Days passed since Susanoo’s summoning and awakening. He still threw aside the thought of finding his “master” to explore more of Utopia. The day started to end when he made his way to the residential district, leaving behind a path of fearful or intimidated NPCs in his wake. The setting sun lit their faces twisted in horror. These emotions fed the god. More. The bodies of the weak shook, a crestfallen expression on their faces. More. He could only imagine the thoughts racing through their heads as he terrorized them. Who was he? Why was he doing this? Would today be their last day alive? …Would anyone recognize their remains? MORE.
While his “master” was his tie to this world, the negative emotions of others was core to his being. A good dose does his soul good. Knocking around the weak will be a good warmup. Then he can focus his newfound energy on the stronger targets. Climb his way to the top; putting the “messengers” out of commission as he did the Takamagahara System; using the GRAIL’s power to reduce the world back to chaos.
The god noted the NPCs that began to run; some of them screamed bloody murder. Others looked as if they forgot how to run. One tripped over his untied shoelaces. His last mistake.
Susanoo began a slow walk towards the fallen boy. Tears welled up in the boy’s eyes. He tried to crawl backwards away from the monster. Screamed at the god to stay away from him. He turned on his belly. Trying to crawl faster. He desperately clawed at the ground. He left bloody scratches as adrenaline ignored the pain. He turned his head to see his progress. He was stopped short by a clawed foot stomping on his back.
It knocked the wind out of the boy. His mind was scrambled. Get away. He had to get away. He groveled. The foot pressed harder. The claws begun to dig into his body. Blood pooled from the punctures. The god bored of the boys attempts and forced all his weight down. Bones snapped. Split. Broke. Organs ruptured. The foot met the ground.
Among the screams, one grew louder and higher in pitch. It was a woman, sobbing at the sight. A man trying to pull her away from the danger. But, her eyes were focused on the boy’s twitching body.
Susanoo pulled his foot from the body underneath him and wiped it on the ground, getting the pieces of intestines off his foot. Then he pounced. He was on the couple in an instant.
The claws he sported on his hands met their bodies and continued through the air like knife through butter. The couple fell to the ground in four pieces, their expressions locked in shock and agony. The blood from their corpses splashed onto his torso and leg armor.
He let out a twisted laugh of glee before glaring down at the remains.
“You should be grateful! One who cannot stand up to me deserves to perish! Their offspring would only be more food for my blade!”
Now he waits. He will wait for a “hero” to come and try to stop his rampage.
She couldn’t help but marvel at how much detail went into making it seem no different than the one she had come from. Everything from the food, to the structures, and even the weather all held a sense of familiarity and brought her a small amount of comfort. Even as she walks home, she cannot help but smile as she gazes up at the night sky and sees the stars above her.
Though alone for a majority of her walk, it was not long until she stumbled upon another, standing in the middle of the path before her. Her steps stopped, taking in the person before, her trying to gauge if caution was necessary or not. Her servant had warned her to be mindful of those around them, but presently it did not appear as though she had anything to worry about.
Having sensed her presence, the nation soon found herself staring into the golden eyes of the one in front of her who had turned to face her now. Suddenly feeling flustered at having been caught staring, she quickly turned away, casting her gaze back at the sky above.
“Ah ha, you know it’s kind of funny when you think about how much effort went into making this place seem so realistic, don’t you think?”
A poor excuse for a conversation topic, but anything was better than the awkward tension that threatened to settle in.
