The New World; The Re-Estize Kingdom; Slums; Eight Fingers Brothel; Hidden Room
The room was filled with the scent of decay and blood, all coming from a corpse on the floor.
A corpse beaten up, and smashed into pieces.
The blood spatters covered the bed, the floor, and the walls.
This scene was straight out of a horror movie, needing only a terrifying monster to complete the image.
But, of course, this room is important for a reason.
The room trembled.
On the wall opposite the door, a rip appeared.
A rip through time, space, dimensions, and the laws that this particular world relied upon.
A hand reached through the gate, and slammed against the wall, the long claws anchoring the being into the world.
Another clawed hand reached through the gate, and grabbed the opposite wall.
The figure, a woman, pulled herself through the rift in time and space.
The woman was tall, about 6 foot 11. She wore a long red trench coat, over a set of silver armor.
The armor, covered in blood, was etched with images of maggots.
The woman had long red hair, matted with gore, that covered her face.
She wore a tortured visage that seemed as if acid had been dripped unevenly across her face.
Her eyes and mouth, however, held the real horror.
They constantly gushed blood.
This, however, did not limit her sight at all.
She grinned at the sight of the corpse.
"Ah." She spat. "I hee 'hat I'gh ig he igt plash. I wonder kare my Shielder ish." (Translation: I see that I'm in the right place. I wonder where my Wielder is.)
"But shirst... a sheal." (Translation: But first... A meal.)
She walked over to the corpse, and began to eat.
Edited On 5/11/2018. Thanks to Teawhy Ottscay for his suggestion on her face.