Humanity

The wriggling flesh around me disgusted me.

The smell, those creepy eyes blinking one after another while staring, those mouths and tongues formed incomprehensible words that felt like metal grating against my ears.

If someone asked me to describe hell I would show them this sight.

And those demons, they hovered in the air with their 'wings'

If you could even call them 'wings', it was tendrils of flesh wrapped around together to form something like a wing.

Their flesh constantly shifted, the eyes on their face might be on the legs the next moment.

They had no legs, it seemed like someone ripped their legs off from their torso, their exposed spine was extremely long and curled up like a scorpion stinger.

The sight was frightening enough but what made Callon more anxious was their eerie silence and their lack of action.

They just observed these lower lifeforms the way one observes an ant, they were once the sovereign rulers of this world , it was in their blood to be superior to others.

I stared at the human kneeling on the ground,

His head hung low and his expression hidden,

I had already planned to escape but judging by these demons I don't think they will allow me.

I need him to stand up again and fight, his regeneration can be used as leverage and maybe we can open a gap for me to escape.

Callon face was nuetral as he darted his eyes across both the demons and Cassian, deducing the best outcome and who he should side with.

Either way there was a risk of dying, he is still gambling with his life the demons might not even glance at him and will just kill him without a second thought whereas being with Cassian isn't any safer too.

It was a hard choice for sure but time was not on his side so, he had to make a quick decision.

Callon approached Cassian, he could see faint shivering and sweat soaking Cassian's tunic, was he scared or was he angry at his own helplessness.

Callon didn't know and he didn't want to know,

As long as they could leave this place alive he would be grateful.

Wait that sounds wrong....

Callon? Grateful? Gratitude?

Him?

No he wouldn't, Cassian should be grateful for his help.

'My brain is just tired or I said it accidentally due to fear.'

He chuckled in his mind, he wanted to receive gratitude and showing gratitude to others or even causing a scenario where he had to will go against his code.

He placed a hand on Cassian's shoulder, he did all this in a casual pace, the demons seemed more interested in their conversation than killing them.

Cassian flinched but feeling the warmth eminating from his hand he calmed down.

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Cassian looked at weeping eyes staring at him,

They were bloodshot and their red veins pulsed unnaturally.

The revelation of these being humans was a huge blow to Cassian.

He thought of himself in their position, forever trapped as rotten flesh for eternity, sharing your body with thousands of humans you've known in your life.

Spending an eternity in boredom, being alone but never truly alone.

Being alone doesn't mean much but being alone with no human interaction is what drives one crazy.

Moreover, it is humiliating being reduced to a meat slab and being forced to spent an eternity in this state of being and when discovered being unable to form a word, being unable to convey your feelings, only being able to cry helplessly.

Moreover Cassian was scared, what if he ended up in a state similar to this?

What if this was his fate, to share a fleshy chunk as an body for eternity.

Horrifying.

He wasn't feeling disgust, pity nor helplessness for them.

He was feeling afraid for himself.

Callon's hand on his shoulder snapped him out.

He wanted to look back, he wanted to see Callon's and atleast get some words of encouragement for his current state of mind.

But he got none.

He was lifted from the floor and forced onto stand on his leg and then Callon let go.

The sudden change almost made him lose his balance, his mind was still on the fleshy mass.

The suffocating stench didn't bother him, the unmoving demons didn't bother, the countless blinking eyes, screaming mouths and twitching tongues didn't bother him.

What bothers him?

A fate as worse as this.

The quiet room because filled with blood curdling screams, Callon's face twitched in irritation and the demons were taken by suprise.

The scream brought Cassian back to his senses as he ran towards Callon and collided into him.

They both fell into the floor, flesh bubble appeared all over the area, they burst with a unknown liquid with an even more strong stench.

The flesh around them softened and tentacles wrapped around them and snatched them deep into the fleshy mass.

"He found out about the heart!?"

The guardian asked but the flesh didn't respond to him.

Realisation settled in his heart and he roared a command, "Find them before they destroy the heart!"

The demon charged towards the ground,

The flesh moved away which formed a tunnel for them to pass through.

His hands clenched, to activate this mass of flesh he had to waste centuries of effort,

All that to capture that human.

'His blood is blessed by divinity.'

Perfect for his future plans but the heap of flesh turned against him.

He wanted to strike earlier but the transformation was too abrupt and needed some time to adjust, he was trying to delay with his intimidation tactics.

"Even if they are a mindless mass of flesh their tenacity truly embodies Adam's nature."

I had to admit he was charismatic and strong,

I even saw him as a brother.

The red light disappeared, their pitiful attempt to limit my vision was laughable.

I flew through the tunnel, pulsating veins bursted open and sprayed me with acidic blood but it was futile.

'The queen made this flesh mass with increased sensitivity even breathing feels like glass shards stabbing your lungs.'

As I reached a certain point, I stopped and turned to the left, I used my claws to tear apart the walls and made my way through.

...

Blood spilled as I tore the last piece of flesh which led me to a room which was similar to the one on the surface.

However this room was filled with arteries and veins, they all connected a single beating heart which was the size of a war horse.

It was twisted in unnatural ways, blood was barely pumping and the moment I entered countless eyes locked onto me.

I also noticed my troops had reached this area earlier than me and judging by the fact that they are nowhere to be seen, it means that they escaped.

I approached the heart, I raised my claw and gently placed it on the heart which made it twitch.

The eyes surrounding the room looked at this with boredom, they knew I was trying to tease them.

"You chose their survival over ending your suffering?"

My voice echoed with a hint of amusement and confusion.

Destroying the heart would free them from their sufferings and those two could definitely do it.

But it didn't lead them here.

The moment it dies they can't be protected anymore.

They chose the survival of those two over themselves.

They answered my every beck and call live an obedient slave but when it came to their blood they retaliated.

They paved the way for their descendant with their own flesh and blood so he could escape.

That's what caused humanity to prosper.

That's how humanity whom were born from sins, the diluted blood of demons were able to carve their name in history.

I gripped the heart tightly, the mouth around me gasped but they didn't grunt or cry in pain,

They laughed.

They laughed like a lunatic, they were laughing at me.

If I kill them, wouldn't I be helping them?

And even if I don't, they have already gotten used to pain.

Humanity was more sinful than their ancestors.

Their sheer tenacity and tactics caused the world to bleed in agony.

Even gods weren't able to erase them.

'Like mana, they are a force of nature.'

Humanity truly embodied Adam.