Jôm walked across the never-ending red grass field, 1 and 2, he put one foot after the other.

Even if his feet are starting to hurt, keeps on walking, even though his foot is almost stuck each time he puts it down in the sticky mess.

The adventurer had been separated from his companions, lost in this hellscape.

He just gotta keep walking

The red sun is high, scalding Jôm despite the dense brown clouds in the dirty orange sky.

Jôm keeps on walking, he doesn't seem to notice the pain of his boiled skin anymore.

He has yet to fall

A bizarre creature was looking, a crazed sorcerer born of this meat reality. Its mandibles shift with impatient thoughts, they click and crack together waiting for so long...

Jôm continued to walk...

Still grass, this place is truly starting to affect him by now.

He will die here

"When will he fall ?" asked the grass to the sun.

"Soon," said the sun as it bit into the skin of the man. Crack; CrOck; CrUNck

There is no sound except for the fetid wind blowing, and his knees that crack each time he walks a step.

Pssshht

A random pocket of gas opened near him, and the man faltered.

The smell is enough A.T.R.O.C.I.O.U.S like that already.

He sometimes hears a noise coming from behind and paranoidly turns around on himself, sometimes almost falling, almost.

He walked carefully... But it had been days. His legs burned, even with his enhanced stamina he had very little gas left.

The terrain kept on shifting beneath his feet, it was getting harder and harder to walk

The robed insect hoped to the crown of the great bloody Roach he falls into the blight face first. He looked with bloodshot compound eyes, never blinking for a second, any moment now.

C'mon

Jôm finally slipped and fell into the gulping grass

oh horror

The man had fallen

"YES, face first you imbecile Fucking fuck! YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!!

Screamed a single-color

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Yellow

As a single head of a thousand, ten thousand more joined in a continuous jeer. The countless heads resting on the gilded throne laughed with their master.

A single body made of a single countless legion

How purely sadistic, it was

The man was getting more and more stuck in the fleshy soil as if the rotten grounds wanted to swallow him, slowly

How funny that he...he, he, he can't vomit anymore, even though his body wants to, ensnared in the molasses of life.

...

The clear silence of the plain, broken

That's the thing concerning this place, now that he fell he's fucked.

Already the flies can be heard now, like predatory sharks, in his desperation he started screaming. His fear radiated from him like a candle in the dark, A pretty candle of blistered flesh.

Jôm heard it too, doubling his efforts in trying to escape.

The buzzing gets louder

And here it comes

Far larger than him, a red-winged monstrosity.

The body of a Man-fly of carrion is composed of a human-like head with between 1 and eight compound-like eyes; their thorax likewise to the head is most similar to a rib cage extending longer than a man with its 16 pairs of ribs.

It grabbed Jôm by the head, palming it in its entirety.

Upon that thorax are mounted 4 spindly arms with six needle-like fingers, each capable of supernatural strength.

For the lower body, the man-like thorax morphs into more insect sections. The abdomen is long and bulbous, segmented into 6 different parts.

It comports notably, a set of six legs on each side and a stinger at the end of the bulbous tail.

Its mouth open, a bulging proboscis approach, filling with acidic slobber.

The wings are still the most impressive part, with 4 wide pairs of bloody red appendages. They are capable of high-speed oscillation and have a wide range of movement, they also stay very durable permitting the flies brutal acceleration and almost unpredictable movements.

Ah, I think he got carried away, te~hehe.

- observant head

But more important, flesh breaks down and he is getting eaten, barely screaming anymore.

Hard to do I guess, when you get digested alive. Soon here will only be less than a carcass, and a new horror maybe.

Boring and quick was the cycle of life~

...

Oh ?

...

OH !

Now THAT is interesting, we rarely see that kind of sensation.

Suddenly the Man-fly circled Jôm barely conscious body,

Fecundation happens sometimes during early adulthood for Man-flies. It will place an egg in the chest cavity of a, partially digested, still-living prey then bury it in the flesh prairie, just enough so that the larva can emerge when the time is right.

A truly rare event to witness in the surface wasteland. And a hell with hell for most living beings with receptors.

What a sick way to die, some heads looked away

But... It could also be an interesting experiment, the sorcerer rubs his hard chitin shell with enthusiasm at the thought.

The being tore one of its scales of chitin, and a few heads screamed in terror

"Gah!" It said with annoyance, a white golden beetle grew and flew, and with a flick from one talon the robed creature threw the piece of him across.

.....

The sun is in the sky still, and the days are long in this place, compared to more inferior planes at least.

By the time the sun was down, Jôm body had begun to be melded to the ground, becoming one of numerous landmarks in this place.

The egg protruded from his stomach cavity, each hole poked in his body stunk from the dark horrors.

All hope was lost

"It was by that point, that shit was going to get real, because "I" decided to intervene." said a robed insect, the piece had grown arrogant as it breathed in individuality.

Away from the true control of the yellow.

"Ego" the master blood sorcerer, has decided to save this poor soul indeed. His presence in the wasteland scattered all the blood beasts in the area.

Once that maniac is decided, the bastard will live, even if he has to break, it will live.

"I swear on my name as Ego, the master soul sorcerer !"

"Same thing as blood, for real !"

Unserious about the task formed on the spot, it approached the melded, fucked up, stinky body of our friend Jôm.

And begin to link the egg with the body.

Merging the developing larva with the remaining meat and lifeforce of Jôm, as well as keeping the most of stored data in our friend's brain.

Body and soul mended, a craftwork of a living piece.

It is less of a revival, and more like a rebirth or a reincarnation for the human brat.

The result is a fleshy cocoon of fleshy flesh

He now gotta wait a few more days for it to hatch.

.....

It happened while I was eating a few gnats as a snack.

The fuckitity finally burst out of his pit.