The baleful glare of a monster unhinged was the last thing the mindless creature saw before getting its skull smashed in.
Instinctively, the monster had attempted to avoid the colossuses presence, but the demand of its creator had overruled all volition, forcing the being to bound towards the monstrous presence that made its very existence seem like some pitiful dust.
It had dug in its claws within the dirt repeatedly, in an attempt to stop its body from engaging the monster, but the creator was as merciless as they were cowardly and conniving, and so it was swept away to the sight of a monster standing in front of a previous meal, while touching a white flower tenderly.
It thought that it saw tears for a moment on that pale face, before the fury engulfed them.
A blur of black, white and eerie yellow made itself known, the pupils of the narrow eyes slit to almost oblivion while that ghastly hand reached for it, and had it not been for the inborn tenacity and instinct of the creature, they would've been killed in the first strike.
However, as its reinforced skull was smashed into the ground with the impact of what felt to be a meteor, the creature wished it had taken the fatal blow. Scrambling, it tried to turn away, claws and limbs a spasming, jumbling mess that attempted flight—but the snake had caught them, and wouldn't let go.
That hand that still grasped the face slammed the head into the ground once again, and a pitiful shriek tore itself from its throat unwillingly.
"...You ate her."
That cruel hand grabbed one of the creatures spasming limbs, and snapped it like a twig. The creature howled even louder, and the torture that it experience was being viewed with horrified eyes; though the trio had indeed killed animals and people for survival, they'd never seen such... animosity, such...
The only thing they thought of that could relate to the figure of Jörmungandr that bashed and slamming his bloodied fists into the twitching and slowly quieting creature was 'brutality'.
They didn't even get to have a proper look at the creature due to how fast he immobilized him.
"...Was it fun? Did you... like eating her, while she screamed?...Answer. Now. Did you like... killing her?"
Chills crawled up Truth's spine, his eyes widening at the image he saw wrapping around his Patron while his skill [Soul Seek] activated; a reddish yellow serpent wrapped around Jörmungandr's form, the ridges from its scales appearing harsh and indestructible, while it large mouth that was full of jagged and curved teeth gaped open, as if to swallow the insignificant creature.
But that was not was most terrifying.
What was most horrifying, was that it was growing, and that the curled serpent had become so large that Truth had to crane his neck in order to see more of its main and massive body; sections of its mind-boggling body overlapped with each other, and truth be told, he was unable to decipher the beginning or end of this monster.
While his twin and his companion stumbled away because of the brutality and torture Jörmungandr was putting the creature through, Truth stayed affixed to the ground, his legs locked with fear and his jaw slack at the still growing serpent.
He felt, that as the serpent reared its head to deliver the final strike, that it would engulf the world with its body if it so desired; the fact that this slept within the ocean's depths haunted him, and his glowing gold eyes shook from how incomprehensible his Patron truly was.
So this was why he's called a monster.
Black blood coated his arms that continued to rain down on the creature who had been reduced into something like a sludge heap; his flawless skin, hair and clothes were stained with the offensive monochrome; the eerie yellow eyes that held so much rage that the entirety of the servers trembled, was bogged down with tears.
The serpent struck as Jörmungandr raised his fist one last time, to deliver the final blow; the creature's misshapen and deformed body was a broken and pitiful sight to behold, its last good eye trembling with terror.
It thought it would welcome death after the hell that System had brought to them when they'd experimented on its brothers and sisters as well as him—but the wrath of Jörmungandr had overwhelmed the entirety of its self.
Not even Death could provide salvation to this fearful anguish.
The blow fell, and the creature's last image of life was the sight of an enormous serpent swallowing it whole, and the faint image of a glowing woman, her eyes concerned and her body floating towards the serpent.
He thought that she was already dead.
'I'm sorry...'
In its last moments, the creature remembered the boy it once was before the hunger and experiments refashioned it—no, him—into something more suitable.
'You were beautiful to look at.'
Then the pain struck, and he could feel no more.