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A wet fart...
A wet fucking fart...
H...
He...
Hehe...
Haha...
Hahahahahhahaha!!!!!!
Okay fuck, I give up. That was funny. Maybe even worth all the trouble cutting myself up and drawing some elaborate shit with my own fucking blood.
Holy shit. Okay...
I've heard a few stories. Some about how demons are tricksters, others about how violent they are, and even some depicting them as these incompetent but fun creatures who fall in love with you because you bumped into them on some random corner. Tried it many times, but all I got were drooling zombies.
It's a big fucking range, but this was still a fucking surprise.
Well played demon. You win.
...
The red light subsided, and my vision gradually returned.
Well, this was kinda fun? I'll just resume my unending journey then, how nice-
Wait, where am I?
Where did the forest go?
Suddenly I'm in this large circular hall. It's a dome that's reeeaaallly fucking tall, and whoa! Also really fucking huge. Like, as in WIDE.
What the fuck is this place, a room for giants?
I look around and see several large pillars extending from the ground up into the high ceilings. Each one is as wide as a house, covered in colors of white and gold that emit a faint glow. The walls are barely exposed, covered by the pillars, very modest, those guys raving about the apocalypse so happily would swoon. The parts of the wall I can see (Rawr, risque) are probably not painted over, it's just plain gray like cement. Except, there was one place that seemed to be missing a pillar. In its place was this large painting. It depicted a very beautiful man with flowing blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He wore golden white armor, and was armed with a greatsword firmly planted into the ground. He's gripping it strongly with his firm hands...
He's... probably just a painting. Or dead, eaten by zombies, or turned into one himself.
Well, even if he's a zombie...
No! No, no, no! Do not go there! NEVER go there!
My lips are strangely wet, like someone just licked it. Must be the humidity pressure rain fog thing.
...Up in the ceiling is a grand painting that is fully lit up. In it are depictions of... I think those are demons. So that's the connection? With the whole Demon Summoning wet fart thing. Although in that painting, there are also these people who have a golden or white shine to them, most of whom have these large white wings. They look like... angels. Sworn enemies of the demons. All I heard about them is that they help people and shit. I never really saw them come to help, there's no one left to help at this point, but there were plenty of people, relatively, who believed they would come.
In the painting, they seem to be fighting. There was an army of demons on the ground, all broken, tattered and desperate. They all wore resentful faces fueled with rage, as they charged on with aggression towards the enemy.
Their enemy were the angels. These angels floated above them, cutting apart the demon's ranks. The angels showed no emotion in their mouths other than intense stoic resolve. The rest of their face- the upper part- was hidden under a mask. It looked like half of a helmet, with golden bars lined up to protect from damage. A glimpse of their face should've been possible, but the painting depicted no such thing, instead drawing a dark shadow for the inside of their helmets.
Well, it's a painting, a wonderfully made piece of art. Anything else?
I wonder what happened to the demon I summoned? I mean it farted. Twice. But I saw no sign of it other than that. The smell, by the way, didn't stick, which thank god. The zombies already do a good job of that.
Turning my attention elsewhere, I saw that there was this huge circular structure in the middle. It was made of fine wood, without any windows or doors. So it wasn't a building... That makes sense. A lot of the buildings are now ruined and broken beyond repair, but I don't think there was any practice about putting buildings inside of buildings. That just seems redundant and stupid.
At the top, there was another layer of wood that was wider than the main body- much like a roof. But, it isn't a building, right?
So what is it? The smoothened remains of a tree? A hat? A giant sex toy that I definitely cannot use, but will still try regardless?
As I was thinking of this, trying to make sense of the structure, a single woman emerged from within.
Ah, so it's hollow inside- WAIT NO THAT'S NOT THE POINT!
Holy shit she's huge!
As tall- no, taller than skyscrapers!
Even among the giant zombies, I haven't seen anyone this large...
More importantly, she's glowing. I mean yes she's got style or something, but she's literally glowing! She's brighter than all of these large pillars scattered about, giving me a better view of everything.
That even her gigantic head doesn't reach the ceiling... How big is this place and when are the giant orgies?
The gigantic woman herself stood with an overpowering presence. She wore a shiny shimmering gold dress, adorned with patterns of white flowers and cranes. The dress looked like a polo... no, the design is a lot more pronounced and bold, but the shape is very similar to the kimono that daddy treasured, except this dress had no sleeves, and the fabric was more sparse and revealing, as both sides of the golden cloth ran past the shoulders, to beyond her prominent breasts, and meet in middle...
It's a really good dress! Very well made! The beautiful white patterns become larger and more visible the further down you go.
I can totally see what she's going for, it really helps with her dominating air, but my lab coat is still waayyyy cooler!!!
Whew...
Moving past her clothing, she had long luscious blonde hair. She was only visible from the torso up, and I guess her gorgeous hair extends beyond that. But speaking of gorgeous- Holy shit!
She's just standing there, unmoving, yet why am I nerv... No, no, it can't be. My genius is unfazed, of course. Yes!
Rather, it's more likely that she's the one who's sweating nervous, having taken notice of my beautiful and charming self.
In that case, as my heart is deeper than the many oceans, pacific and other hanger-ons included, I wouldn't mind hearing out what she has to say.
Still, this woman, she is downright gorgeous, I'll admit. From the beautiful outline of her face, to the wonderfully pronounced features. Her lips shone in a deeper red than blood, a nose that extends into a beautiful and perfectly symmetrical bridge, and in her eyes reflected a vast serenity more profound than the bluest of skies...
The woman's skin that was glowing, it shone in a beautiful porcelain white, clean without a single blemish or scar-
Huh? Wait, wait, wait! Something's wrong here!
From her face, to her arms, to her shoulders, and to the outline of her chest, they are all clean without blemish or scar, no blood nor decaying skin...
Does that mean... she's not a zombie?
So she's a fellow human???
...
No. No, no, no. I must calm down. Such trifle... This not enough to put down my genius!
Still... none of this makes sense.
Another living human? Sure, amazing, great. Hell Yeah!
But humans don't live to be that size.
Right?
Do they!?
No, no, I'm pretty sure they don't...
" Humans. "
A voice resounded, it echoed eerily throughout the ridiculously large hall.
It was almost deafening, but more than anything, it was beautiful and melodious. The initial voice seemed to rip apart the very fabric of existence, every echo had a force behind it that could split seas and flatten mountains. It felt like a continuous song that repeatedly tugged apart my heartstrings.
" Courageous souls that have once braved death. "
A sharp but harmonious clang rang out from her wrists. She extended out her right arm, and the many rings that adorned it danced to create a rending melody.
...Wait, what am I in a trance for? She's saying things. Coherent, if not over the top. Word sounds are coming out from her mouth hole. These are not random grumblings. So she really is... well, she's not a dumb zombie for sure. But a human? A bit far-fetched considering her size.
Not that I mind-
" Thou art blessed with an artifact, created from thine wish. "
An unexplainable feeling washed over me, and my hand naturally gravitated to the inside of my lab coat, and grabbed an object of nostalgic shape.
A pointed tip, a pressable backside, and a thick transparent body. It was my trusty syringe that I always used for experiments. I'd take the blood of one zombie, or even of one untainted animal wherever I found one, and then transfer it onto another zombie. It's the basic premise of zombie mutation and strengthening.
But I can clearly tell. What I now have in my hands, what I'm looking at, though it still appears to be the same thing, dirty in many places from the countless times I've used it, this syringe is something incomparable to what it once was. Information floods my mind faster than my perception should be able to handle, but not in any discomforting way. I understand exactly what this device is, and what it does, like it's an inherent part of my body that had just now awoken.
" Rally forth as HEROES, rid thy world of evil swine. "
...Right, she's not done. Let's leave the syringe- I haven't named it... Oh my god, it's been with me all this time and I never gave it a name! Fuck! I'm an idiot! I'm such an idiot! Forgive me... syringe... No! From today onwards, you shall be known as PokerExMachina!
" The Demon Lord is thine enemy. Death shall be his mercy. "
Hmm? What is it, come again? An enemy? Demon Lord?
...Right, you were saying something about heroes and killing pigs or something.
Well, my PokerExMachina, you're the one who upgraded my baby. I must give you my thanks, but I never asked!
I mean, I'm happy. Really, very happy.
But how about asking me first!
I have time!
We could... hang out!
Come on, it could be over bugs and rainwater!
HEY!
YOU LISTENING TO ME!?
I turned my head around a little, and suddenly found the silhouette of what appears to be a human shape-a zombie shape- staring up at the same scene, towards the absolutely stunning and beautiful gigantic woman giving some important lecture speech.
I froze and entered a fighting stance.
I put away PokerExMachina, and then...
Good. My beloved katana, MegaSlayerZ is right here and ready, firmly holstered in its scabbard.
" Mine Blessing be with you! "
I narrowed my eyes and scanned the room more thoroughly. There are more humanoids in-!
...!
Suddenly, my body glew bright in a golden hue. I flinched and closed my eyes reflexively, but the bright light pierced through even my eyelids.
"Ah-!"
It completely swallowed me whole before I could scream.
Is this like the light from the demon summoning ritual?
"La~ La~ La~"
It's a much less violent flash of light than before, albeit just as strong.
"La~ La~ La~"
And there's this beautiful song that seems to repeat over and over in my heart. There are no lyrics, but it seems to understand me so.
" No! Wait! Why is there a demon-! "
A sweet voice whispered to me in a loud tone. It was that giant woman's soothing, sultry tone.
Ah, that's much better than a fart... there isn't going to be a sudden out of place fart again, is there!?
...
"La~ La~ La~"
...Ah, there you go. Much better.
Mayhaps I should have summoned an angel instead...