191 David Armand Perspective 1/2; Athetosea Great War Aftermath (1/2)
[David Armand Perspective] [Elemental Knight of Fire Perspective] [Athetosea Great War Aftermath] [1/2]
As I opened my eyes, I only found a barren land… The only thing there was a deep crimson color…
When I kneeled and touched the dirt, a strong smell of blood filled my nostrils.
Intoxicating… Nauseating… I suddenly felt as if the air became thicker and the sky suddenly turned deep black.
The terrible odor of the blood, of the splattered and smashed flesh against the dirt… the broken weapons… the suffering…
Their faces… Full of despair… They couldn't even close their eyes as they died…
The piles of corpses amounted thousands… Thousands of people dying horribly, suffering…
I couldn't even move, a terrible pain assaulted my heart, I felt as if it was being burned to ashes, bit by bit, completely…
In my own desire to live, I crawled... I struggled, even if I had to move the piles of corpses out of my way… I had to escape... This place, this pain, this suffering…
I crawled and crawled… But the sky never showed a hint of light, the barren and bloody land seemed endless, an endless sea of blood and death.
When will I escape?
Am I destined to be here?
Suddenly, I felt the warm hands of someone I recognized… Emma, Beatrice…
The fair skin, the beautifully painted nails in light and adorable colors… Their sweet scent.
As I glanced were these hands originated, there wasn't a body, but their detached arms, holding tightly of my shoulders.
I once again felt an incredible fear… The pain in my heart intensified as I tried to take these arms from my shoulders, however, they tightly grabbed from me and didn't let me go, they suddenly began to crawl like spiders as the two arms tried to asphyxiate me.
The arms were strong and the pain of my heart didn't let me fight back… I slowly felt as the air in my lungs depleted… My mind became fuzzy and my vision cloudy…
Emma… Beatrice… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…
I deserve this… Kill me… I want to die as well… Let us meet once again… In the afterlife…
However, as I was finally going to die, the hands banished in ashes as the wind scattered them...
”Emma… Beatrice! No! Don't leave me…! Let me die! I want to be with both of you! I can't…! I can't keep on living…! I simply can't…!”
Suddenly, the deep dark sky opened for a moment, to reveal a gigantic multi-colored eye. All the colors of the rainbow were there, their blinding light was overwhelming, I could feel my eyes being fried by just staring.
A massive hand descended, made of a strange rainbow-colored liquid, it grabbed on me, as the eye in the sky opened into a giant jaw, filled with bloody fangs and thousands of tongues, in the being's throat, there was an endless abyss…
I yelled as loud as I could, but my mouth couldn't produce a single voice… As the jaws approached me, I would have preferred to die strangled by Emma and Beatrice than by this beast…
This beast… This beast is the one who took them from my life…
And now… It will take as well… To an endless void of despair…
As the void engulfed me, I fell endlessly…
However, in that void, a strange dot of light tried to come at me…
The light approached me with a gentle demeanor… Who are you?
”Da…!”
Da…?
”Davi…!”
Davi… Who is Davi… Who I am? I…
”David!”
David?
”Master David! Please wake up!”
Flash!
The light engulfed me as I managed to open my eyes at last, and I found Blaire at my left side, while my mother, father, and sisters were on my right side, crying.
”Master David! You are not alone! You are not alone!”
Blaire suddenly embraced me in a warm hug as she cried in my shoulders.
”Master David… Don't cry… Don't cry…”
Was I… crying?
I realized that my eyes were wet and that my whole face was moist…
”My son!”
”Brother…!”
My parents and my sisters jumped over me as they embraced me in a tight hug as well.
”Please David, don't cry anymore… We can't… We can't…”
”Brother… Don't be sad… Snif…”
”Was I dreaming this whole time…? But I…”
Blaire suddenly cried out loud, as her eyes cried intensively.
”You were! Master David, you suffer so much… Snif…”
”Blaire… I just… I was having a dream... It was so horrible… I… Emma… B-Beatrice… They were… They are dead, right? All of this wasn't just a dream… Right?”
My father cried over my head as he caressed me with his trembling but robust hands.
”My son… It wasn't a dream… It was never a dream… They… And Wallace as well…”
”Father… Ooh… Aaah… N-Noo! Ooh”
I couldn't help but cry, remembering the death of my beloved Emma and Beatrice, the death of my master and mentor… All in front of me… And I… I couldn't do anything…
”I am so weak… I am so weak… I'm so sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…”
”Don't cry anymore, my son…”