I cautiously touched the door, relieved to find it unlocked. Slowly, I pushed it open and peered inside.
What I saw was a room identical to the one I had just left. And lying on the bed was a woman whom I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge as anyone other than my beloved girlfriend, Gilda. However, her face was unfamiliar to me, and her body was completely different.
She was straddling a man on the bed, bouncing on top of him. I couldn't see the man's face as he remained motionless, while Gilda continued her movements.
Her appearance was like a thunderclap to me. "What's going on? Why is Gilda in a place like this? Is she cheating on me? And what's with her appearance?" Numerous questions flooded my mind.
But in that moment, my headache intensified suddenly, and as I held my head in pain, the door I was leaning on suddenly moved, causing me to fall into the room where Gilda was.
Thud!
"Ugh!" Gilda halted her movements and turned to look at me. Our eyes met, but I was unable to utter a word as her figure became more horrifying to my senses, and I even felt a sense of fear towards her.
Her body was a dark red, adorned with shining scales covering her skin. Two black wings sprouted from behind her, similar to the girl I had been with before. Upon her head rested two horns.
No matter how I looked at her, it was evident that she was not human at all. Then, who had I been dating before? Doubts swirled in my mind as the headache intensified.
"Huh, Filora, you bitch. It seems you can't even handle one human," Gilda said in a cold, emotionless voice, devoid of the usual warmth and care that I had grown fond of.
Perhaps this was just a girl who resembled her? I hoped desperately for that to be true.
But as I looked closer, I saw the man she had been with, and upon seeing him, my fear only increased further.
His body appeared extremely thin and fragile, resembling that of an old man drained of life.
"Tch! Seems I have to finish you after all," Gilda sighed as she walked towards me.
"G-Gilda," I stammered, hoping she wouldn't acknowledge my presence, but...
"Oh, you still remember me," she said in a surprised tone.
"Please, tell me you're not the Gilda I used to love. She wouldn't be like you. Please, tell me you're not," I pleaded, desperately hoping that she wouldn't be the same person I once knew.
"Oh, my sweet Aron, did I leave such a great impression on you?" she said, lowering her head towards me. She extended her hands towards me and hugged me, and I felt the warmth of her body, the same warmth I used to feel when cuddling with Gilda. For a moment, I found comfort in her embrace, and the feelings of fear and confusion slowly faded from my mind.
"There you go, leave everything to me, and you stay comfortable. It will all be over soon."
But as I heard her words, a sense of dread washed over me. "No, it's the same thing the other one said."
Pushing Gilda away from me, I stood up. She wasn't the girl I used to know; she was an unknown demon, trying to devour me.
After pushing her away, I hurriedly got up and made a dash towards the door, desperate to escape this nightmare.
But as I was running towards the door, I heard Gilda's voice behind me, chilling me to the bone. When I looked back, I saw her arm extended towards me, an unsettling sight that made me shudder.
Her hand reached out longer and longer until it grabbed hold of my legs, causing me to trip and fall as she began to pull me towards her.
Turning around, I saw her smiling face. Though it may have appeared cheerful to her, to me, it was utterly creepy.
I kicked towards her hand repeatedly, and finally managed to wrench my leg free from her grasp.
Without a second glance towards Gilda, I turned and ran towards the door. But in the next moment, I froze as I saw the figure of the girl I had been with before standing in the doorway.
She appeared perfectly fine and alive, right in front of me.
As soon as I saw her, my body involuntarily moved back from her. The wounds I had seen on her body before were nowhere to be seen, and she appeared even more alluring than before.
As I struggled to comprehend the situation, questions swirled in my mind. How was she alive when I had seen her dead in my hands? What was with her wings, horns, sharp teeth, and scales? And what was this strange aroma lingering in the air?
Suddenly, an excruciating headache pierced through my skull, causing me to drop to my knees. The pain intensified with each passing moment until I could no longer bear it, and I lost consciousness.
Thud!
Collapsing to the ground, I slipped into darkness. Gilda and Filora exchanged confused glances as they watched over me.
In the next moment, Gilda's hand extended again, wrapping around Aron's body and lifting him up, drawing him closer to her.
Gilda glanced towards Filora with dissatisfaction. "Really? You let him come to my feasting room?" she questioned, her expression stern.
"I should be asking you the same thing. Where the hell did you find him? He managed to outlast me and make me even orgasm," Filora replied, walking into the room.
"Huh! Seems you're getting weaker. Look, I've already drained your man dry, and I barely even felt it," Gilda remarked, gesturing towards the dried-up body of a man lying on the bed.
"Oh!, my beloved... How eagerly I waited to devour you," Filora muttered, gazing at the body.
"Well, I'm not the one who asked to trade prey. If you hadn't, I would have already eaten this guy right now," Gilda declared, lifting Aron's body into the air and slowly opening her mouth.
"Since you didn't manage to do it, it's my treat," she added, her mouth gradually expanding to the point where it could swallow Aron's body in one bite.
Lowering Aron's body, Gilda slowly swallowed him like a snake consuming its prey. Sitting on the bed, Filora watched as Gilda devoured Aron.
Gilda, who was in the process of swallowing Aron, suddenly began to gag. Her stomach emitted strange sounds, and in the next moment, she vomited Aron out of her mouth.
"Ghaa, what the hell!" Along with Aron's body, a flood of saliva also came gushing out from her mouth, drenching Aron's drained body.
"Ah, right. Did I forget to mention that he also eats my flesh?" Filora remarked with a chuckle.
"You bitch! You lured me into that!" Gilda exclaimed as she stood up.
"You're the one who tried to take away my food," said Filora.
"But did he really eat your body?" Gilda inquired.
"He did indeed, feasting on me like a hungry beast just right after ejaculation," Filora confirmed.
Gilda looked back towards Aron. "And he seems completely fine too. Do you think he absorbed it into his body?" she muttered.
"Who knows, but I'm not interested in that. What I'm interested in is after a long time, I finally found a man who can make me squirt like a bitch," Filora declared, getting up from her bed and walking towards Aron. She grabbed him by his hair and dragged him as she walked past Gilda.
"I'm taking him with me. Since you don't have any feelings for him, I think you don't mind if I use him," Filora declared, giving one last look towards Gilda.
"Hmph, go ahead, do whatever you want. I'm not interested. We already swapped our prey anyway. He's all yours," Gilda responded indifferently. She walked back towards her bed and began to don her clothes that were scattered around.
Filora exited her room with Aron in her hand, dragging him as she made her way towards her own room. However, as she approached her room, her expression changed. After opening the door to her room, she threw Aron into a corner.
"Did I come at a bad time?" Another figure stood inside the room, gazing out from the window.
He bore similar features to Filora: giant wings on his back, shining scales, and two horns, although his horns were slightly more curved than Filora's. His fingernails resembled the claws of a beast, sharp and pointed.
"Divus, I'm surprised. Why at a time like this? Aren't you supposed to be with your father, supporting him in his war against the fallen?" Filora asked as she walked towards Divus.
"The war is never-ending, but I received a request from my mother to bring you and Gilda to her castle," said Divus, still gazing out from the window.
"Queen Barbleo?" Filora's expression shifted to one of surprise and curiosity.
"Yes, she said there's a task that only the two of you can do," Divus confirmed.
"Then we should get going. Wait here for a second, I'll go and bring Gilda," Filora said hastily as she walked out of the room.
After she left, the room fell silent again, and Divus continued to gaze out from the window.
After a few seconds, Divus strangely looked back toward Aron, who lay on the floor in the corner of the room, his body drenched in blood, especially around his mouth.
At that moment, Aron was whispering something while still unconscious.
"Divus, it's been a long time," Gilda entered the room swiftly, followed closely by Filora.
As soon as Filora entered, she glanced at Aron upon hearing his mumbling. However, in the next second, Aron fell silent as he closed his mouth.
"I don't have much time for my comfort these days," Divus replied to Gilda with a firm voice.
"Since two of you are here, let us proceed," Divus declared.
Suddenly, on the floor of the room, a shining circle full of strange symbols appeared. It began to rotate and emit a glowing light.
Filora and Gilda stepped toward the magic circle.
"Are you going to leave him there like that?" Gilda asked, gesturing towards Aron in the corner of the room.
"Why? It's not like he could escape from here," Filora replied in an unconcerned manner. And in the next second, their bodies began to disperse.
After few minute of there disappearance, As Aron slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in the empty room.
An intense headache pulsed in his head, and on top of that, his stomach felt like something was trying to come out of it.
He held his stomach and stood up with the help of a chair nearby.
For whatever reason, the room was quiet, and he didn't see anyone around.
"Did I hallucinate all of that?" Aron thought to himself, but the persistent red light casting from the window confirmed his experience.
"I need to get out of this place somehow," he muttered to himself as he walked towards the door of the room. Slowly, he pushed it open, and it creaked without a sound.
The corridor was the same as before, creepy and disgusting.
From where he stood, Aron could see that the corridor stretched far longer than before, and at the end, it became engulfed in darkness. The darkness mixed with the red shine from the windows increased the creepiness to a point where no one would want to walk through it.
Remembering how a man had become dry and lifeless before his own eyes intensified Aron's need to escape.
Taking slow steps forward, he began to walk through the corridor.
Just like before, the sound of his steps echoed through the hall.
His headache and stomachache began to lessen a bit as he continued to walk, and after a while, he finally reached the end of the corridor where it connected to a long staircase leading down to the lower floor.
"What is this place, a giant house?" I muttered to myself, my curiosity piqued as I looked out from the window. What I saw was a desolated wasteland that resembled an apocalyptic scene. Smoke rose from the ground in some places, resembling the top of a volcano. There wasn't a single green tree in sight, only sand and swirling ash-like substances in the hot atmosphere. As I glanced beneath the building I was in, I noticed a few small figures that I was certain were not human.
At that moment, it dawned on me that this was not just a house, but a giant castle. Furthermore, I realized that I was likely no longer on the Earth I used to know.