Genre: Sci-fi, Action, Romance, Mystery, Horror, Tragedy, Fiction
Synopsis:
The monster called humex attacks the world and Timeus, one of the people who killed those monsters, tried to find the main culprit who killed his parents among them.
Asharika, the exact opposite of Timeus, hopes to make the humex turn back to being a human again.
But their world turn upside down as they discover the real truth.
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PROLOGUE
In a dark room, the smell of rust and spoiled meat is floating in the air, as it penetrates the nose. And the sound of groaning and whimpering of a woman, who is on a verge of dying, can be heard.
The woman looks at him, as she tries to break free from his grasp, around her neck, as the man, who is looking at her, treats her like she was not a human.
She is already having a hard time breathing, as the air that enters her head and lungs, turns thinner and thinner. And the feeling of the drying up of her throat, from her choking neck, made her have a hard time trying to speak up as the blood goes up to her head. She looks at him with her eyes in tears that were about to drop, as her face contorts in pain and disbelief. "W-why?" She asks between her gritted teeth, in a hoarse voice. She was trying her best to keep herself alive, from the grasp of the man, who is holding her neck.
The man in front of her is not a human, he is a monster.
With his long silver hair that reflected the light outside, a handsome face that is smeared with the dark vibrant color of blood, and black sclera that hugging those bloody color of his pupil. On his teeth is a pearly white fang that is ruined with the dark red color embracing them. He has a masculine face that seems sculpted perfectly by a great artist, a perfect pointy nose, and pale lips tinted with the blood that almost dried up.
His hand has a long black nail, that holding around her neck, has a visible green vein that emphasizes his pale white skin.
He has a perfectly sculpted body, but it was painted with both dry blood and fresh blood. Even the pants he is wearing has a splash on them.
He looks majestic, like a god that went down to earth, but she knows it was not.
The man rather hearing her question, tightens his grip around her neck, with greater strength he just used now. He looks at her with those dead and cold eyes.
The place where they are was a pool of blood, and among those that drench in it were the people who used to be with this monster, with their scattered body parts on the ground, while the others can't be found.
When the man felt that the woman in his grasp doesn't breathe anymore, he let her go. When he saw that she was about to fall down the floor, he catches her.
He then looks around and then carries the last woman he just killed.
He walks to the pool of blood, and every time he walks on the dry floor, it creates a bloody footprint.
He walks as he carries her in a bridal carry, planning to also eat her, to his compartment.
He then lay her on a solid bed, and then looks at her, and caress her face. He doesn't understand why he wants to eat her but feels that he shouldn't. He doesn't understand why also he needs to kill, and eat, but he knows that if he also does it to her, he will regret it deeply.
But she smells nice and delicious.
His Adams' apple blob up and down, as the smell of her, penetrate his nostril...
He licks his fangs then lowers his face, as he smells and then licks her face. Starting from her forehead to her eyes, nose, and lips. When he is at her neck, he sniffs it as he licks his lip, and opens his mouth to take a bite...