thought would shatter to pieces the next moment.
red as crimson it is, light it is, crimson too.
but it is not hue of the sun.
it is the hue of a sea... of crimson...?
"... what"
the smile that tugged the face of this nameless child finally gives way to fear.
fear it is that can make a man... and ruin him
"what... happened here"
as his steps falter backward.
"what is going on here."
as he turns around instinctively, to walk back the way he came, disregarding any hope of walking among that sea.
in dread. whispering to himself.
"i dismissed this as a dream. but even i know something is wrong here. very, very wrong. i will never. i can never think of this as some kind of dream. that stench... it's real. too real. i saw it, those faces, and limbs, and... and-"
"no. first. who am i? what am i even doing here? that fall, how did i fell here? from where?"
"i will never find this if i don't find a way out."
terrified for the fact. remembering that sea, too big. there was no shore on the other side to be seen, nor left or right.
that sea was too dense. but also too big for what was inside.
"i must find a way out. for that, i must go straight back from the way i came."
intuition giving alarms nonstop. to go back or not to? would there be a way back even? what if the sea sorrounds this whole place? nit knowing why and how i thought that.
"if i just make it back. there must be a way, right? there has to be... ?..."
looking ahead, at the ground. there's a blob of blood and mass, still twitching and... writhing?
looking down, as the child did. to find a straight patch of blood going down his chest, his heart.
the same thing beating a moment ago. he felt no more.
"what?-
before even forming a proper sentence. something happened, as he notice this time.
too late. as time slowed down to a crawl. his arms fell forward, mid air, leaving trails of blood in their way, as he watched helplessly.
as the world flashed before his eyes, he found himself on the ground, watching the starry sky. finally realizing the beauty it held, but also the nostalgia he felt.
maybe because his legs too had torn apart, like his arms, that he found himself so fallen.
putting the pieces together, maybe because he failed to see the sky before, mistook the hue from the sea. there was no way the sun set remained whole for so long. he should have realized.
but no point dwelling over what should have been or should have not been.
waiting for the light to fade from his eyes, without realizing it.
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...
...
as the child waited for his death to arrive. a shadow fell over his face, looking down at him.
anything but human, as the light from above makes it hard to be seen. many horn adorn it's head, and it's eyes shine in red.
looking down, it flares it's nose, as if in thought, it wait for something more.
like a demon
Demon...
yeah, like a Demon.
as that thought settles in the boys mind, so a fragment of fog clears and shines.
remembering a past only he could find.
'now... i remember. this Demons in flesh where my curse. from the beginning till the end, i am destined to suffer from their hands'
"..."
as this Demon looks at the boy, unmoving, waiting for something, the same sound arrives
sishhh!
this time clearer, across the young ones face, three times.
a voice sounds from behind "this time he didn't even react. impressive" clap! clap! "with every wound he grows numb. i am afraid the way this is going, he will become immune to pain and torture. someone really did prophesize him to be our lord's rival-"
"no one can compare to the lord! let alone a human." suddenly the axe wielding giant interrupts the leen guy with a fools hat in his hand, in a black suit. looking human, although not the giant so.
"i will make sure the pain from my hands will keep him from growing numb."
clap! clap! the Joker claps for the Pig "i am certain that to be the case. after all, you are known as the Mighty Plasma Butcher for a reason."
the Giant looks back at the leen guy and flares wind out.
while the boy looking up, with dim eyes, already knows his fate. the fate that will always falls and keeps going until all eternity.
suddenly the Giant turns back and yanks his hand on the boy's face, into the ground. lifts him up and turns around to drag him toward the 'Crimson Sea'.
at the exact same time. two more eyes watch them.
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...
five minutes ago
some distance away
two people watch this show of Demons
albeit one.
the other on the ground, blurghing everything out.
the first one, a tall man with a black leather jacket, slim physique, a neutral expression, easily misunderstood as being impatient.
the other one, a young boy, barely fifteen, red hair, red eyes, in rags of clothes. the misunderstanding with this one? looks like a twink.
as one stands in a Box like structure, looking like it's made of glass, emitting strong square shaped particle from below and above, toward the sides.
"throw it all out. it's all right now."
the tall guy says.
cough! cough!
looking ahead at the scene happening, what thought is it that runs in this mind, what did this guy thought while looking at this drama?
looks down at the kid and eases bits of his expression, toward worry.
"you alright, kid?"
says the kid in a hurry "yes i am! i thought this thing will get dirty. thank god that is not the case!" on the floor inspection the weird box they were in.
"thank who now?"
"wa-wait thank you, God! i thought i would be stuck here forever, with all those chunguses. i can't thank you enough!"
"... i am not a God."
"wait...you aren't? but you did save me from those Demons right under their noses. they were quite powerful. they are."
"my name is K.k. you can call me just k."
"big bro."
a small smile appears on k's face
"as for them, if i were to confront them, i would likely loose. maybe i don't even get a chance to strike. i am no God, for a God is omnipotent, omniscient."
the boy on his knees, looks at his broken body, sadness in his eyes. then looks back at k "my name is Amonse."
"i know, amon."
the kid looks down, then a very small smile, one tinged with sadness, appears "so this time, i finally broke down. i couldn't even survive this anymore. i thought there would be a way, i could go back, and save everyone. save this world.
"maybe it was my luck that lead me here, and i thought i would do better. maybe i hoped this would be a second chance that life gave me.
"i lost the first time, and because of that, everyone suffered so much.
"and then i couldn't even remember anything, everything became a blur... until now.
"i was no hero. what did i even hope to achieve? thinking the world revolved around me"
slowly as he said all this, tears started falling, maybe the feeling of being numb had wore off all of a sudden after leaving this accursed world? in a way it felt relieving and warm.
K looked down at the kid, and slowly lowered his knee infront of the kid, and placed a hand on his head
"it wasn't your fault, for this world was doomed to begin with"
as the boy looks up slowly, tears shining in his eyes
"this world was never meant to be saved. even if you had, it would have died long ago
"this world never had a happy ending to begin with, nor in any scenario that would follow.
"and besides who said you are dead, huh?"
the boy slowly starts to realize something "i threw up?" and looks at the ground behind him, then back
but then looks at the body that had fallen at the distance, dwarfed by that Giant.
and then back, at k, who was smiling, knowing what this child was thinking.
"but my body is."
"well i might not be a God, but i have a few tricks up my sleeve, you now." k stands up and says as if complaining happily.
"how if i am not dead yet, how am i here then? is this some kind of partial spiritual state?"
"ahem, you are down grading my talent"
"wait your talent? so it IS your gift."
the kid still on his knees in the box, moves a bit to the wall toward the his body placed at the ground.
this time in amazement "how am i still alive and not feeling any connection to my body?"
k looks at the vibrant kid now and snaps his finger
the white glass like box makes a smooth sound and starts slowly ascending upward.
while the Giant Demon that had grabbed the Kid by his face turns around when suddenly a weird smell wafts his way.
turning around, he throws his Axe with his right hand, toward the place of the odore.
SHUNGGGGGGH! as it makes a rough sound, travelling at such fast speed, obliterating every tree in such vicinity.
just obliterating? no. the way said odore came from was gone whole. nit a single tree remained in it's path, as if vaprized clean. ground became a smooth landscape.
"my lord?"
"nothing. didn't like the scenery, so smoothed it out!" turns around and starts walking toward the "Crimson Sea" unaware what held within his left hand
while the blacksuit watched this, he too knew the reason for that outburst. from smiling, his expression turned serious.
he too felt it. and unaware to him, the eye from above also saw it. but for different reasons.
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this novel, although might not feel appealing by it's name, purposefully.
and going forward there will be inconsistencies for a while.
since time is of the essence, here and in real life. i hope i will be welcomed warmly.
i will also try to improve my writing style and pour my heart into it. because i too have to start from somewhere.
i welcome you all to my little show in the making.
and a fair warning: do not get yourself attached too deeply. although most authors don't say this. and also to keep this a second choice. that way i won't feel burdened.
and last but not least. i would love to know on what to improve in my style (unrelated to plot of the novel) and feedback would be so appreciated. i am new and what is a author without their readers. and feedback on the chapter itself if this was long or short chapter?
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