chapter 14

Opening the book, Aizer went straight to the index of the books, taking a brief glance at some of the words written before withdrawing his look to find a specific word...

'Ah, here it is, Awakening'

"Hmm, I get it now..."

Aizer scratched his chin as he read the contents contained in the book.

"So all I need to do is take in a bit of the energy in the air, and once I do that, my body should react."

"Isn't this too simple?" Aizer pondered as he continued reading.

'Ah so here's the catch.'

"When someone awakens using this method, they have a 40% chance of dying on the spot."

Aizer voiced his thought's as he continued reading.

"Mm, OK, o this only happens to people who force it and Don't awaken naturally..."

'It makes sense, I guess, unfortunately, I don't have time to wait.'

'40% huh? Let's gamble with fate; even if I don't awaken, I'm most likely to die here from starvation, so there's no harm in trying.'

Thinking for a second Aizer decided to start.

"OK let's do this"

He said closing his eyes.

"Energy, energy..where the hell are they?"

Aizer asked himself as he tried his best to feel around for any type of energy.

After spending a few minutes with his eyes closed Aizer suddenly felt something.

*sigh*

'I'm going to fall asleep at this point... Maybe I don't even have powers; in the book, It did say...'

'Wait what's this?! Is.. is that what I think it is?'

Aizer thought, his face uncontrollably smiling.

'Haha finally decided to show your self huh? Don't worry I'm not a small minded person.

Soo come here!!'

Aizer thought as he imagined hands in his head grabbing onto the small red spark of light.

Suddenly aizer vision changed.

He could no longer feel the branch he was sitting on, heck he couldn't even feel the bag around his shoulder.

"Huh? Where am I now?.. is this where I get my powers?"

"Hello!."

He yelled.

"Anybody there?.."

he asked, looking around, but all he could see was darkness; it was as if this place had no light.

'At least I can see my hands.. well.. just barely, but it's better than seeing nothing.'

He thought to himself, Waving his arms.

"Wow, this is a weird feeling... "

Another minute passed, and if one could see Aizers expression they would find it filled with annoyance.

"Ha.. how long am I supposed to stay here for exactly?"

Aizer asked himself as he soon heard the sound of something squelching.

Turning around, he saw far above him, an eye had appeared.

The eye did not look in any particular direction, It just stared forward into the darkness as If waiting for something.

Soon enough more eyes started to appear.

They all had the same shape, the only visible difference one could see was how some of them would be slanted.

Other than that nothing changed.

One by one more started appearing, all looking in their respective directions.

Aizer watched this scene with a bewildered look.

At first, he was surprised seeing as how everything one could see was black but the moment the eye appeared that completely changed

It's sclera being the only change of colour in the whole place

(Sk: the sclera is the white part of the eye)

As Aizer floated in the void, more and more eyes began to appear, causing his body to tense up.

He felt that something was not right in this situation an unsettling feeling settled in his chest, as he sensed the feeling of danger.

But he couldn't escape, he had no idea how.

He was trapped in this endless void, with eyes continuing to emerge around him. 

Then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the eyes stopped.

The feeling of unease, which had felt almost like a premonition, vanished completely, as if they had never existed at all.

*sigh*

Aizer sighed, although he did not need to breathe in this place, it felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

He placed his hand over his chest, and even though he could not feel a heartbeat, he sensed himself beginning to calm down.

Looking up, he randomly focused on one of the eyes that had been staring off into the distance.

While he had calmed down somewhat, an underlying sense of unease still lingered, though he couldn't identify its source.

Just then, the next event confirmed his suspicions. The eye he had been looking at suddenly moved.

The pupil shifted, slowly descending down the sclera until it finally met his gaze.

Aizer's eyes shrank to pin size as he locked eyes with the pupil staring back at him, an icy chill running through him.

Aizer soon had a bad premonition...

And just like he suspected his premonition came true.

One by one, all the eyes in the space started looking at him, all of them fixing their gaze on him.

As Aizer watched the scene unfold before him, an intense pain shot through his body, gripping him tightly and taking him by surprise.

As Aizer cast his gaze down toward his chest, a wave of terror washed over him at the sight before him.

As he hoverd there, he felt a chill run down his spine when he noticed a hand, cloaked in a deep, swirling darkness, slowly reaching toward him.

This hand was an unsettling sight, adorned with an array of eyes that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

Some eyes were slanted, narrowing into sharp angles, while others were round and wide, creating an eerie contrast.

They shifted constantly, never settling in one position or shape, writhing across the surface of the hand like living creatures.

Some were large and staring, brimming with unsettling intensity, while others were small and beady, darting about in a chaotic dance of perception.

The hand slowly approached piercing into Aizers chest, facing no obstruction.

Aizer had already tried to move his body, but it was no use. It was as if his body was frozen solid.

He could only watch in horror as the had slowly made its way to his chest, digging inside.

As the hand slowly made its way inside, he was soon assaulted with an Inhumane level amount of pain.

His body slightly trembled but he remained in place, completely unable to move.

As the hand continued making its way in deeper, the pain increased.

Aizer wanted to scream, but he was unable to.

It felt as if someone was forcibly holding down his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

If one could hear his inner thought's they would hear a continues cry of pain...

As the hand finally made its way to the center which felt like an eternity to Aizer.

It suddenly twisted itself.

His heart... it.. it felt as if somebody was squeezing it. 

No, he knew someone was...

As the hand continued to grip his heart, Aizer felt the pain intensify. 

At that moment, he could no longer describe the agony he was experiencing; it was beyond words. 

He still found himself unable to move his body...

The only thing he could move was his eyes, their trembling revealing the fear coursing through him.

As he looked down at his chest..

Before him, the eyes that had once resided on the hand now crept slowly upwards, their gaze fixated on him.

Immobile, his eyes were his sole means of conveying the dread engulfing him.

Like a haunting spectre, the eyes traversed his body using the arm as a bridge that connected the two, encircling him in an unsettling embrace...

As if the physical invasion was not harrowing enough, whispers began to swirl around him, their source unknown.

He had no clue where those wipers were coming from but he had a vague guess.

'Those eyes!'

That was the only thought he had as he started at the pupils below him who were still watching him

As if they could feel the weight of his gaze, the whispers began to swell, rising in intensity until they emerged as haunting murmurs.

Each voice that assailed him was distinct and chilling, weaving a tapestry of dread that echoed in the shadows, filling the air with a palpable sense of terror...

They all overlapped each other, not caring whether the other was speaking or not.

Aizer felt himself going insane.

Although they were all talking over each other, there was one thing in common with all of them.

And that was what they were saying.

DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######... DEVOUR, CONSUME, ######...

These voices echoed in his mind repeatedly.

The soft murmurs gradually transformed into an overwhelming chorus of shouts, reverberating through his ear like a storm.

Voices converged in a tumultuous blend, each one raising the intensity of the scene.

Aizer could discern the rhythmic repetition of three distinct phrases, each echoing with an almost hypnotic urgency.

Yet, despite the multitude of voices clamouring for his attention, a frustrating haze enveloped the last word, rendering it indecipherable.

It was as if the essence of the last phrase was trapped behind a thick veil...

Unknowingly at some point, he had started falling.

In this darkness-like abyss, he was falling.

He was crying, he was in pain, and he was afraid.

In his opinion These mad-like ravings where were Countless times worse than the pain he was feeling.

As he continued falling, gradually he gained control of his body back.

But none of this concerned him, as he didn't even notice himself clawing out his own face.

his bloodied hands could be seen as he continued clawing out his skin.

big chunks, small chunks, it did not matter.

Long strips, small strips, it did not matter.

He continued relentlessly clawing out his face, his bones could now be seen as he continued falling down the spiral-like void of eyes as they continued watching him Slowly descend into madness, his sanity gradually leaving him.

His skin had fractures like cracked stone, except in the crevasses of these cracks there wasn't blood.

Instead, there were countless eyes wriggling about like tiny tadpoles, their unsettling movements drawing attention, as dark liquid slowly oozed out.

In the empty eye socket that he had clawed out, writhing tendrils emerged, their sinuous forms reaching outwards.

The eerie sight was grotesque, the intertwining creating both a horrific and strangely beautiful sight.

The tendrils, pulsated with otherworldly energy, Seeming to yearn for connection. It was a sight that was both repulsing and fascinating, leaving an unforgettable mark on any observer.

His skin lay in tatters, a shattered mosaic of flesh and bone.

Once a canvas of allure, now a grotesque tapestry of ruin.

His once captivating visage was now a macabre display, stripped of its former beauty.

With a deranged fervour, he had torn his lips and skin asunder, revealing the grim architecture of his teeth and jaw bones.

The raw brutality of his actions etched a permanent scar upon his countenance, a chilling testament to his current state as he continued his descent into madness.

Blood streamed relentlessly from his face, blood coming out of the cracks in his legs, forming a gruesome tapestry of crimson intertwining with a mysterious black liquid.

A macabre dance ensued as some of the scarlet droplets mixed with the inky substance, while others wriggled and melded with the maggot-like eyes that squirmed incessantly.

The scene unfolded like a grotesque painting coming to life. The combination of the vicissitudes and relentless motion created a sight evoking a sense of unease and foreboding.

Ha... hahaha..hehe

hahe.

hehehe.. hahah!!

As this was happening, Aizer's manic laughter could be heard as he finally focused his vision.

As the chaotic events unfolded around him, Aizer's manic laughter echoed through the air, a sound both unsettling and strangely triumphant.

He squinted, straining to bring his surroundings into focus, but his vision remained hazy a testament to his predicament, primarily because he had only one eye remaining.

The blurry shapes danced before him.

Aizer was currently experiencing a most likely unforgettable moment in his life, but the madness of his laughter suggested otherwise.

despite the odds, he still managed to retain a rush of clarity amid the chaos.

If someone saw him like this, they would wonder if he was still sane.

Aizer on the other hand continued to hear the ravings in his head as he continued laughing.

Whilst still writhing in pain, He saw the eyes in front of him slowly move away as he continued descending.

At some point unknown to him the darkness had turned white.

And just as aizer was about to completely lose control of himself, he vanished...

...

Outside His physical form lay sprawled on the ground, sluggish and unresponsive, having succumbed to unconsciousness in the real world.