CH-3-P1- Blood spell

His surrounding and environment changed again. In a wide expanse of crimson and grey sky, thunders danced with their deafening claps. Wilt with his eyes shut, was kneeling on a causeway of obsidian encircled by lava.

The Eldrich God watched with interest as Wilt slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes were not of a righteous child he once knew. Deep and hollow seemingly endless.

" How you feel?" The eldrich asked.

Wilt looked at the palms of his hands.

" Powerful! Liberated!" He replied with no colours to his voice.

" On your feets. You don't look good kneeling." The eldrich gestured his hands to get up. Wilt stood up on his feet.

" Baked to perfection." He scrutinized Wilt who was abnormally calm, none of his previous traits to be found. His heart beated with no anxiety. His state of mind tranquil and organized. Blood had baptized his fears. All the qualities of a perfect killer, no longer a mess of emotional tantrums and love.

Over his experiences of death, there was nothing in the world that could possibly scare him anymore, much truly pain him . Not even the gods and eldrich gods were left creative enough to torture him. One who kills his own self for pleasure, no geniuses would be able to make him feel agony.

" You are ready to face the world. Reborn of sins, go wreck havoc my agent." The eldrich declared.

" I am agent to no one. This speech though, I give a six " Wilt laughed without any care about offending the diety infront of him.

" Fantastic. Better than I ever hoped for. If you didn't reply back to that, I would have killed you. Now leave."

Massive ripples in the air split opened a rift in space.

" Now be off with your ass."

" Before I leave, why me? Higher beings like you are only interested in special souls and I'm clearly not one." Wilt asked his final question before leaving.

" Don't get too over your head. I didn't choose you in particular. The thing is I was too bored and wanted someone to show me a good drama. It doesn't make it you are gonna survive for real. You came empty handed and you are going empty handed. Whether you live your life freely and powerful or waste it washing other's ass, I don't give a damn."

Wilt didn't pry further and walked to the rift. Before stepping in, he momentarily stopped in his tracks. " Thank you for providing me with the most optimal outlook on the world. I don't like owing favors. For all you did, I'm going to make sure you suffer the worst fate sooner or later. What is your name?"

" I'm counting on it. The name's Zolgear."

The portal screened taking Wilt along.

One of the ten women flew down to the Eldrich God named Zolgear.

" Who is that pup? People gag their own throats in dread of meeting you in the eye. He comes, attempt to attack you in your own domain and leaving a threat behind before leaving. Why did you even preserve his soul in the first place. Isn't the power expenditure too high? You are not someone to show pity."

" No joke. I had to use up all my genesis energy. It'll take me atleast two decades to replete it."

She had a surprised expression when she heard Zolgear. " All of your genesis energy? How is that child so special?" She sounded more and more interested in Wilt.

" Think. Though scared, he assaulted me, rejecting my malice. Didn't even faze when he took his first kill that was his own mother. Didn't hesitate pulling out his own father's intestines out. I vomited for two days when I killed my first that was my brother.

"The smell of blood excited him. The need for chaos curdled in him as soon as he saw the joy of murder. An ancient evil flows through his veins. He was born for darkness unlike us. He just lost his way and I corrected it."

The woman suggestively took his arm in her bosom.

" And why did you bother?"

" Because," The line of his lips curved upwards into a malevolent smile.

" One day I can harvest that power for myself."

In a dark and barren place deficient of the slightest trace of vegetation, chilly mountain breezes announced the area bitingly cold. Five bodies were piled up inside a pit one above other with Wilt's on top. His body had started to smell rancid. Same could be said for the others who were disgustingly killed.

Suddenly, the skin of the four beneath him began chipping away from the their muscles. The flakes of their skin took altitude and latched onto Wilt's rotting skin. Five minutes and their body had been stripped off of skin exhibiting their tightly winded red muscles and lean white linings.

Wilt had him wrapped up in a fabric of human skin.

Their muscles started to unstring from their bones and attaching themselves to Wilt. Soon all their muscular fibres left them exposing a set of damaged bones and organs. Owing to the daily experiments, the innards of their body had been corroded and went fecid.

Their organs as well left their casing and mashed together into a vicid fluid, smearing itself on the shell outside Wilt's body. The bones underwent phase transition and turned to ash. The organ liquid acting acting as an adhesive sticked the ash together with it.

In a matter of minutes, four dead bodies coalesced together and served as a cocoon for Wilt. Web like extensions attached to the pit walls for stability. The white cocoon pulsed from the inside to outside like a beating heart

After two nights of incubation, cracks started to appear over the cocoon's surface. The cracks delved in deeper and deeper untill the cocoon exploded and pungent green liquid plashed all around.