Disgusting

When they saw me and pursued me relentlessly, I had the impression that while they were stalking me, they also forced me to take a specific route.

In this singular place where they forced me to go, I felt glances, morbid breaths enveloping me, and this without having noticed anyone or the least sign of life. But the disturbing sensations persisted, and with the minutes, the anxiety ended up dominating me totally. I also noticed that I was far away from the city of Orios, then just as crazy, I didn't notice any presence. When I joined a road in rather bad state bordering a ravine whose bottom was out of sight, the feeling of isolation which tortured me, was at its height.

And without understanding what was happening, I was suddenly taken by dizziness and nausea, so violent that I thought I would faint. Everything was spinning around me, while I felt the earth trembling, suffering for an unknown cause.

I was inexorably brought closer to the ravine without being able to stop myself, and without being able to stop my pain. And soon, despite my feeble attempts to evade this obvious capture, I fell into the ravine.

So this was their plan, the plan of my most recent pursuers, to take me to where their master, or at least a superior, lived.

I wondered how many times a being, human or magical, would have to come close to death before it would take you away completely in these death webs. For me at least, it was the fifth time. The face of death that approached mine, a smile of rapture on its lips at the joy of a newcomer joining these victims, manifested itself with morbid clarity. But it was not my destiny to give her satisfaction, and perhaps it was as much my choice not to want to know her at that moment.

In my fall, I felt the weight of that fate being lifted from me as I felt two arms wrap around my body and pull me back to the path of life,

- Why do I have to keep saving you?

I saw him leaning towards me, concern and annoyance reflected in those eyes bluer than the sky itself in the most beautiful season, those eyes I had become sick of. Then, resting on the wall, the one opposite the dusty road, I noticed, unhappily, that he was also, in spite of his smugness and his arrogance, in a poor state.

- Thank you Seiran, for all the times you had to go out of your way to save my life...I am almost always at fault, forgive me.

He smiled at me, as if in spite of himself, briefly, but which opened the doors of wonders to me. Wonders so endearing and...different from those that this other, so distant and sophisticated, had revealed to him for a short time.

But the anxiety did not leave my body, and I guessed that this anxiety was about something else than me.

- Why? How did...?

But I couldn't finish my questions, because what the ruler was so afraid of came. A terrifying earthquake that surprised us occurred and propelled us far away, while ochre smoke came out of the earth, before everything around us started to collapse. As one would expect from the ruler of the flying, he had the ability to quickly transform himself into a magnificent winged creature, and flew right over his thick rock falls that nearly crushed and buried us, and got us out of there in no time. So, this time, I thought I had permission to believe that we had definitely escaped the danger.

But alas, the real nightmare was only to come.

In front of our eyes, which had become dark and haunted by a justified terror, the waves of rocks and dust were dying, and they gathered to take the shape of a giant, an authentic allegory of horror. I couldn't believe that something so terrible could exist, could be created. His body was decomposed like that of a corpse left to rot in a swamp for days, at the mercy of cruel nature.

Not to mention the smell, so putrid, that my nausea returned more violent and painful than ever.

As fast as it was gigantic, this disgusting monster easily caught Seiran without him having any chance to dodge or defend himself. I was thrown out of the way and almost fell back into the abyss of horror if he hadn't grabbed me with his other free hand. The sensation of his touch was so sordid that I bit my lip in blood, then his claws scratched me painfully, that I screamed in pain. The flesh titan had no eyes, but I had the impression that he could see us even better. But even at this stage of the already desperate situation, it wasn't over yet, far from it. As I had heard Dirius say somewhere before, the giants were only the slaves of the black masters.

I finally understood the meaning of these words when I saw the titan bend over, and I later understood the reason for this. He bent over completely to allow something foul to come out of his back, a monster giving birth to a monster. A yellowish cocoon appeared from his back, filled with web. Then legs began to pierce it from the inside, legs like the ones that always accompanied me in my nightmares. Black, long, velvety, thorny. Then his repulsive body tore the remains of this mutation shelter. This repulsive insect body, the most repulsive that I think nature has ever created, the shape of a spider, but with a head and a mind similar to ours, without forgetting the eyes of the same tone as its shelter of fecundity darting on these hostages. He circulated on the body of his large slave, moving with ease.

He approached Seiran first, smelling his face, his body, I saw all the expressions of repugnance and contempt that could have existed in this world pass over his face and in the end he murmured horrible things: