Chapter 2: "A lot of flies keep buzzing and I hated it"
As the scenery quickly changed, what transpired in his horizon. was fumes of wreckage, screams and buzzing flap of wings. It was unlike the eerie silence of the Moon's uproar minutes ago. He was supposed to destroy, and he learned to care, Against deceit he chose to be mad, for those he wasn't able to protect. Is it inevitable? But a death must be meaningful as it is to live.
It was humiliating, he was kneeling on all four when he was caught. He was battered, his clothes are terribly tattered. He had bled a dozen times, but he never got tired until that time he suddenly lose consciousness from touching the Chains as he arrogantly exclaimed to put an end to a shit show. It was just as grave when his sought surgery to be a human had been done; to lose his inhumane heart. The Lance of Life and Death wasn't in his grasp anymore, it was 5 minutes ago. Variety of winged abominations and their appendages, whatever these lumps of shit are supposed to be, there's dozen of them flying and they had yet to notice him. What had turned into ruins, the debris of the foreign place exudes wasted pride.
"Please Help me!", it wasn't a pleasant tone, as he got up he clenched his fist, his intents are in disarray. He feels delight and remorse that someone is pleading help, he knows too well that a mere shockwave of his unhinged outburst would kill bystanders depending on the structures, even if they claim to be tough, they aren't tougher than himself or that pushover of promise, unless they regenerate crazy fast. He is anxious, his mask is broken and from a glance at shards of glass nearby. He cannot worry anymore how hideous his face have become, he can no longer keep his facade of being a human, but he still yearns a place to call home, just as he used to play with the younger sickly kids admiring his strength at the damned shelter. He is also aware, that a lot of flies keep buzzing and he hated it..
In an instant he appeared besides the stranger who pleaded help. "W-who--"
This time he controlled his strength to hurl the man towards a bug, it delightfully welcomed a meal but, before the stranger can reach its mandibles, something else crashed on it. A broad cleaver made from debris of steel nearby chopping the head of the damned bug. As it dulls he heated it from the twisted handle to precisely cleave and javelin other bugs with precision. As it fully melted he wrangle a large limb to hurl at another bug, his fists engulfed as it pierced through carcasses. He grinned menacingly seemingly absorbing the heat as he puff steam off his mouth. He ripped apart through carcasses exposing a burnt insect flesh as he maw and chewed it without throwing up. "It tastes like shit"
Another serpentine-like bug suddenly appeared with its mandibles to his head, to which he ignores, just as its maw were about to close tightly, his neck didn't cave in. ("I've surely gotten a lot careless when I really need to be careful"), "But I haven't ate enough!", Kalpas breathed out intense flames, as the huge scythed limbed centipede supposedly devouring his head, and trying to pierce through his body, bloated and exploded. Many other variety of bugs persisted and lunged at him with intensifying glow, but died down, either way. The stranger who pleaded for help prior pissed their pants, throw up and tripped down as tears run down by the cheek, the helm cannot be unequip, not yet. It had insulate the continuous noises of crashing, explosion, ripping apart, and pounding carcasses beats anew among the screeches of horror of the gigantic bugs, still it was nauseous with the intensifying heat.
The essence was absorbed by the madman leaving carcasses to which he teared and chewed further. Horns and scythed limbs are ripped apart to be used as weapons against another big bugs to cushion his humane limbs. Fortunately as the madman brew havoc against these abominations, slowly but surely, he was luring them out as if to taunt these fearless pests. Far enough, soon a day lit up the swarm covered horizon as echoes of explosions and screeches turned into cries, until the deceitful pests learned to fear.
The traumatized Pleb was shivering intensely. what was witnessed only took 20 minutes but it felt like 2 years of lifespan was scraped away, if he can still survive right now. Just as the Pleb braced to find another safe place around the pile of big bug carcasses, the Madman appeared before the Pleb again. "You can't pass out now, do you understand?", as intense heat died down, Kalpas' crimson form, although still scarred, shifted to looked humane as his wounds closed forming scars another scar.
From devouring the damned bugs, Kalpas was grateful to obtain vitality, and instinctively learned to speak another language, his hunger satiated his mind, he was elated, to have something else to blame, he was mad to begin with. "Where is this place? I cannot guarantee you to live long from the crossfire, but I'm sure those bugs are not yet gone, we have to find survivors.", he asked sternly.
*muffled* stuttering voice tried to replied, "Just take the helm off now, and throw up.", To which the pleb obeyed.
"T-thank y-you", the glint in Kalpas eyes expressed sorrow, ("I will need a mask..."), without the helm, revealed a hopeless veteran. "M-my n-name i-is, G-gen-ner-ral Fir'Zed, S-sir!", Kalpas without a mask but scars, was about to reply his name, it was a name he hopelessly boasted, the area they are currently were are desolated with carcasses, craters, melted and bent steels. Somehow he recalled that Liar's voice mentioning a name from among the counsels, he disdain it, yet were also grateful to hear her pretentious voice.
*chuckles* "Just call me Samuel, Fir'Zed. Do you know where we are?", Kalpas replied and asked sternly,
"H-heheh-heheheh, a-ahem, I-it w-would be difficult to identify the landmarks, S-sir Samuel, but we are supposed to be at the 72nd Fleet of Glamoth, from the Welkin Empire, as for the other people here... We fought but the Swarm..." glancing at the dead carcasses a glint of rage is spot on, "I feel ashamed to cling for h-help w-when I could have died valiantly with them..., but then, I must atone", Fir'Zed hoped.
"Yeah, we have to atone, and a humungous pest to rid off."
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