AU: In this version I'm going to mix things up a bit, not going to let Terran be working alone in this one. I found it hard to do in the previous story which might be why it didn't do so well. Enjoy.
WARNING: This chapter is VERY violent and contains A LOT of death. You have been warned!
He sat patiently on the cushioned throne, waiting the return of his minions. He heaved a breath as he was becoming bored; it should not take this long to surround a small town. He tapped his decaying fingers on the arm of his throne being rewarded with an irritating clacking noise that echoed through the wall of Nibelhm Mountain, which his was where his "palace" was located, hidden in the inner face of the mountain. The air was thin and frill. He only imitated the action of breathing; he didn't really need too. He merely did so to amuse himself, to "pretend" he was still alive.
"Sire…" a cracking voice beckoned his attention. He turned his head curiously to the direction of the voice, "They have taken the town…" the minion said simply and stood there with his back hunched over, his skinless body shown through his thin brown robes. The undead's arms hung carelessly in front of him, swinging ever so slightly. These were his minions; they were the undead. Lifeless creatures that were easily resurrected at local graveyards, minions who had lost there will over years and years of decaying in the cold earth. They never questioned, they only obeyed.
He scowled, "What the hell took you so long! You have been gone for three hours! THREE HOURS!" he roared and the cave shook, knocking some dirt loose from the ceilings. Damn these undead, while they were so easy to control, they always took there damn time! It was there lack of feeling, they did not feel fear, or depression, or terror, and they were so empty that nothing fazed them. You could teach these vile creatures nothing at all!
"The caves are long sire... We moved as you ordered." It said even-toned, its voice unfaltering, the only sound was a gruff unsettling sound that sent chill up the spines of the living.
"I need that reactor, fool!" he waved he hand and a trail of black followed it and the living corpse fell to the ground and the bones of it shattered and fell loose from each other. Terran growled in his annoyance, he hated these creatures being his only resource. That would soon change, however, soon he would no longer need them, they would be obsolete. He grinned at the thought of being rid of them.
He focused and sent the message: Take the town. All of the undead obeyed without question or comment, they moved lifelessly and silently through the shadows of the nigh, but when coming to the home of a living person, breaking the doors down recklessly and devouring all who were inside. Women, children, men, infants, even animals were all just a nuisances to them. They did not distinguish, did not care, they only fed.
The screams of the town's folk echoed unstopping the night, music in his ears, calming his restless soul. Terran was a monster by nature; he had no care for the living and would never show remorse, only pleasure. He enjoyed the taking of inisant lives. He envied the living, and hated all of those who were still among it.
They tore away the fragile flesh with ease, clawing and scooping up skin and muscle into there mouths. They were undead, but still required things to keep the spell which kept them mobile at work. The spell would not last forever with out help. The ghoul spotted a human child, a little girl, and ran after her. The child ran screaming with a stuffed bear in her arms. The beast made a leap and pounced on her.
She kicked and swung her arms wildly, trying desperately to fight the hell spawn away. It was no use. Her screams barely sounded human, her blood filling her lungs until there were no lungs left and there was barely a corpse left. Only shattered bones covered in blood remained, torn clothes with stained fabrics. And next to it all was an inoccent bear who went unnoticed.
Focusing his energies, he teleported to the middle of the all. Flames lit the sky and smoke stained the air. Yes, these would do nicely. He raised his palm in the air and a ring of energy spread through the air. The bones of the dead began to vibrate and lash violently. They came quickly together and began to move, still coated in blood. The bones of the little girl looked down at the bear and began to tare at it violently and relentlessly, stuffing flying into the air as the ghoul let out a vicious cry. It looked around for something else to devour, anything that could be consumed. It saw a dog, crouching in fear under a porch or a burning home. It lunged at the canine. The dog yelped and attempted to flee but was caught in the power grasp as a large portion of its flesh was ripped away effortlessly.
The dog lay limp as itwas consumed...
Terran made his way up the path to the Nibelhm Reactor, striking down monsters with ease, not needing to revive the fallen corpses because he soon would not need them. Soon, he would have his prize. The professors had called them failures, failed J.E.N.O.V.A. fusion attempts. He called them masterpieces, a work of art, and with the proper motivation; loyal servants.
The time of the living was quickly coming to an end, soon this world would be consumed from the inside out, nothing would stand in his way, and nothing would stop him from taking his revenge on those who had placed this dreaded curse upon him. The time was now, this was his opportunity to make this planet suffer uncontrollably.
He was tired of being among the mortal, he would be a god soon, and gods do not dwell with the inferior.