Even before this new world came to be:God and the other gods had already abandoned it. How can someone who calls themselves gods sit idle whiles this amount of devastation befall those those claimed to love.Truth be told I always had a hard time believing that they existed, if not for what I had been through and what I know.I’d like to say ‘it’s good to see you all again’ but with what had happened to me, to this world I don’t think it can be said. That said, if you’ve forgotten ,the name is Yaw H. Thompson.Currently, I’m in my dark green with small crossed white stripes on the right of my shirt stretched to the left, unbuttoned and a dark blue inner long sleeved t-shirt tightly clinging to my arms and it’s pulled up on the right to elbow length. I have a mitt over my left hand and bandage wrapped around right hand to just below the elbow for no reasons other than battle. Also just in you normal black trousers and boots. There’s a bag behind my back hidden under a cloak.The wind
What in father’s name happened here…? Gaea. What did this?I can’t tell what exactly tell what this place is supposed to look like. It’s my first time here on Gaea—as a matter of fact anywhere in the mortal world if not for only wars with ‘them’—but from Yo’shua’s memories it shouldn’t be like this.Shouldn’t there be trees, oceans or something in close proximity? I do remember a place like this from what I saw. But from what I saw from above there’s naught of that sorts. It seemed to stretch on.This is not the same place I remember seeing. Something also lingers, a faint power that feels similar like the one I felt before coming here.So this was the outcome? I felt some indescribable surge of power explode from somewhere within this mortal plane when on my journey here. That must have been what had made here like this.Although this wasn’t my destination, though it felt like it was. I never had a destination to begin with. I was just hoping on ending up anyway and taking it from th
I’m not sure if I should be angry at him for not telling me about this but I understand. Brother has always loved the mortal realms but how he could help was rather limited. Is it? I can’t fathom why he’d not come himself, as he’d done so countless times. I’d deal with that later.“Tell me brother. What is going on? What are we dealing with?”“We might be blind to the happenings of the mortal as of now but the only answer we could give is ‘them’. Though what ever could have released such a burst of power to reach even the heavens is unknown. With what I’ve known so far I can assume that’s the cause of such devastation.”“How long has it been for something like this to have have happened?”“It’s been over two hundred years in the mortal realm. Which is long, eight generations by their standards.”I’m rather at a loss now. I guess with my agenda in mind—wait what is my reason for being here…A way to stop the the destruction without getting too involved. Find a ground of negotiation wit
That was fun, getting to test my new body out! But those creatures having seen them here makes me wonder: Where did they come from? What’s going on?I don’t think I’d come to answer since I know next to nothing about what is going on.Although…… I look up, staring blankly. With the residue around, I somewhat have a vague comprehension of what might have happened.Can’t dwell on it much. Answers will unravel in due time, along the way. For now, onward. From a mortal’s perspective this is a huge world. No matter how much I scoured it feels like I haven’t gone far. And the constant snaky dunes and the ever so often evidence of what appears to be the old. I can’t tell if it should be a bore seeing how the scenes repeat. Or look at the beauty in its overall destructive displacements?At least there were the variety of monsters that came my way, whether on the sandy expanse or when they were mixed with rocks and the empty rubbles that were probably once inhabited. Just like in the day, i
The first time I died I was too young to know exactly what it felt. Only feeling like a dream that I was fleeting from my body.But the second time it happened, I felt the pain in bliss, and its versa. The moment I close my eyes succumbing to death’s calling, a momentary peace.Only to open them again in a jerk. It felt like only a moment had passed since they were closed.I peaked peaked through the gap in this confined space. Since it was dark out I could tell what I was supposed to be looking at. My body felt really uncomfortable, like I had been sleeping in an awkward position for a long time.I should have been cremated…Though a crime I had not committed I was pretty much to blame for it.… So why am I awake? It didn’t feel like the first time I died. Only that a second had passed after closing my eyes when I received the lethal dosage. I should have been sent straight there, afterwards.Shocker right? This young me who had just clocked 18 getting the death penalty. Well… you kn
The door, just like all the ones before, giving some real authentic horror vibe along with the silence of the darkness, creaked open. This place has a real horror thriller ambiance. Add a bit of background music or sounds, a ghost or monster and you got yourself a real horror story…What the f is this?The first thing that blew at me was an extreme heat, the heat stinging my eyes a little. And a dim light which seem to have filtered in from somewhere.But that’s not what caught my attention. The were whole and dismembered skeletons sparsed in the corridor and in a few cells. The bars of the cells—it’s not that there was any, other than the frames—were rusted and floor cover with a layer of sand.I could guess the clutter and rattling I heard and the soft and hard things I stepped and tripped upon were the tattered cloths and skeletons.I don’t think it took a day could have reached this. This looks like some post-apocalyptic shit.It’s not hard to guess
The sun was just about setting when my eyes started to clear and I gained control over my body. I still felt tired, in more ways than one… This lethargy doesn’t seem like it would go soon but at least I can move.Luckily nothing came after in the hours of ‘rest’—if you can call it that, my thinking process might have been slowed but it was active the whole time adding to the mental stress—as I was paralyzed. Otherwise, efforts wasted, I’d be done for, for real.… I’ll just head for one the dorm rooms and barricade myself in for some rest.I stood myself up… I looked down and saw the scythe still there.I’m a little conflicted. I was once told by Amara that there were only a select few who could touch the and like, let alone a mortal. My conclusion is that I was giving permission to do so. But I’m not a fool to shift the blame on me being tired before handling it and ended like that. This thing was the cause. True I may have passed out if I managed to somehow deal with the beast from ti
A turn into the road, through the gaps of the rusted vehicles I saw a person clad in tattered layers of cloak being attacked by a quadrupedal monster, some kind of wolf variant(?).The scythe in my hand but I don’t know if it’s the okay thing for me to do/ I mean it is but this a situation I could get killed by the creature or backstabbed by the person. A fools thought but I could certainly handle it… I think.Plus I can’t let them die. They could be my only clue for information at the moment.Get a grip man. Giving myself a little encouragement I rush over.Just from looking at how the beast treated them, like some toy. When I got here it had clawed a large injury on him now had his hand in its jaws as he fought back.It was somewhat a distance as I had to quickly maneuver through and using the rust-buckets as cover to get to them. Luck on my side I could see since they were low ones in my sight. And the beast was preoccupied with him so I could easy get around and get close. With a
… Above watching the ongoing battle. The mage with the mercantile smile stood in his deep brown Sith robe. The ground was little with corpses and dismembered corpses. Blood stained sands that had soaked and drained the life of those that fell. The two sides, one side the majority of therianthropes and the other humans, clash letting loose their savagery on each other. It was a gruesome sight where swords clash, severing and disemboweling of the clashing races alike. An observer would question the necessity of the savagery. In a would were there was on the expanse of desert, who knew whether there would be another settlement other than that of the two sides. So why did they not cooperative to increase their chances of survival in this cruel new world? The answer is basic: Superiority of species. One with the stronger physique wanted to declare themselves master, and the other with smarts wanted for control. So
“Are you okay.” I look to where her voice came. Chika had somehow gotten herself out of the binding around her arm. When I glanced it seemed like it was cut. And in her hand was a very small knife, I’m sure she tucked it somewhere they wouldn’t find. She was checking on the two, cutting their bindings. I took a step to move closer. “Ugh…” I thought it would take a while to kick in. I finally got to relax seeing everything was fine, but immediately I did. I felt pain grip my entire body. My grip turned slippery from the blood that was slipping from the gunshot wound on my shoulder, and from the one that wasn’t mine. If that was all then I could deal with it, it would probably healed after a while. Aside from the nicks and cuts. I got careless back there. True, with this new found strength and reflexes you could do much, but when your are under fire it’s easy to be blindsided that was it. And that was what happ
“… I’m here to collect my friends. And I wouldn’t hesitate to cut anyone down anyone who stands in my way!” I say as I straightened my poster, walking. “Intruder at the entrance. Men down.” … “Don’t let him in. Do whatever it takes to put him down.” I could hear the distressed voices of the men in this place. They were scrambling to get here. And those that were already close by were let lose bullets. From long before I’ve known them to be rather conservative of their ammunition, after all, the amount would be so little. But it still rained. I weaved through the debris, walls, and any cover as they closed in with cover fire. Those that chose close combat with their machetes and knives were cut down by the scythe. I closed in one by one on their gunners taking them out and moving away before I got pinned. Why? Why? Why? Why do I feel like this? Despite the rage in me, hypocritical, it may be, why
“I’d appreciate it if you could get on with it.”“… Absolutely. Brest is his name.”Why do I get the feeling the sound of his name is exactly how he looks?“Who is he? What is his role in all this?”“The same for anyone in his position. A seat. Somewhere to belong, to hold authority.”“… I don’t get it. He’s already made his way into the top brass of that opposition faction, I assume, so why the need for more power.”Not just anyone could make it into the elites, in this case faction heads. He has to have something they need and is of the same mindset.“… Show me a person who has no greed and I will show you a world without without suffering…”Greed? In this situation do I seem to have that?… I guess. Despite having Amara, a unique to existence, I still wanted for Chika. Is that greed or lust. And then the fact, though not my own, I preferred her to be the one in control. Dose that also count.“… What do you think a desperate man would do, if you were in his situation?” He as
When the sun got over the horizon, I got out of Chika’s place. Using the Scythe as support I dragged my aching body towards the settlement. Damn it! My whole body hurts like hell. Despite it only being sunrise the settlement is bustling. The hunt must have already been gathered and people where already up to collect their ration for the day. Technically there should be enough to ration them for months if the meat is cured, but with the time it took to cure and the amount of people that came in occasionally the daily hunts were mostly shared daily until the ones in stores was cured. I’m somewhat a familiar figure around here. Draped in a cloak, much better from the very first tarp I used, though it was old. They knew of the relation I had with Chika and the fact I was one of those who hunted most people stayed cleared of me. Then there’s the rumor about the scythe. Something about the weapon being cursed and me being a dangerous and cruel character, That really hurt my feeling, you
[A/N: About half of this was part of the previous chapter/ Please go through the latter half] It began slow at first but soon she got passionate, like her body was reacting to something she had yearned for, for so long. I pulled her in closer.I didn’t have any top on so she could only wrap her arms around my neck leaving me to undo her buttons. Her lips never left mine as I worked to free her trapped bust. She was just right. I’m not one to like ‘em big or small, but in the middle, maybe a tad big than that average, just like how she was.I cupped a breast feeling it’s soft, sinking goodness in my hand. Breaking off I traced her neck, kissing all the way the cherry which sat perfectly on her mound taking it into my mouth, sucking on it.“Ah…” Her moans were soft, afraid to let it out. Her hand found my buckle as I undid her with a hand, slowly sinking into the mood.Gently lean her backward until her back touched the bed.On my knees I pulled off her pants and underwear, feasting on
[A/N: Believe the is longest i've written. Not edited so please bear with me.] In this few months I’ve active here. I got to see, well hear, about the fights that have been going on. With the exception of a few other races, their opponents were indeed the Theriantropes and a few other monster looking humanoids. Can’t really call them monsters if they can communicate, can we?. Here’s me, a guy who is avid about fantasy setting and the like and its inhabitants, seeing them do this breaks my heart. It goes as far to see the Demi-human, you know those animal/monster ears, tail and other parts, but looking no different, if not slightly, from humans being affect. Oh my dear Waifus. I was more active later in the night and hardly witnessed any. I mostly rested during the day, if not going to Chika’s or the old/young which listening to their reports, and gossips. From the reports they harassment was mainly guerrilla. Even still with that they were still at a stalemate, both side unable ov
The first night after being cooked in boiling water—blood, I saw its effects. The speed and power increase. It breaks past the limits of your current self, even if it’s only a little improvements, my body left tight and robust.If people of our time knew about this, they’d rush in droves to get some without hesitation.…Right.Survival trivia:If you must know how they deal with the water problem. They had secured a reservoir and other containers around the place, rationing it along with the daily hunts. It’s not much considering this sweltering heat which calls for constant rehydration, but there’s nothing you can do than survive with the little you got. —Well there’s the option of plundering from others, as long as you don’t get caught or deal with an witness. And that is something that seems to happen around here.How do they deal with the refiling? Well from what I know they made sure to collect the rare yet occasional rains which somehow still fall. If you ask me, things like th
Motor control has slowed down to a dull, I can’t even keep my position leaning to the wooden hut,The same time as the door opened I had swayed to the side falling in towards the old lady. Luckily though, for some reason the scythe is still tight in my grip.“Woah, I didn’t think you’d want this old lady that bad that you’d throw yourself upon me.” She must have gotten a closer look at me, “You don’t look so good. Let’s get you in.” She supported me leading me inside.How is a frail old lady able to hold me upright. It’d be a blow to my pride as a man if it was my weight, but it isn’t.I’ve had my suspicions but this woman isn’t as she seems.She laid me on a cloth-made bed.“I should get your gift in before someone makes away with it.”I get how you feel about securing resources detrimental to survival but someone’s dying here.I get it now. I did ask the price of a life in this new world. Now I seem to know what it cost.It didn’t take long to hear the d