The tunnel now abandoned, devoid of life, continued its symphony, indifferent to what had happened a few hours back.
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The puddle kept accumulating, growing bigger and bigger as the hours passed: 3 hours, 5 hours, 12 hours, 24 hours, 48 hours. It took 48 hours for the puddle to accumulate enough to reach the lifeless bodies laid on the floor.
By now, the lanterns in the tunnel had already run out of fuel, plunging the whole area into darkness. It was at this time that a weird sound began to echo, like someone slurping on something. Surprisingly, the puddle likewise began to lessen in size, revealing that it was being sucked off somewhere.
Where, one might ask, was it being absorbed? It was nothing but the same wound present on the waist of the corpse now lying motionless on the tunnel floor. The violet waters continued to flow into the man's corpse, illuminating his veins with a dull violet light as they ran from his wound throughout his whole body.
This process continued until the whole puddle had been absorbed. When there was nothing left to absorb, the wound on the man's body produced the disgusting sound of flesh and fluid moving and slapping against each other, weaving itself back into form.
The transformation continued throughout the man's body, distorting his form and then returning it. His fingernails grew longer with a dull violet hue; his spine protruded a few inches from his back, with an increased convexity giving him a permanent hunched shape.
His teeth grew into fangs, two black-violet horns poked through his head, the left one considerably longer than the right. His legs twisted in a difficult way, now resembling the hind legs of a dog with violet talons protruding from his toes.
His skin grew darker in shade, with violet colors appearing in some regions, like around his forearm and his legs. His hair fell off and was replaced with black silky hair, tinted with violet at the ends.
After what seemed to be a long transformation, his eyes snapped open. Everything, from his sclera to his iris to his pupils, was completely black. He let out a devil-like snarl that echoed throughout the whole tunnel.
His figure resembled the demons told in stories and folk tales of old. His head turned to look at the small corpse in front of him, and immediately, violet tears started pouring from his eyes. He moved his head away, but the tears didn't stop. It was as if his grief was the only thing that wasn't dead and was adamant to remain.
However, his grief couldn't suppress his bestiality. The man that was once dead was now a demon, and its primal instinct was to feed and destroy. And that was exactly what it did.
It pounced on the body, tearing it apart and stuffing it into its mouth. It fed on everything, from the flesh to the bones, even as its tears poured. It didn't stop; it kept eating, letting out sickening sounds as it continued its feast.
After it was done, it stood to its feet, and its eyes caught sight of the liquid dripping from the tunnel's ceiling. Its eyes sparked with madness, a wild desire for the liquid pouring from the ceiling.
Without hesitation, it leaped, poking a hole into the ceiling with its body. It arrived in another section of the tunnel, and its eyes scanned the area. Soon, it caught sight of a stream of water flowing from one direction.
At one point of the flowing stream, a corpse could be seen. It resembled a rat, with horns poking everywhere around its body. It was mangled in different parts of its body, as if rats had been feeding on it. Nevertheless, it was at that point that the stream gained its violet color, obviously due to the fluids from the dead rat.
Uninterested in what the creature was or how it died, the demon pounced forward and began to munch on it. As it kept eating, its veins glowed a dull violet color.
The demon ventured deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels, it remained a solitary and primal entity, devoid of intelligence. Its sole desire was to feed and destroy, an insatiable hunger that drove it relentlessly forward.
The tunnels, dark and foreboding, held a sinister allure. A haven for monsters, the demon encountered a few grotesque and twisted creatures that had been mutated and shaped by the same malevolent forces that had created it. These monstrous beings had been killed by the demon as it made its way to the surface, feeding on their remains to satisfy its unending hunger.
The demon's path through the tunnels was marked by a trail of destruction, as it tore through anything that crossed its path. Its mind, consumed by darkness, had only one purpose—to ascend to the surface and unleash its unrelenting appetite for chaos and fear upon anything in its sight
The demon continued its relentless journey, emerging from the tunnels and into the moonlit night, ready to unleash its reign of terror on the world above. A village lay in its path, a target for its insatiable need to feed and destroy. The horrors that awaited the villagers would be beyond their darkest nightmares as the malevolent force from the depths of the tunnel prepared to wreak havoc on their lives.