117. What she hates most

117. What she hates most

The name had been called, the gates opened and the chains undone. In the darkest depths something woke up. It's called to bring all its wrath upon the world. It had been content to lay and rest, never to be awoken again. However, the world wouldn’t let it. Hate, it hates, that is all it does, that is all it can do, and that is all it can ever do, hate.

Kurama witnessed as the world died around him. The clear water of the lake turned once more into a pitch black pit of bubbling hate. The lush green grass turned into cinders and ash as the ground blackened and died. Black clouds screamed their wrath in the form of ear splitting thunder. While the trees become petrified losing their leaves.

Ash fell like gray snow all around. While the roaring screams of an endless fire tried to burn down the dead forest. It looked like hell and hell needed its residents. Kurama had lived with Tomoka for twelve years now, yet seeing this now he felt like he never truly knew her.

All around he saw corpses. Corpses of the same woman killed in every possible way imaginable and then some more. Some hung by their necks swinging softly to a nonexistent wind. Others were impaled in through their bottoms. Some more had been tied to the trees, sharp wires cutting into their flesh as the bled rivers of dark blood. There were others floating gently within bubbles of murky water, their bodies bloated as if they had been there for far too long.

An army, a flood of the dead moved towards the lake, each corpse feeding it with their rotten flesh. The black waters grew and overflowed, taking even more corpses with it. Once a flood of corpses, it became a flood of pitch black rot. It grew and moved as if alive, it moved with purpose.

Kurama could only watch horrified as the flood swallowed the library, then the tower in which that weird portal rested. Then he saw it move towards him. He was big, there is no doubt about it, Kurama is at the very least a hundred meters from head to tails. However, this flood made him seem tiny in comparison. He could do nothing but gaze into it as it became bigger and bigger while approaching him.

At some point all Kurama could see in front of him was the pitch black of the flood and as he did a thought invaded his head. Like an insidious parasite it settled there, refusing to leave. With each agonizing moment it grew in strength until his body acted before he could even comprehend what he was doing, or rather saying.

“The abyss,” And with yellow reptilian eyes, it gazed back at him. Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com