6. A: The Cruel March Of Abominations

A scene of purgatory and a true hell on earth... Or whatever this place is called.

Still, names and jokes aside, the scene down there was truly fiendish, mad, and well,... beautiful too I guess.

In a twisted and cruel way, but still beautiful nevertheless. That scene down there... Of a dirty floor filled with shredded flesh and spelt blood, only for a storm of black lightning to engulf it all, and a collection of guilty hands to taint everything, as steadily one by one they crawled out...

A pile of twisted memories, and a hoard of distorted emotions, one by one they crawled out of the endless mist, climbing the spiraling staircases upward and in waves...

As tens, hundreds, and even thousands of abominations moved on as one... No, I take that back. After all, down there in that fiendish scene, I can see a teddy bear.

It’s covered in pulsing veins and ugly tentacles, but it’s still a teddy bear. Correction, it was still a teddy bear until... SpLaAt. A gigantic foot flattened the poor creature into a foul-smelling meat paste, before then moving on.

And so, one by one, here and there... Similar scenes were depicted, of poor things stepped on, of ugly things munched on, nevertheless... The March of Abominations kept creeping forward, with tens, hundreds, and even thousands of beasts... They all moving on and on, fighting on and on, with no sleep, with no break... They all kept crawling upward, as the echo of their steps and the growl of their hunger filled the world... Or well, it almost did. If not for the cries of pain and wails of anger deafening everything else.

And as such, pathetically and pitifully, that painting of hell, that march of cruelty... It was forcefully concluded... Ah, but I guess it’s not that bad considering that what replaced the hellish scene of cruelty was nothing but a more crueler and vicious scene of... War? Massacre? Extermination?

... Nah, I guess it’s more like a blind god stepping on mortals, or a random kid crushing ants. So simply put, it was a pathetic and one-sided game, where one then ten and even hundreds and thousands of beasts were climbing up the stairs at once only to then get stopped by... What? God? No, I mean, yes, it’s technically a divine beast, but...

I don’t know... I would at most say it looks like a Mini All-For-One blocking all those waves of abominations from climbing up the stairs. Ah, but of course, that if we exclude the daddy issues part and the fact that instead of blocking others from climbing, it’s the opposite here, with the waves of abominations blocking the kid from descending. Still, back to the topic...

One then ten, then hundreds and even thousands of crushed limbs and of disfigured corpses covered the endless stairs, but even then...

‘It’ kept moving forward stepping on blood and flesh. With the size of a kid, with the appearance of a child, neither a boy nor a girl, ‘it’, a shadow of someone lost, and a doll of something vast kept moving forward, as if following the song ringing in its ears. Still, is it due to its short life affecting it? Maybe the touch of that ‘Thing’ distorting it? Or is it simply the anger from this place’s flow still rejecting it?

Well, whatever the reason, ‘it’ was getting annoyed, angry, anxious, and more as it gritted its sharp teeth, growled, and then with an unending frustration, ‘It’ roared as...

“GAhAaaAHhH…!!”

CrAcK. BoOm... The nameless child of Oblivion crushed everything around it and went flying. Through the limitless stairs getting vaster and vaster, and to the next waves of abominations drawing closer and closer, and so... Once again it started, a tantrum of a child, and a race against time as the whistling childish missile broke through the lines of abominations and then with a loud explosion and pulse of blue lightning spreading everywhere... ‘It’ crashed down cracking the floor and evaporating the beasts.... again, and again, as the kid shamelessly and tirelessly repeated the same pattern.

Taking a step forward distorting the space, and then unleashing everything in a berserk overflow of aura. Truly a cute, simple, and effective plan, but...

‘It’s... Naive.’

“?...”

Attempting to carve a path through the waves like that is naive. And as proof, here it is starting...

“Guhhh... ?”

Their Counterflow. Releasing that or maybe simply feeling the threat, ‘it’, the incomplete avatar of Ferocious Childishness suddenly flinched in place for a moment, and then with blue lighting engulfing its small figure once more, ‘it’ instantly took a step forward, cracking the floor and piercing the air again, but...

‘It’s... too late.’

Ssshhh. SplAsh.

But before the kid could even reach the next wave of abominations, it was instantly swept. In a suddenly rising mass of pulsing flesh and blood, that is.