You think it would have been easy.
To repeat my actions, kill all the bastards here, and escape this place.
It should have been easy.
But no. My killing that enemy, was a lucky break In the monotony of my regularly sheduled violent deaths.
Over and Over. I have died.
Even the other ones, the zombies with their guns and armor grafted onto them.
Those ones, and the other weak zombies that are here, have also started noticing that I'm different, and attacking me.
And even I have been becoming, different. Faster, stronger but even then, I still. Die.
It's easier to resort to violence. I've noticed more of an instinct to attacking with my claws, rather than trying to use weapons.
It's been harder to focus, but when moments of clarity strike, I've been finding it harder and harder to feel anything but my own bloodlust.
There's a part of me, that's afraid of what is happening to me. But that part, along with the rest of me, is getting drowned out by something that only screams.
And the more it screams, the harder it is to find where it starts and I end.
Is this Malice? Probably, I don't think I can care right now.
[Malice - 94%]
I am losing myself. The only place I can think clearly anymore is the place I go after death.
I'm about to go back there, I feel the chains wrapping around me, and the fear so suppressed suddenly twists into being in my nonexistent stomach. And as I'm dragged down, all I can do is scream. Scream my lungs out as I fall back into that torture.
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[Mission: Find the Slayer]
[Mind: - 3%]
[Map: - 39%]
[Mutation: - 4.9]
[Magic: - False]
[Malice - False - 99%]
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Upon a land scape of burning buildings and burning demonic glyphs, every bit teeming with dark world spawn.
In what used to be a parking lot, a collection of imps, zombies and hell soldiers have all stopped attacking each other, to instead focus on a slightly elevated portion of asphalt.
The focus of these monsters, is a single zombie. Visually no different to the other undead in the crowd in appearance, except for the longer nails on the tips of it's fingers.
It's extremely loud screeching is what has brought their attention.
As the undead rushes abnormal fast at an imp, it -seeing no danger- conjures a fireball in it's hand and reels back its hand in order to throw it at the screaming zombie.
But the conjuring takes a moment too long zombie lunges to the left, and dodges out of the way of the blast.
Frustrated at its miss, the imp readies it's next blast, but the mongrel had gotten close enough to grab at the imp's casting arm, before the imp had time to react, the aberrant zombie grabs the arm about to cast the fireball, and shoves that arm down the throat of the imp.
The imp's organ's exploded out of it's torso as the fire ball explodes inside it. The light in it's eyes darkens completely as the creature snaps it's head around to the crowd of monsters, and -still screaming- rushes them.
It is met with the crowd roaring back and attacking the aberrant with gusto.
There was no discipline on either side, bloody and chaotic. After a few moments of confusion, the once slightly unified crowd of monsters began attacking each other. And it turned into an all out brawl.
Within the chaos, the screaming zombie flails at anything that gets close, ripping, biting, and trying to kill anything that gets close.
Emphasis on 'trying'.
Despite at what at first appeared to be a skilled opponent, the aberrant quickly showed itself as easy prey for the hell soldiers.
Or so they thought. As when a blast of red energy from one of their guns, the mongrel managed to notice the attack coming it's way, it grabbed the imps arm, turned around and flipped the imp into the way of the plasma, using the still living demon as a shield. After that, it ran at the that shot at it soldier, arms out, clearly aiming for the gun on the undead's arm.
But it was too slow, as the soldier had already sent out it's next shot.
It was about to dodge when it fell onto the ground. The aberrant's ankle had been grasped by a fallen zombie.
The aberrant zombie attempted to kick off it's hand, but as the blast got closer, the aberrant leaned into the arm of the normal zombie, and not deeply into it's rotting flesh.
With a *crack*, the bones broke, and the zombies fire arm was ripped from it's body.
The aberrant then started screaming even louder as it grabbed the zombie that used to be hold onto it and threw it infront of itself.
It would have been enough to protect it from the blast, if the monster used was an imp and not a zombie.
As such, when the shot hit the first zombie, the aberrant was also hit by the remnants of the attack.
The aberrant then throws the now truely dead zombie to the wayside. And continues the charge to the hell soldier with a limp.
But before it could get even a step closer, a fire ball from behind hit it in the back, sending it sprawling to the ground once again.
It tried to put itself out, the fire raged too greatly, and it was already weakened my the previous blast of energy from the hell soldier.
I'm a matter of seconds, what once was a decaying zombie is now a pile of ashes.
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I died again, of course. But it's hard to explain what just happened…
I remember is running somewhere, then an explosion, then the taste of rotting blood. Then pain, Then waking up here.
What ever I did must have been pretty effective, because I managed to kill a few things out there. But the thing is…
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[Mission: Find the Slayer]
[Mind: - 1%]
[Map: - 39%]
[Mutation: - 5.2%]
[Magic: - False]
[Malice - True - 100.7%]
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I'm worried what will happen to me when I get back there this time.