|Apocalypse


He stood there, floated above the wasteland he had ravaged. The rumbles that at one time had life roaming on the planet are now buried and destroyed by a spirit who once called himself a skilled duelist. The said spirit gazed down at the blood-soaked stream flow in the cracks, the wounded scars into the earth.

With his golden eyes, he could see a familiar limp body under one of the rocks next to the creek.

The boy's sport jacket had been torn off, shredded along the edges of the cloth. The rings pulled out from their places at the front, the strings unattached from the hood. The bright green 'D' on the purple T-shirt was blanched out. It was nearly just an old washed out plain purple shirt.

The bleached grey-white pants was frayed along by the orange-colored crescent moon-shapes on his pants' leggings. His head was rolled to the side, exposing more of his neck, and his ear violently ripped off leaving a trail of dried blood.

Astral kept his piercing gaze on the fallen teen as he gradually drifted over to the rumbles. He lifted the rock off the human. He placed his hand on the back of the boy's shirt, pulling him off the ground and ripping the shirt in the process since it was so frayed and worn out.

He let the corpse drop and tossed away the clothing. The spirit hovered lower above the boy, he placed his hand on his stomach, his nails digging into his skin.

He dug his fingers deeper, fresh blood sputtering out. He pushed his hand into the flesh, clawing out the organs. Dark red blood hugged tightly to Astral like another skin layer. The hand plunged its way back into the boy, going deeper. The fingers cutting through the flesh, splitting the organs. Astral violently twisted his arm and pulled out as he made the hole wider. He inspected the meat before slamming it to the ground next to Yuma.

"Where is it..," he snarled and he gripped Yuma's shoulders with his bloodied hands.

"Where is the damn Key?" He jolted the boy up into the air angrily, he shook his corpse violently desperate for an answer. The flesh tottering out from the movements, red fluid blotched onto his pants. The head hung, lifeless, towards the cluttered ground of his flesh and blood mixed with the dirt.

Astral clasped his hand to Yuma's throat, tipping his head back and his nails ripping the skin apart. Puncturing the blood vessel with his fingers, tearing the muscles out. The dried black blood clumped off the flesh to the earth.

He growled under his breath and tossed the body back to the ground.


I'll explain on the story behind this so it doesn't seem "out of nowhere". I have a theory that Astral was/is evil and his mission was to destroy the planet he was supposed to destroy. Thus killing everyone in the process, also losing the Lord's Key which is unknown what Yuma had done with it.

That's all. Hope it didn't gross you out too much.