Encroaching Chaos (4)

Finally about to be delivered the death that she had always wanted, Isolda stared straight into the crazed eyes of the 'nurse' who was about to deliver her to the afterlife.

Yet out of the corner of her eye she saw what looked like the entrance to a deep and dark tunnel suddenly appear on the wall adjacent to her.

Then, with a speed that she could not even fully follow, she saw several pitch black tentacle looking things shoot out of the tunnel and wrap around the nurse.

Both her arms were grabbed and tied behind her back with so much force that they snapped clean in two and then one thick tentacle came and wrapped around her neck and wrenching it back with so much force that her neck almost broke clean off.

Everything happened so fast that the nurse did not even have time to scream, for she was immediately dragged into the tunnel disappearing entirely.

"What on earth...." muttered a completely bewildered Isolda as the strange events continued to pile up.

Out from the tunnel came a man, one that she found to be quite kind if not a little too nosy, whose entire aura had changed from the slightly awkward but gentle person to one who reminded her of the grim reaper.

From behind him, Isolda could see several of those tentacle like things emanating from the shadow that he was casting.

She put two and two together, figuring that the man in front of her had saved her, and so she said,

"You...you saved me."

Bazel looked at the girl who had almost died with narrowed eyes, as he leaned in and stitched the cut that was bleeding profusely on her neck with his shadow stitching technique.

"Why did you save me?" asked Isolda, but instead out of shock or gratitude she instead sounded sorrowful and accusatory.

While wondering if this was what it was like to save a hostage who had suddenly developed stockholm syndrome, Bazel replied,

"Unfortunately for you, I was asked to keep you safe by two people who love you dearly. Though I have to wonder, why do you wish to die?

"Do you not understand that death is finality, the end, the cessation of all potential. No matter what you believe, dying puts you in a state where there is no further progress or change but only death."

As Bazel spoke he found himself getting more and more annoyed, shown clearly by the true emotion that started to leak into his voice, as he was completely bewildered by Isolda's behavior.

'Most of my life was acted out for the sake of survival, to push past my previous terrible circumstances and live on for a future that I would make happen with my own hands. But Isolda Voigt, she embodies the exact opposite of my own philosophy...'

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Bazel continued quickly for he had little free time to spare,

"I do not know why you wish to die so badly, but at the very least you should consider what that would do to the two who love you dearly. How heartbroken they would be, how painful it would be for them, and how cruel it would be for them."

Seeing that the girl had clammed up once more, Bazel gave up for now and instead picked her up and deposited her on her wheelchair. He then turned her around and pushed her through the portal that he had created, his shadows ready and waiting for whatever was on the other side.

Coming out the other end, the first thing that was made apparent was the badly twisted corpse of the nurse that Bazel had killed. Next was several chopped up individuals who looked like other doctors and nurses, and a bored looking Lucky as he cleaned his machete.

"Took you long enough, even missed the visitors from the adjacent rooms. Though judging by the amount of Sanguis people just in this small wing, I would say that there is still more fun to be had.

"Though I think such fun might be a bit too much for the missy here, how about you make one of those teleporty things and I will guard her in the car while you clean house?"

Bazel was about to agree but an idea came to him, one that elicited a few dark chuckles as he looked at the pink blob below him,

"I think I will be taking over for her late nurse and see if I can give her a prescription that only I can."

He then continued onwards down the hall, leaving a confused Lucky behind who eventually caught back up.

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The air in the clinic had gone stale, as the entire staff was made aware that several of their own cauldron had been eliminated.

Working quickly, they closed the clinic to the public and ushered out all the patients under the guise of a sudden gas leak whilst also persuading the few commoners in their ranks to leave as well.

In the span of just a minute or two, the entire clinic had emptied and all that was left was three people who were acting as if they were on a stroll as they leisurely walked through the halls.

Eventually they reached the exit, but the three found that the path was blocked by several absolutely livid men and women who all had the same striking features of pale skin and partially red eyes.

The two parties locked gazes, and one side had several swords grow from their wrists and be placed into their hands as they snarled with twisted features.

"See, if you had died then you would not have been made aware of poor sods like them. Arrogant and prideful to a fault, easily forgetting that at one point they too were just normal people before they got a taste of power.

"Now look at them, doing the bidding of a higher power that they probably do not even fully understand."

The group did not look amused in the slightest as they were degraded by the man in front of them, but the level of calm that he emanated despite the odds being apparently stacked against him made them slightly cautious.

"Who are you to go against the great Sanguis? Do you not understand that we are not something someone like you can go against, whoever you are."

Laughter erupted throughout the room, as Bazel desperately wiped the tears from his eyes.

"You, did you lot not get the memo? I am Bazel Vasa, the very same man who led the attack on your previous stronghold. I am clearly not one to care for empty threats. Well, whatever, you are already dead anyways."

Four spiral lances made of shadow shot forth from behind him and instantly split the heads of four targets who could not even react to the attack.

The lances then turned into four scythes that began to reap the lives of all the Sanguis members like they were nothing more than chopped vegetables.

"See how fragile life is, Isolda? These were all living and breathing people, but now look at them. Revolting and disgusting pieces of mangled flesh. When you die, this is what you will become.

"Not something to be sought after, no?"

Isolda was not in a position to respond, of course, for her hands were covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face as she witnessed the horrors in front of her. Not to mention that she was being choked by the smell, the smell of living entities being opened up from the outside in and having their inner contents spilled all over the floor.

From the door behind the Sanguis members, who were all but dead at this point, a swarm of bats came crashing in and through the door.

Hovering in midair above the carnage, the bats swarmed together closer and closer as they turned into the figure of a man.

Said man then dropped down, his boots squishing some entrails he had happened to land upon, which only angered him further.

Looking at the three apparent causes of the disaster in front of him, he shook with rage and said,

"WHO DARES!??"

As he uttered such a question, the man pounced forward with two blood red daggers in hand with such speed that he might as well had been gliding along the floor instead of running.

Jumping forward and preparing to flay the three people in front of him to satisfy his righteous fury, he found a black portal appearing in front of him.

Entering one end and coming out the other, he found that he was behind the three now but was still on the same course as before.

His neck was grabbed from behind in an iron grip as a machete came down and relieved him of one of his arms, while his other arm was sliced off by a black scythe that appeared from the ground below him.

"I dare..." whispered a voice from behind the Sanguis man, so soft but oh so full of malevolence and fury.

The man was then thrown into the air, and turned into much the same as all the rest who had gone against Bazel just moments before.

Calming the flames of wrath that was sparked once more, Bazle turned around and resumed pushing Isolda's wheelchair.

Ignoring the sickening sounds of various organs and entrails being crushed under the wheels of the chair that he was pushing along, Bazel said lightly,

"See Isolda, living is much better than death. It is much more...palatable."

And so the three left, leaving bloody footprints and two never ending lines as they went.