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WAAAHHH

A small child cried as she sat in a pool of blood, her purple skin torn in a few places, bleeding white blood.

Her body convulsed in pain as her twin tails were crushed by debris. "Mamaa!" she cried for her mother.

WAAAHHH

She raised her hands as she looked everywhere, "Mama!" she cried again, but the only response she got was the unrelenting screams of her kind.

Everywhere around her was destruction in its purest form, fire burning everything and the buildings crushing everything.

Her pure black eyes caught a glimpse of a man buried underneath a pile of rubble with him impaled through his mouth.

Another child her age was sliced in half; the little girl still remembered how she had played with that child just yesterday.

WAAAHHH

She cried into the endless night; it was supposed to be a happy day, yet it turned into a nightmare.

RUBBLE

She heard the sounds of rubble and turned her back to see a middle-aged woman rushing toward her.

She had the same purple skin as the little girl, but the woman had an arm missing, with her white blood pouring out of her.

But the woman didn't seem to mind; she rushed towards the little girl with a relieved expression.

The little girl, too, stopped crying as she exclaimed, "Mama!" In happiness, that's right, Mama's back. She will take care of it, she will put me to sleep, and everything will go back to normal. I will play with that kid again, she must have thought.

"Baby!" The woman, too, yelled out loud as she almost reached her; she was just a few feet away from her daughter. Then she could escape this place and hide. But,

SLASH

Her body was cut in half and white blood spilled out of her. The woman didn't even know how she died.

Perhaps the last thought in her mind was getting her daughter to safety, but that wish would remain as is, a wish.

Through the dark, endless night filled with screams of terror and fire raging with fury, a single blade shined.

The blade was sleek, thinner than a sheet of paper; it was a normal sword. No more special than your ordinary kitchen knife, but the one who held it?

It was a man. A man with four arms. He had blood-red skin as if he had bathed in blood every second of his life.

His pure golden eyes shone with the power of a thousand suns, while a malicious grin adorned his face, revealing his razor sharp teeth.

Surrounding him was a blood-red aura matching his skin, so volatile that it shredded everything it touched.

The little girl's body trembled in fear as she looked at the man, tears flowed endlessly while her once sweet and innocent voice had gone raspy.

WAAAAHHH

The little girl cried in helplessness; she had forgotten the stinging pain from her legs and the only thing she could feel now was…. Dread.

STEP

The man took a step towards the girl, his step echoing through the surroundings like a drum.

STEP

He took another step, crushing the rubble beneath him.

STEP

The air around them grew thick with fear and dread as the man stepped closer to the little girl.

STEP

WAAAAAH

The little girl's cries grew louder, her body trembling with fright as the man reached her.

STEP

The man knelt in front of the little girl; his malicious grin disappeared as if it were a lie.

He raised one of his four hands and patted the little girl's head. "There, there," the man said, his voice soft, unlike his stature, almost feminine.

His pure golden eyes softened as the little girl cried, "Mama!" She wants her mother.

"MamAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!"

But her mournful cries turned into one of pain and horror as the man's hand squeezed her head, causing her to scream in pain.

"Aaaahhh!!" the little girl cried while the man's eyes glinted with pleasure as he gnashed his teeth.

His body shivered in ecstasy as the girl screamed more, "AAAAHH—" until she could no longer.

BURST

Her head burst open like a watermelon, spilling her brain onto the ground and onto the man.

His wicked grin crept back to his lips as he opened his mouth and licked the little girl's brain goo off his fingers.

The man then took a deep breath as if he were high and

ROAR

Roared into the endless night, lit up by the dying embers of a civilization.

The man looked at his hands, and then at the destruction around him, and nodded, as if satisfied by the destruction he had caused.

But then, his thick black eyebrows frowned when he sensed a presence behind him. Who would dare stand up against me? He must have thought as his grin turned into a sneer.

He turned around, only to see a young man. He didn't have purple skin like the rest, nor pure black eyes.

He didn't have the red skin like the man, nor his four arms. No, the young man had two arms and a pale skin that was paler than the moon.

He had shoulder-length crimson hair and ice-blue eyes that looked everywhere in shock and fear.

'Where am I?' Max thought to himself as he looked around him. His eyes then locked onto the four-armed man in front.

The four-armed man's frown deepened; this man isn't native to this place, he must have thought.

But then again, does it matter? The pale man is weak; he could tell. Weaker than the little girl he had just killed.

He raised his hand that held the thin sword and slashed it toward Max.

Max's eyes widened in shock, 'No!'