Chapter 1: Eat
4 years after the defeat of Yhwach
He woke up. The first thought that crossed his mind was disorientation. He didn`t know where he was. The only he could see, was a seemingly endless desert, with a blue, clouded sky and a few occasional trees that where already half dead. But nothing else. No living creature, no buildings around. Nothing was there in this infinite mass of sand. Nothing, except him.
He didn`t know who he was. There where no memories that he was able to recall prior to when he opened his eyes. Nothing. Everything was empty, slated clean. He couldn`t even remember his name.
He only vaguely knew what he was. A monster. An abomination. Maybe both. There was no need to look at himself, he could tell, he was feeling it. His body was weirdly shaped, his arms slender as were his legs and his upper body. His hands differed from each other. His left was fairly normal, save for the fact that it was covered in hardened scales up to his ellbow. His right hand however was far from ordinary. It was also covered in scales, although not as thick as his left arm. His fingers were longer than the ones on his left, and ended in long, sharp claws. And then there was something completely off, something literally on his face. A mask. It was stuck to his face, moved when he moved his mouth and gave him a grotesk look. And save for his claws and scales, which where of a red tone, and his mask, which was purely white, his entire body was black.
And then there was the strange sensation of something missing in his chest. He checked and realized that there was indeed something amiss, because there was a hole in his chest. However, he did not feel pain. He did feel something, but not pain. No, he felt hunger. An inextinguishable, evergrowing feeling that was already nagging at the back of his head.
Eat.
It was like a driving force inside him, which made out his core existence.
Eat.
It was like a voice inside his head, a voice that was getting louder and more dominant by the second until he could no longer think straight and just follow that one instinct.
EAT.
He gave in. He took a step. And another one. And another one. He didn`t know in which direction he should go, but he somehow knew that it didn`t matter. His instinct told him, that there was food in every direction, that eventually, he would find it and devour it, in the hopes that it would silence the voice in his head for at least a bit.
After what seemed to him like an eternity, he finally reached something. Something alive, he could sense it. He ran, like his life depended on it.
When he reached his destination, he stopped for a moment. What he saw, wasn`t like him. It was smaller, looked more vulnerable and was not running like him. It was cowering in fear on the sand and was crying. As soon as it noticed him, it looked around, terrified, and eventually, locked eyes with him. And before it could say anything, he had already taken action.
He had practically fallen on his victim and started devouring it. He sunk his teeth into it`s body, ripped it apart, drank it`s blood and left nothing, not even the bones.
And for a few moments, the back of his head became quiet.
Only to begin to talk again, slowly, almost not noticeable, but already growing in volume and dominance again. This time he didn`t even wait for it to become unbearably loud.
He already knew what he had to do.
Author`s notes:
I know, i know, pretty short but this is only the beginning. The chapters will get longer.
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