Other World Chimera
What he hates most

Names have been called, gates opened and chains removed. In the darkest depths something awoke. It was called to bring all its murkans into the world. Been content to lie down and rest, never to be woken up again. But the world does not allow it. Hate, he hates, that's all he does, that's all he can do, and that's all he can do, hate.

Kurama watched as the world died around her. The clear lake water once again turned into a pitch black hole full of hatred. The lush green clump turned into ash and ash as the ground blackened and died. The black clouds screamed their wrath in the form of deafening thunder. While the trees become petrified losing their leaves.

Ash fell like gray snow all around. While the endless roaring screams of flames tried to burn the dead forest. It seems that hell and hell need their inhabitants. Kurama has been living with Tomoka for twelve years now, but seeing this now she feels like she never really knew him.

All around him he saw a corpse. The bodies of the same woman were killed in every imaginable way and then more. Some hung around their necks swung softly into the absent wind. The others were stabbed through their asses. A few more had been tied to the tree, sharp wires cutting their flesh as streams of bloody black blood. There were others floating gently inside the turbid water bubbles, their bodies swelling as if they had been there for too long.

The bodies of the same woman lie mutilated, some skinned, others headless. Piles and piles of bodies. Make hills and mountains of rotten meat. Everything looked the same, a woman in her late thirties, tall with brown hair. A pair of round glasses adorned her mottled face making her brown eyes look a little bigger than they really are. He was only wearing a white lab coat with a simple blue shirt and black pants.

Kurama wanted to close her eyes, He wanted to dispel the horror before her. He had killed many humans before, but this far exceeded that. Each corpse looked like a display made by a madman who hated the woman to no end. Who could do something so horrible? That's when Kurama's mind deviates to someone who can.

He remembered when he asked Tomoka about his past life. He remembered how he had talked about himself before as if it was someone else. He remembered the apathy he showed but above all, the hatred that was almost non-existent. At that moment he thought that he had been reminded of someone he hated. He's so wrong and right.

“ ROOOOAAAAAAR! The world is shaking and falling apart. The ground became filled with cracks from which flowed a boiling river of red blood. The initial curse call of what should not be. Every corpse hears it and they will obey it. They moved their dead eyes to the lake with perfect synchronization.

Troops, floods of the dead move towards the lake, each corpse feeding it with their rotten flesh. Black water grew and overflowed, bringing more corpses with him. It used to be a flood of corpses, it became a jet-black rotten flood. It grows and moves as if alive, it moves with purpose.

Kurama can only watch in horror as the flood swallows the library, then the tower where the strange portal is located. Then he saw her moving towards him. He was big, no doubt, Kurama was at least a hundred meters from head to tail. However, this flood made it seem small in comparison. He could do nothing but stare into it as it became even bigger as it approached him.

At a certain point, all Kurama could see in front of him was the pitch darkness of the flood and as he did so, a thought invaded his head. Like a dangerous parasite, he settled there, refusing to leave. With each painful moment it grew in strength until his body acted even before he could understand what he was doing, or rather say.

"A precipice," And with the eyes of the yellow reptile, it stared at him.