Monstas
Neziul
Scrawl Banditta
Evil Ghost Note
BluFire.
The inferno consumed everything around Chunji. The heat licked his skin and turned everything to ash. His father, like wax, melted before his eyes. The dog he cared for soon returned to ash. The forests, the sky, everything was on fire. The only thing that had a semblance beyond this hellscape was the cackles of his mother. Incoherent, mad raving that only came in parts to Chunji.
"Burn! It- Return- to the-!"
Bits of pieces soon faded away as Chunji knelt upon the burning floorboards. His eyes did not meet the Great Serpent that stared before him. Words untold didn't need to be heard; they could be felt. Chunji could feel the Great Serpent's millenium-emotions that ran deeper than his blood. He could feel the anger, the disappointment, and the sorrow.
A snake soon slithered its way towards him. Its beady eyes focused and dilated upon him. The weight of consequence manifests. It slithered up his arm and soon coiled itself around his neck. The snake brought its head around and-
Pain.
Chunji slowly opened his eyes to the roof of the clinic ceiling. His body felt oddly better, but he was slightly tired. His perception of the world was almost wavy. Something had happened when he was unconscious, but there was little to think about it. The depths of his unconscious were calling on to him once more the work of opioids. Despite that, he got up.
His hand reached toward the back of his neck. There was something that he needed to confirm. A sign that his parents had warned him about. Eventually, he found it. Smooth and dry, a scale.
He heard Ciara's voice echoing the darkness of his unconscious—a plea for mercy, for empathy.
Then her lips spoke of sin.
Despite the strange atmosphere and the unknown pressure that originated from Ciara, Chunji felt that he needed to speak. He would not abide such debauchery.
The mind became lucid, his eyes simmering in anger. There was nothing short of venom in his voice. "That is no excuse. You've done nothing more other than debase yourself," Chunji would admonish his classmate. Before he could speak more, Chunji bit his tongue before he had anything more to say.
There was a lot he didn't know, he reasoned. Even though he had connected the dots about what happened at the arena, it was pointless to talk to a barely lucid Ciara.
He needed to divert his attention to something else. Chunji looked over to Otis and Davil, and then he got out of bed. His legs wobbled, but he straightened his posture and supported himself against the bed.
Seeing as the Doctor did not heal Davil, it would seem that there was something that prevented him from doing so. "What is his condition?" An inquiry for Otis.
The inferno consumed everything around Chunji. The heat licked his skin and turned everything to ash. His father, like wax, melted before his eyes. The dog he cared for soon returned to ash. The forests, the sky, everything was on fire. The only thing that had a semblance beyond this hellscape was the cackles of his mother. Incoherent, mad raving that only came in parts to Chunji.
"Burn! It- Return- to the-!"
Bits of pieces soon faded away as Chunji knelt upon the burning floorboards. His eyes did not meet the Great Serpent that stared before him. Words untold didn't need to be heard; they could be felt. Chunji could feel the Great Serpent's millenium-emotions that ran deeper than his blood. He could feel the anger, the disappointment, and the sorrow.
A snake soon slithered its way towards him. Its beady eyes focused and dilated upon him. The weight of consequence manifests. It slithered up his arm and soon coiled itself around his neck. The snake brought its head around and-
Pain.
Chunji slowly opened his eyes to the roof of the clinic ceiling. His body felt oddly better, but he was slightly tired. His perception of the world was almost wavy. Something had happened when he was unconscious, but there was little to think about it. The depths of his unconscious were calling on to him once more the work of opioids. Despite that, he got up.
His hand reached toward the back of his neck. There was something that he needed to confirm. A sign that his parents had warned him about. Eventually, he found it. Smooth and dry, a scale.
He heard Ciara's voice echoing the darkness of his unconscious—a plea for mercy, for empathy.
Then her lips spoke of sin.
Despite the strange atmosphere and the unknown pressure that originated from Ciara, Chunji felt that he needed to speak. He would not abide such debauchery.
The mind became lucid, his eyes simmering in anger. There was nothing short of venom in his voice. "That is no excuse. You've done nothing more other than debase yourself," Chunji would admonish his classmate. Before he could speak more, Chunji bit his tongue before he had anything more to say.
There was a lot he didn't know, he reasoned. Even though he had connected the dots about what happened at the arena, it was pointless to talk to a barely lucid Ciara.
He needed to divert his attention to something else. Chunji looked over to Otis and Davil, and then he got out of bed. His legs wobbled, but he straightened his posture and supported himself against the bed.
Seeing as the Doctor did not heal Davil, it would seem that there was something that prevented him from doing so. "What is his condition?" An inquiry for Otis.
