(??????)
The air thickened as a person's voice echoed throughout the hollow chambers of nothingness, as the sounds of smashing of bones echoed in the nothingness,
The person's chains binded him to the ground, with his charred-legs drenched in blood, as now the ground was glittering with crimson mud, and the-sky with two crescent–golden moons towering over his head like a crown from above—far in the abyss. His voice came out ragged,hoarse and trembling as he spoke to ??????.
"Ah! This smell,... I want it,I want it,I want it, i want it, i want it, i want it, I want it, I want it, I want it" please I beg of you ********am"
He then sank his head to his knees, the chains rattling with every bit-of his motion as he tried to stand again, but failed as his voice now came– almost pleading....
"Lis..te...n, who are nothing in this everything, g..ive your everything to this madness, be unslave...d, be unmade, and let it take you"
All hail death-
Let's lose ourself in this madness—
As he began to chant it in every language, every dialect, desperately searching for it in the words, for the thing he wanted since being ********.
"Muerte... Mort..Tod,..... Morte, ....Dood, Död, .....Dauði, Kuolema, Surm, Nāve, Mirtis, Смерть, Śmierć, Smrt, .....Смърт, Θάνατος, Vdekje, Ö. Mir. , मृत्यु, মৃত্যু, ମୃତ୍ୟୁ, मृत्.....यू, મૃત્યુ, મરણ, ਮ...ੌਤ, මරණය, मृत्यु, 'Chi ba—, Kò̩sìkù—, သေ, ความตาย, ຄວາມຕາຍ, មរណភាព, Cái chết, 死, 죽음, Үхэл, Өлім, O'lim, Ölüm, Өлүм, Марг, Kemat.....ian, K....amatayan, Kamatayon, Pati, Fahafatesana, Kifo, Ukufa, Rufu, Lefu, Ikú, Ọnwụ, Mutuwa, ሞት,..... Geeri, Tamut, , Maliu, Miquiztli, Wañuy, J....iwaki, Lan, Mano, ᎤᏲᏟ,..... Ádíílwowí, Mors, Mortem..... Thanatos, Nekros, Lo....kh, Maras, Śm...ierćka, Döð, ....Nefas, Mati, Maut, Qabar, Fān, K . .atig, Kufunika, Murú, Morto, Teng, Hara, Veda, Fi....nis, Mele, Shibō, Ujash...., Ulomo—, Nêre, Bitti..., Maji, Zúm, Kùlú, Mortis, Dekh, Mar....a, Marna, Maranē, Hagy, Mortha, Qēl, Ölü, Mōra,..., Mautra, Máre, Maŭr, Vam, Heth, Neth...."
"All ha...i..l.... DEATH"
—as he laughed, seemingly dancing on the edges of his sanity.
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(Lucas pov)
I woke up feeling little better than last time, the towel–which now had gone cold still clung to my body, I forced myself to move, to find something to wear as I couldn't let anyone see me in this state if there was even someone,
Yeah,"definitely not!"
For a moment I though I would be zapped! away to my world but it seemed like the "being" or hell! the mask or whatever it was, didn't plan to bring me back, and speaking of the mask, where the hell is that goddamn cursed thing gone to?
And as I headed towards the hallway muttering to myself about the rich-lifestyle I was about to live—
I pushed myself for a final time as I stumbled across a room with modern looking paintings that an idiot like me probably wouldn't understand and a cool wardrobe,
Just when I touched something that seemed like a handle,
hiss~
It opened itself automatically, sliding from one to another end effortlessly,
Inside, I found a drawer with clothes arranged neatly in a rectangular slab,
Quickly putting on the black hoodie and pants that seemed to fit perfect-mentally,
I turned to check myself in mirror to get a better view than previous time,
Then i saw the mirror..
White hair, my hair had turned completely white that curling slightly around the edges,
I gasped.... weren't they black? I whispered to myself, and purple eyes that shone like amethyst under the sunlight,
But now i couldn't afford to waste time gawking at my glow-up, as i had to know where the hell i was isekaied to,
There were many questions in my mind and i had to find the, damn answers.
Quickly running my eyes through the room,
There! I noticed a sleek laptop resting on the surface of a desk,
"shall we begin then.."
I quickly pulled the chair and sat on it, as i pushed and opened it—the screen flickered to life.
The moment my fingers touched the touchpad a soft chime ringed and text appeared,
"Welcome back Raviel"
Raviel.. huh! So this body's name is Raviel, the name felt familiarly-unfamiliar in my mouth,
I clicked around opening few apps, but one app caught my attention, ORACLE the name felt very much familiar like it was at the back of my head but i couldn't place it together,
I needed to open it..
The moment I did shock struck.....
The homepage loaded and on the top-named, trendy-topics images popped,
I recognized them instantly, my breath caught Nova Academy.
I stared, frozen as i knew now-very much so about where the hell i was,
I was inside my goddamn favorite novel,
"The last Inheritor"
And more importantly i was an extra character which was both good-and-bad as i knew i wasn't in any dangerous position but more importantly i was in a life-endangering position, as this novel really liked to kill its cannon-fodders in umm.. very creative ways.
I pressed my back against the chair, as i knew what dangers existed in this world.
This world had mana like any other magical world but was invaded by "abysswalkers" born from corrupted mana-souls in the "Voidrealm"
And guess what?
They hunted the demon race first because of their corrupted-mana and nearly made them go extinct and those who survived, mutated into beings capable of harnessing pure-mana
This was also the main reason this novel got recognization along with its world-lore and characters,
And being an nameless extra in this type of story meant one thing: DOOM. utter doom,
I calmed myself down, and with a hesitant voice I muttered the thing which would now determine my level-worthy of creative death in this world,
STATUS!