“I’m sorry… I-I couldn’t protect you…”. Sounded a rasping and trembling feminine voice. 

In the middle of a razed to the ground battlefield, filled with decapitated and dismembered corpses laid a kneeled person. On his knees, a dismembered person laid her upper body.

She was missing a side of her chest and legs. Her only remaining lung grasping for air, her heart beating for everyone to see. Even through all this, she still held a hand to the man’s cheek.

Explosions of every kind rang through the whole war zone. Yet, the man remained unfazed, watching as the dying woman’s arm fell to the ground, her corpse joining the macabre of red and entrails.

His unfocused eyes didn’t bulge, not even when his being was almost blown to pieces by a close by explosion of scorching flames. 

“Commander! What are the orders?!” He felt someone grab and shake his shoulder. As he slowly turned his head to the owner, his eyes, hazy, meeting an old man’s in blue robes and pointed hat.

He was pointing at the tsunami like wave of creatures, swarming them like ants. Their eyes showing nothing but hatred and hunger, tearing apart the first human they came in contact with.

A line with a semblance of barricades and humans was trying to hold the position. A futile effort.

This was the only and last bastion of every sentient races on this continent. Everyone having lost their homes to the demons as they swarmed, destroyed and consumed every plant, humans, elderly, kid and even other same creature, their own kind. Their hunger eternal and insatiable. 

”You all don’t deserve to live anyway.” Was all he muttered before slowly getting rid of the corpse on his knees while standing up as well. 

*All if this is, happened because of noblesse and royalties egos. Their false and undeserving titles getting to their heads and not heeding the call to unity and instead try to defend their private lands.*

”AHH!”. Was all he heard, the former elderly assaulted by a bear sized red creature. The demon, without even worrying about the prey next to it, started feasting on the still alive elder’s flesh.

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He stayed there, silent and unperturbed. Watching the man’s entrails being ripped and showed to the world to see. This kind of scenes were not new to him.

At first, a long time ago, he had tried to resist but couldn’t stop himself from regurgitating his insides every time this happened. Now, this had grown numb to him. Having watched more disemboweled men and women than an ordinary man would see birds in his whole lifetime.

With no care for the world, his red dirty cloak flustering in the wind, started walking toward the swarm of abominations. He continued like that peacefully, strangely enough, the swarm ignored him, his march unperturbed.

This continued like that for a very long time. Such a long time that all he could see were squirming and flow of creatures in every direction, he had gone from a battlefield to a strangely morbid corridor of skittering alien limbs and flesh. Even the ones above which should have fallen on him somehow levitated.

Before long, the amalgamation of chittering, friction and various unknown sounds slowly became muffled, background noise. He threw a small look to the side, the walls of flesh and moving monsters having completely vanished. Replaced by black marble like walls. 

His march continued, at the end of the dark corridor shone a door like light. After a few steps, he found himself in the middle of a hall, a giant  hall.

As if meant to be constructed for giants, there were giant pillars supporting the arch like ceiling from crushing his ant like being into a past of blood.

 “Hello there human.” A firm bit gentle female voice entered his ears. Startled out of his observations trance, he turned his head to the end of the hall.

There laid a lone red throne made out of different weapons like swords and axes and finally red pulsating bones. The back support being as tall as a small building.

”You sure are got your priorities elsewhere.” His gaze then landed on the figure sitting on it. The first thing that came to his mind was how unnaturally white she looked. Her waist length white hairs, her dull and white pupiless irises staring him down from the elevation of the throne gave her and finally her bone like armor.

What perturbed him was not all the white but how it looked more like a lack of colors, white and black included. As if something had erased all concept of colors, leaving and indescribable white.

”Has the loss of your kind made you unable of speech? There I thought I finally found something less boring than conquering another worl-“

”So you are the cause of all this?” The figure found herself interrupted by the human before her. She didn’t seem offended, contrary, she wore a amused look.

”Yes, so what? Will you take revenge for your dead friends? For that dead woman that seemed to be in love with you?” She smirked, almost on the verge of giving a chuckle.

But contrary to her expectations of the human charging toward her in a fit of rage, she was greeted by a lack of expressions.

”Is that so?” His voice echoing in the tall and empty hall.