Arc 2 Chapter 173 Pain

Important~~~(This chapter gets a bit dark!!!!~)

~Pov Ragnar~ (First person)

White, white as far as my eyes could see. Then something happened, slowly but surely other colors appeared, all with their unique shapes. One that stood out to me was a small darkish purple sphere. Unlike the other colors it was small, meek even. While the other colors were free from the white aspect surrounding them, this little color had a small white hemisphere covering it, almost like it was protecting it from the other colors. Days, years eons, who knows how long I watched the little dark sphere grow. It was becoming more like the other colors each day, yet the white layer protecting it didn't disappear.

Than one day, like any other something changed. The white hemisphere around the sphere disappeared unannounced. Than like wolves the other colors attacked. The little dark sphere was being torn to shreds, obliterated from the white space. One color, almost as white as the surrounding space, with only a hint of yellow came to the dark color. A looming doom was approaching the dark sphere, than all of a sudden something strange happened. A colorless substance appeared. Its size bigger than all other colors, its might beyond even the yellowish color. The colorless substance attacked the yellowish color and than the yellowish color disappeared. It's power's dwindled and the other colors fled the scene. But it was to late for the dark colored sphere, it was dissipating at a noticeable rate, so the colorless being embraced the dark sphere and both disappeared.

A tremendous pain brought me out of that place, bringing me back to reality.

"Did you see, did you see. It's at fault for the lord's death, if it wasn't for that monster, you would be dead, the lord would be alive, spreading its glory and wisdom to all of us. But you, you and your cursed race, they ruined everything. So we will ruin them, kill every single last survivor. We allowed them live till now, but even that was to much!" The sock thing said to me and took out something from one of its weird holes.

"Do you know what this is? Of course you don't!" The sock said and showed me a vial with a strange liquid that constantly changed color. "This is Hypocritania, a very useful liquid when torturing someone. This thing makes any being revert back into what a being feel most comfortable in, what they truly see themselves as. In this form a being is at its most vulnerable state and pain is much worse!" The sock told me and pored the liquid on my sphere of purple dark liquid. The second I intertwined with the Hypocritania I felt super uncomfortable. I lost control over my body and my little sphere of water turned into a human. I was back to my human form and I mean back. I couldn't see like I used to and I'm back to seeing through the eyes.

"Disgusting, why are you human, don't soil this marvelous race, this perfection! Not after what your race did!" The sock said and punched me in the face. I could feel my nose break and blood pour on my face. While the force from the punch had pushed my head against the hardened sock wall and caused a concussion. But it didn't stop there, it punched me over and over again, not bothering to heal my injuries. If I died now it wouldn't matter in the long run.

I quickly lost energy to stay awake and started to pass out between its punches and after who knows how long it stopped. My eyes weren't working properly and I think one of them popped from the force behind its punches.

".. wont.. I ... alive!" It said, the words escaping my ears. I could barley hear what it said and the words I somewhat heard through the tremendous ringing in my ears were shortly forgotten.

I felt a sharp object go into my right arm, then I felt a weird pull. Then the feeling disappeared.

"..perfect....hurt!" I heard before a sharp object entered my mangled left arm and then everything went white.

I regained consciousness seconds later and wanted to scream but currently lacked the capacity for that. My tongue most have been bitten of sometime ago by accident.

I felt a acid like liquid running through my veins, breaking down everything in it's path, before remaking it. This went all the way through my body, destroying my heart and rebuilding it, same with my brain. After the liquid was done it disappeared and I had regained all my lost parts.

"Now isn't that better? From now on after every session I will give you this good old thing." The sock said showing me an empty syringe. "Now let's go back to work, hmm, what to do. Maybe I can.. no, no, that would be to nice... yes that's it. Hahaha, I'm a genius, wait here for me boy." The sock said and started to walk away, only to stop and turn around. "My, my, sorry I got to exited, can't leave my guest without any form of entertainment!" The sock said and walked up to my sorry state. "Here take this, it's sure to make you feel better!" It said and stabbed another syringe into me.

I could partly see the sock walk away as my vision began to blur and an irresistible itch spread through my body, even my eyes. I struggled to free myself to scratch my itch, but I couldn't get free, I was stuck. I was being driven to madness by the itch, it never stopped, it only got worse and worse.

I was gaining marks from chains binding me to the sock wall. My constant fight to move my arms, legs and any kind of limb made the chains dig into my flesh and caused slight bleeding and flesh wounds after some time. I felt every movement I did scrape of some skin, or flesh, but I couldn't stop. At least the chains could scratch some of my itchy parts.

Time was moving way to slow in my perception and it felt like years before the sock return. Upon its arrival I actually felt relief. Maybe it could end my suffering, anything would be better than that itch.

"Haha, looked at you all crazed. Don't you worry, the itch is going to stop real soon!" The sock said to me, with a hint of sarcasm in the end. Something I couldn't be bothered to note.

"You see this my vile, disgusting little experiment? This is a syringe and inside of it is a special kind of medicine!" It said to me and grabbed my head and tilling it upwards to see it. "Now you see, in the good old days when our lord and savior was running rampage with your 'father' we used to play with our enemies. We experimented on them and searched for the most efficient way to inflict as much pain as possible and came to this little thing in my hand. We call it 'TRE' short for Time Raptor Exterminator. Now brace yourself because this is going to be one hell of a ride!" It told me and launched the syringe into my eye, before pushing in the liquid into my eye.

For the first time I roared in pain and started spasming in my chains. The human form I had obtained under these hours or days disappeared and I became a bubble of Nightwater again.

I felt my very essence fighting me, trying to rip me apart. Slowly but surely I wasn't able to stay awake, even with my sixth dimensional form regained and I passed out.

'Where am I?' I thought, as I regained consciousness in a weird place.

~Pov Ragnar~ (Third person)

Ragnar appeared on a surface made out of Nightwater. It was thick and wiggly acting like normal water, but with the density of rocks. His head was hurting, but he still managed to snap up on a conversation.

"Mom when is uncle coming?" A young kid asked its mother. She was laying in her mother's arms, tears poring down her eyes. Every second she would flinch from explosions and loud sounds from the distance.

More and more objects and people started taking shape in front of Ragnar's eyes. The more he saw, the less he understood.

"He's coming soon!" The mother said and tightened her embrace around her daughter. Grief could be seen in her eyes, as she tried to cling onto her child.

"What about dad, is he coming too?" The kid asked and the mother paused for a moment before small droplets fell from her eyes onto her daughter. "No, no father isn't coming with us!" She said, he voice cracking as she broke the news to her daughter.

"Then will he be joining us later?" The little girl asked, curious as to why her mother seemed so down. "No he won't!" She said and stood up, carrying her daughter. She started running to a man seen crawling towards them.

Around them many others were crying, or preparing to leave. That's when the uncle yelled. "No don't come closer, run! Run they're coming!" His words started a mass panic as hundreds of people started to created weird lights around them and manipulating them to circulate them and their loved ones. Some even managed to leave before chaos broke out. A wall separating the hideout from the outside world was broken down and screams came from the outside.

"We found them, capture the young and kill the old!" Someone yelled and came running inside with a glass in hand. The glass shot out electricity hitting everything it managed to connect to. Thankfully many managed to escape, but the mother and daughter duo weren't so lucky.

On of the people invading rushed up to them and grabbed the mother by the neck and smashed her down on the ground, choking her.

"Mom!" The daughter yelled and tried to wrestle with the being attacking her mother, but all she got in response was a fist in her face sending her tumbling on the ground.

"Run!" The mother yelled to her daughter in the moment of freedom from one of the hands claiming her life. But her wishful words came a bit to late.

Another one had noticed them and cane running. It grabbed the girl by the head and forced her to look up before shoveling a syringe into the kids eye.

As she started to spasm and scream in pain so did Ragnar. The pain he had felt when coming to this place multiplied and he fell to the floor, losing to gravity.

~Pov Ragnar~ (First person)

I woke up and instantly started to spasm again, my whole body was tarring me apart from the inside.

"Beautiful isn't it? This little thing known as TRE shows you the suffering of your kind! This is what we will be doing from now on my good old mistake! You will see the suffering of your people over and over again. Maybe you'll even see something you'd rather not see!" It said and lifted my head again and launched a syringe in my functional eye, making me blind. I didn't even stop myself to wonder why I was in human form again.

(Third person)

Like this many days passed and Ragnar experienced the worst of both his kinds. He saw what his people had done to each other over and over again in different scenarios. It drove him mad, made him angry. But he pain in between brought him out of that anger. The best moments, the ones he looked forward to was the Hypocritania being inserted into him. In these moments he felt slightly at peace. No bad visions, no extreme pain, just peace and quiet and after some day Ratri finally came to the rescue.

(Author here: A bit dark, yes. Anyways hope you liked the chapter! New chapter for (The Deity) tomorrow and hope you have a great day, author out :) )