the room I found myself in was what one might consider, minimalistic.
four walls painted in a beige-grey,
a small table and two chairs, all made out of a shiny metal.
it had most of the basic workings of an interrogation room.
but, the long, window like mirror at one end of the room, was pouring up from the floor, as in, like a constantly shifting liquid.
on top of that, there were no light sources in the room at all, and yet the room stayed lit.
the ceiling, floor, and walls were all the same color, texture, and there was absolutely no dirt or dust in the room.
all of these details were, of course, all an act of escapism to avoid looking at the miniature planet hovering above the other chair.
the planet had the most detail in the room, and looked pretty much exactly like earth...
except there were, for some reason or another, various blood red, blazing symbols adorning it's surface, things that looked a bit like Demonic symbols, but more detailed..?
it is with a stomach full of fear and confusion that I sit back down in the chair, and I just, look, at the (Tattoo???) covered earth.
"Soo... u-uhmm, wha-" I am quickly cut off as the orb begins to speak.
"Human." the earth says, directly into my mind.
"The Chosen of My Realm has been Sealed. You are to Free Him, No Matter The Cost." the voice was neither masculine, nor feminine, but my mind was quickly derailed when I realized what it said.
"Huh-" but I was quickly interrupted, again.
"No. Matter. The. Cost." it was as these words were beamed into my mind that I felt the worst bit of vertigo I had ever experienced wash over me.
and suddenly, I was in pain. a lot of red, but mostly pain.
it was like that for, a while...
though, eventually, I got forced into a blessed silence.
one without pain, one without that horrible red...
...
Where I found myself now, was some kind sadistic colosseum of corpses. the walls were more a kin to broken gates with thousands upon thousand of corpses stacked high to the ceiling, there were even still, twisted, and mutilated corpses on the ground, some covered in stab wounds, others in gunshots. none of them, human.
but, before I could even start to get my bearings past what I had seen, glowing green chains erupted from the ground, and then, they shackled onto me, and dragged me thrashing and screaming down into the seemingly solid stone floor.
...
-and suddenly I was back. in the same world of red. in the same painful state.
but the pain had, lessened. the red that had once been the only thing my eyes could focus on, now I saw for what they actually were.
Buildings. burning, crumbling, seared in red markings.
not only that, but the apocalyptic scene was also covered in creatures. monsters would be a more apt description, to be honest. all of them humanoid, some carried odd guns, others were covered in thick shells, most were snarling ferally, and the ones that weren't going crazy with bloodlust were the quivering, twitching but irreversibly undead human beings. unable to do anything but moan in pain, and shuffle blindly through the utter hell-scape.
my mind was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer panic of being in or even slightly near this horror show.
that is, until I saw in the upper left-hand corner of my viewpoint, a little green line of text type itself into sight.
[Mission: Find the Slayer.]
as I read the thing, I was filled from head to toe, with incredulity.
'how am I supposed to find ANYONE in this fucking mess?!' but as I tried to speak out what I had thought, to verbalize for all to hear, my frustrations, despite the probable danger of my doing so, all I could hear out of my mouth, was a throaty groan of pain.
it was my confusion that finally won out against the fear inside of me, and I began groping at my throat, only to feel sharp talons caress what felt like leather. I instinctively jerked the sharp thing away from my neck, and looked down at the thing.
it took my brain a few moments to figure out what I was looking at.
grey flesh, drained of all bit of life, with five sharp looking claws on each of the dead looking fingers. following past the hand, more dead, and rotting flesh can be seen, the terrifying appendage creeping up to the shoulder, and connecting with-
I hurriedly look at the other hand only to find the same, then as much of my torso as I could. as if a mummied corpse who had everything but the skeleton extracted, the skin, stretched inwards, and into the ribcage...
the legs, were blessedly covered by a pair jeans. of hole ridden, blood soaked, jeans. but still, the legs are clearly thin enough -even though the denim- to tell that they're more likely to exist on a corpse then a living being.
but that was just it, wasn't it?
these things are connected to someone who can move, and think, and feel pain, so, so much pain.
because this? -as much despair as it gives me to even think of it...- is me.