Morgan's scream was a heartbreaking and terrifying shriek, as if his very soul were being torn apart. That scream shook the Zorath, who jumped slightly in surprise. Morgan rushed out of the stable, but his legs gave way, and as he tried to run, he collapsed to the ground. He tried to stand up, but he fell again. The man in elegant clothes with pale skin emerged from the stable and began to walk toward him. Morgan, paralyzed, could only retreat, crawling in desperation.
"Are you okay, sir? What's wrong? What made you react this way?"
(asked the Zorath with that sweet kindness)
Morgan couldn't believe how this being, who had brutally ripped someone's heart out, could speak to him with such kindness. He stood there, motionless, with his head lowered, as the Zorath calmly approached. Finally, the silence was broken with a question that froze the air.
"Why?"
(Morgan said in a broken voice)
The Zorath frowned, confused by the question. He didn't understand what the young man with pink hair was asking.
"Why? What do you mean, sir?"
(the Zorath replied, now visibly perplexed)
"Why did you do that?"
(Morgan asked through sobs, his voice broken with pain)
"Sir, forgive me, but I don't understand..."
(said the Zorath, genuinely confused)
The Zorath didn't understand the young man's reaction. He saw him affected, but didn't know why. Morgan raised a trembling hand and pointed toward the stable with a finger, his broken voice echoing in the air.
"What did they do to deserve that? Answer me."
(Morgan said in a whisper)
The Zorath turned, following the direction Morgan pointed, and saw the bodies inside the stable.
"Sir, I repeat, I don't understand what you're referring to. Are you talking about those animals? Well, we simply did what any being would do with them. We cut, separated, and then exported. Maybe you've done the same thing before when eating meat from an animal, you take off the skin, the organs, to cook it later."
"Animals? Do you think they are animals?"
(Morgan asked, his voice trembling with rage)
The Zorath let out a soft, almost mocking laugh.
"What else could they be? Their lives are so tiny and insignificant that they should be grateful we used them for something."
(said the Zorath with a disgusting pride)
"Thanks to us, their lives have a purpose, a meaning, beyond just being insects crawling on the ground."
Morgan was petrified at such a level of evil, unable to comprehend it. But the Zorath, as if nothing was happening, continued speaking, satisfied.
"Ahh, I'm getting a bit thirsty. I think I'll have something to drink."
While Morgan remained kneeling, paralyzed, with a vacant and lost look on his face, the Zorath began to walk elegantly toward another stable. He opened the door with almost supernatural grace.
Inside, men and women still alive were in deplorable conditions. The screams of terror from the prisoners filled the air as the Zorath entered, his gaze full of malice as he examined each one of them. However, his attention focused on a woman in a corner of the stable, protecting two small children. The woman tried to hide them from the Zorath's gaze, but as he noticed, he slowly walked toward her. Unlike the others, she didn't look at him with terror but with a calm defiance, without doubt or fear, only security and bravery.
The Zorath approached her until he was in front of her, his eyes gleaming with palpable malice. The woman extended her arms, protecting the children, while the Zorath smiled.
"I like you. I like you very much. I think you'll come with me."
The woman took a deep breath, accepting her fate, but without hesitation.
"If you're going to take someone, take me. You won't take any of them."
The Zorath, somewhat surprised by the woman's bravery, smiled with satisfaction.
"How interesting... I like you."
(said the Zorath with that malicious smile)
Having said that, the Zorath turned to continue his path but then turned his head to look at the children once more. The youngest, terrified, trembled so much that his clothes were soaked. The Zorath, seeing this, smiled grotesquely.
"I've changed my mind."
The woman turned toward the children, but before she could react, the Zorath slapped her, throwing her to the ground. Then, he grabbed the smallest child by the hair, and when the girl tried to stop him, he gave her another brutal slap that knocked her down. The Zorath began dragging the child, who screamed and cried uncontrollably.
The Zorath pulled the child out of the stable easily, as if he weighed nothing, and lifted him. The woman tried to stand, but the blow had left her weak. When the Zorath looked at the child, he was still crying, terrified. The Zorath smiled, a smile so cold and kind that it would freeze anyone's blood. The woman, crawling, raised her head.
Then, in a brutal act, the Zorath bit into the child's neck, tearing the flesh with savage violence. The child's screams of pain turned into an indescribable, horrible wail.
"Ahhh... I must admit, that woman probably tasted delicious, but this... this is unbeatable. Blood tastes much better when fear is present. It's an indescribable pleasure... so addictive I just can't stop."
(said the Zorath in ecstasy)
The woman, once defiant, now only watched in desperation and horror. The Zorath didn't pay attention to her suffering, continuing to devour the child's neck. At that moment, Morgan, completely shattered, couldn't process what he was seeing. He knelt, hugging his knees, covering his ears to block out the heart-wrenching screams.
Time seemed to stop until, finally, the screams ceased. The child had died, his neck destroyed, leaving only the exposed vertebrae.
The Zorath, euphoric, began spinning in circles, holding the lifeless body of the child in his arms, enjoying every second of his pleasure. Finally, he dropped the body and focused on the girl, the last survivor.
Morgan, still paralyzed by terror, couldn't move, couldn't scream. His mind was trapped in the darkness, wishing he could do something, but completely powerless in the face of such monstrosity.
"I want to help, I want to do something... stop, please! Enough!"
(he screamed in his mind, crying inside)
But in the middle of his desperation, footsteps reached him, echoing in his mind. Morgan looked up and saw a young man with long, black hair with spectral blue highlights, brown skin, and clothing similar to the gods he had seen before reincarnating. This young man approached him, his eyes, a glowing blue, even his eyelashes and eyebrows had this color, but his eyes were filled with rage.
"If you're not going to do a damn thing, then I will, pathetic."
(said the being with anger)
The young man began to walk away but turned his head to look at Morgan once in that pathetic state. Seeing him, he could only click his teeth and continued his way, disappearing into the darkness.
The Zorath, immersed in his ecstasy, lifted the girl, now completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
"More! I need more!"
The woman, broken, begged him to stop, but the Zorath, mercilessly, stepped on her head and rubbed it into the ground, in an act of complete dehumanization. When he was about to devour the girl's neck, he looked at Morgan and shouted at him, with a poisonous smile.
"Come on, sir. You should also..."
but he couldn't finish the sentence.
A brutal blow hit him at such speed that it slammed him into a tree with devastating force. The woman, surprised, looked toward where the Zorath had been, and saw a young man with pink hair, his insectoid armor covering him, antennas falling down, and spines emerging from his hands.
"I hope you liked it too, you piece of shit."
Morgan, now fully transformed, had a deeper voice, full of authority. His gaze was cold, unrelenting, full of superiority.
"Aztlan, representation number 1200, insectoid branch, specimen number 688303, autarch of the emerald spear, "Rivacindela hudsoni."
End of chapter.
Next chapter: Two in one.