J?m walked across an endless field of red, 1 and 2, one foot after another.
His skin was red too, burnt, his eyes glassed over, his ears blown off, his nose broken. It was as if he was a bloated caricature of a man, perhaps... you could define him best as a walking corpse.
His skin flaked away under the red sun, scalding him despite the thick toxic brown clouds high up in this alien orange sky.
Beneath his feet, he feels the ground, the soil. It oozed a wet, sticky, smelly fluid.
Rotten meat,
the soil was made of rotten meat.
All around him, the air was thick with the scent of decay. Except for him, nothing moves.
Only the perpetual flow of putridity eating away at him and his face
He doesn't seem to notice the pain of his boiled skin anymore, nor does he smell the smell of the A.T.R.O.C.I.O.U.S winds through his broken nostrils.
His green eyes looked, bloodshot.
...By the bloody roach, I hope he falls right on his stupid fucking face
J?m was growly walking forward, he was in such a state
There was a sound in his ear
there was this sound
J?m shuddered, looking back he saw nothing of the source of that endless grating in his ear, only saw those bloody reeds and the stench they carried at all time.
He turned back and continued to walk, a sentiment of unease had started to seep into his soul.
This wasn't over.
It wasn't.
Soon that uneasiness birthed her son, the pale horseman, anxiety riding on top of the horse of fear.
He was followed
J?m began to run, blood curling steps lost in the eternity of red that followed him anywhere, strange noise kept getting closer to him.
He looked back and forth, behind, front, behind front...Behind, before he slipped, slipped into the gaping grasp of the plants like thousands a million of starving hands grasping for him....
Splut!
oh, horror!
The man had fallen!! pffff...!
I laughed.
Look at him, his face planted in the thick sludge of the upper crust. His limbs snarred by the long grass and reeds frolicking him, keeping his head low in the bloody mud.
"YES, face first you fucking imbecile! YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!"
...ahem
His breathing was rough, but he felt the noise was getting closer still.
J?m was getting increasingly stuck in the fleshy soil as if the rotten grounds wanted to swallow him, slowly.
His attempt at freedom was desperate, even more so as he found out his attempt had dug him further into the gelatinous mess.
His mouth was full of disgusting filth, and he had no hands to get it out.
How purely sadistic it was,
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planted there and ensnared in the molasses of life.
How funny he...he, he-he can't vomit anymore, even though his body wants to,
...
The clear silence of the plain, broken by the man's struggle. He had maintained an uncaring cold mentality.
Even now as he contemplated his mistakes, as minutes passed he slowly changed his position to breathe better.
Unfortunately,
That's the thing concerning this place, it was over the minute he fell into this trap.
He was fucked.
Already the flies could be heard now, like predatory sharks, in his desperation he started screaming to scare away those approaching menaces, his instinct finally surpassing cold reason. His fear radiated from him like a candle in the dark, A pretty candle of blistered flesh.
His heart was beating at a more, and more, violent tempo.
He heard it too, as the beating in his ears urging and doubling his efforts in trying to escape.
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The buzzing gets louder,
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---------- J?m's ears are screaming
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"And here it comes,"
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Silence struck for a moment before six long talons grabbed forcefully at J?m's face.
They were followed by a bony wrist, followed by a long limb, and three more of those limbs.
The last thing J?m saw with his eyes, blood-colored flaps of translucent skin
A red-winged monstrosity
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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.
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.
Notably, a set of six legs on each side and a stinger at the end of the bulbous tail."
Its mouth open, a bulging tongue approach, filling with acidic slobber.
...But The wings are still the most impressive part, with 4 wide pairs of bloody red appendages. All are capable of high-speed oscillation with a wide range of movement, very durable permitting the flies brutal acceleration and almost unpredictable movements.
Ah...I got carried away, te~hehe.
I finally said, agitating his finger like a woody wand of flesh.
Looking down at J?m's, I saw the flesh of his visage turn into a slurry, followed by his eyes and the cartilage of the nose. Slowly getting slurped by the proboscis-like tongue.
"They always break down, and he is getting eaten, destroyed and barely screaming anymore," I said slowly shaking its head.
"It's hard I guess, staying "me", hard when you get digested alive." I looked down on the passage, over the horizon the sky was a golden crimson.
A few moments passed, and feeding continued.
Silence continued.
"Soon there, soon he will only be less than a carcass, and if times will it, maybe something sweet will be born of his remains."
I had seen enough
Boring and quick is the cycle of life~
...
Oh ?
...
OH !
"Now THAT is interesting, we rarely see that kind of sensation."
A smile tugged at the mouth of the robed one, exposing even more of his blackened gum.
Suddenly the Man-fly began to pulse and restlessly claw the melting gooey flesh of the man's barely conscious body.
The fly plunged its stinger into it.
"Fecundation, it happens sometimes during early adulthood for Man-flies." said my figure out loud, compound eyes fixed on the scene.
It will place an egg in the chest cavity of a partially digested but 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 this surface wasteland. And a hell for most victim beings with receptors.
"What a sick way to die.", the robed one acquiesce and laugh.
"But... It could also be an interesting new... inspiration", my hard chitin shell was rubbed with enthusiasm at the thought, at the possibilities.
.....let's do it.
The only cries one could hear were the wind and the soft dance of the grass
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, the man's body had begun to be melded to the ground, becoming one of numerous landmarks in this place.
He was a small pyramid of flesh.
His mouth had disappeared in the boiled pile of flesh, only the two gaping holes that were his eyes could be recognized.
An egg protruded from his stomach cavity, many holes poked into his body stunk from dark horrors.
Hope was lost...
"It was by that point, that shit was going to get real, because "I" decided to intervene."
Said the robed one, bathing in his own hype.
"Ego" the master blood sorcerer, has decided to save this poor soul indeed.
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 !"
He chanted with explosive power, otherworldly powers beginning their subtle work.
Unserious and free about the task formed on the spot, it approached the melded, fucked up, stinky body of our friend.
And begin to link the egg of the man-fly with the remains of the Man.
Merging the developing larva with the remaining meat and lifeforce of J?m, as well as keeping the most of stored data in our friend's brain.
Body and soul mended, a beautiful craftwork of a living piece.
Less of a revival, and more like a rebirth, a reincarnation of both a human brat and a larva,
The result is a fleshy cocoon of fleshy flesh
He now only gotta wait a few more days for it to hatch.
.....
It happened while he was eating a few gnats as a snack.
The man...?
The abomination.
The fuckitity! It finally burst out of his pit.
The prologue birthed many sleepless nights ago, I hope you will enjoy this long-winded story as much as I will try.
Have a good one
- Violence (-w-)
