Genesis slowly and painfully ascended the stairs. He went forward and backwards countless times until he finally found a house made of flesh to rest in.
He snuck to the nearby window and peeked his head in it. He saw that there was only a single Agent residing in the home.
'This will be easy enough.'
Genesis strategized.
Genesis came into the window when the Agent went upstairs, he attempted to climb into the window and almost got caught, when the Agent came back downstairs, he lied patently waiting for a chance to enter the house again but when he got the chance again he landed flat on his back.
Having one eye was difficult for Genesis every detail or ounce of progress he had made to become stronger was reset from zero, he could only see a half of what he was tought to see, this revelation set Genesis back ages in the art of the sword. He grumbled as he heard the rapid movement of tentacles approaching him. However,
Genesis stayed still on his back, drawing his sword from his half corroded leather sheath. He stood silently waiting for an opportunity.
Suddenly, the Agent broke through its flesh window, leaving some blood on Genesis's previously white silver armor. The Agent looked down at his and lunged Genesis anticipated this and stuck his sword out to intercept the Agent.
The Agent's head went right through his sword leaving its bloodied face right at the hilt of Genesis's sword, Genesis looked at the Agent with a sense of pity and fatigue instead of the hate and pettiness he would normally have.
Genesis took the dead body of the Agent in, its blood seeping into the flesh of the ground, making it grow, more grotesque and scarlet, instead of the stomach's maroon. He dragged the Agent's body, leaving a trail of blood right into the flesh house. Genesis looked at the trail and realised there was nothing to do about it now, he went through the house scavenging for things to eat or drink, though he found none he did find, the Agent's child.
He looked the child dead in the eye and placed a finger on his mouth, gesturing the child should keep quiet. The child looked at the sight that unfolded before his eyes and started to cry. Genesis gave off a light grin, with blood plastered on his face. He did not know Agents could cry or feel any type of sorrow. He only knew aggression and protectiveness from Agents. This was a new side of the Agents Genesis wanted to see more of.
The child cried silent tears before silently sitting in a corner of a wall, with 4 tentacles wrapping its body and head. The child rocked back and forth until it just stopped. Genesis went upstairs, and found a room to sleep in. Genesis, tired and anguished, fell face first into a bed made of tissue and the bedframe made of bones. He was to close his eyes until he saw the child coming into his room. He opened his eye slightly as to seem like he was asleep but to monitor the child's movements. The Agent's child raised its tentacle sluggishly and pointed it in the direction of Genesis's head, Genesis sighed and cut off the tentacle of the child.
Genesis had gotten enough rest to commit atleast a few more heinous crimes to the population of the Agents, this child in particular. What is more entertaining than ending a bloodline after one of them plagued your mind with terrible dreams and visions and even turned your own thoughts against you. Even when that didn't work, it shut off your brain and mind, completely devoiding it of any thought except for the one of death.
The exchange seemed fair enough.
The child backed away from the arising Genesis and ran towards the window in an attempt to leap out of it to save its own life.
However, Genesis stabbed the child's tentacles on the flesh floor, locking it in place. He used a cloth to pull the child's head inside the house, in an attempt to not be absorbed by the child and experience the same experience that gave him determination and the motivation to commit the deeds he was committing.
As he put the child's head into the house, the child absorbed the cloth and attempted to absorb Genesis, but Genesis had cut off the remaining tentacles so it could move no longer, Genesis cruel picked up the dead Agent and played with it like a madman infront of its child and then he delivered the killing blow ending the child's misery, after the complete act of sheer malice from
Genesis, he lay in the huge closet falling asleep in its clutches.
***
Genesis got barely any sleep as he came out of the closet and saw the bodies of his victims decaying. He looked at the ceiling to see watchful eyes asleep. When Genesis came into the house, he had never seen any pairs of eyes or any pairs of eyes in the White Room in general. He had only seen flesh and bone, never functioning body parts.
Currently, the eyes were closed, but Genesis quietly and quietly exited the house through the window. He waddled in through the barren lands of the White Room stumbling upon a dessert of dried up bone and blood.
He saw another flight of stairs across the unexplored and uneventful desert of the White Room. Genesis wondered which part of the human body this would be most similar to but abandoned the idea as maybe the monster had different body parts than humans, new ones, unknown ones, who knew.
He trotted across the desert with no complications, he stumbled across a rock and knew although exposed he would be safer here than in the watchful eyes of the White Room and the presence of how many other Agent's lived in house in the middle of nowhere.
He lied on the rock patiently and then fell asleep. When he fell into his slumber, he was in the desert of the White Room again. It was a dream yet felt so real at the same time. He looked around his surroundings. Every single bit of blone was now ash and there was a lump of ash shifting through the sand.
There was something under there and it was massive, agile and fast. It made the desert look like a sand playground. It made such quick and impossible turns at high speeds. It moved so fast that the ash covering it started to heat up and turn a mix of golden yellow and nasty red.
The thing came up from the ground and Genesis ran from the rock he was previously on with all he had. Like a mirage, three heads emerged from the depths of the ground. They were all a mix of cloud colors, the one on the right a shade of milk white, the head in the middle the shade of stormy grey and the one on the right an oblivion of dark ebony.
They all shared the body of a coiled snake, the movements of the combined body sharing only one message, preaching only one signal, the message of anger, pure rage and fury. Its heads had blood red teeth and they had multiple rows of them, instead of being rough, jagged and rigid, they were sharp and precise each one of them having the shape of a sawblade, and each of them rotated with an unbalanced speed, as if to make the death of the prey more painful.
All of Genesis could see was that each of the heads had an indescribable and complex darkness to them. It was astonishing and hypnotising.
Genesis saw as the destruction of the rock he laid unfolded. It was shredded into countless pieces and spat out. The heads looked like they argued with each other and fought each of them, turning their heads away from one another as Genesis watched as they bickered. The heads in some sort of telepathic communication lunged at Genesis with a speed unknown to man. Each of them burrowed into the ground and charged at the unsuspecting Genesis. He did his best to run and made it just far enough to be at the edge of the beast's vicious maw.
However, that was the last stroke of luck Genesis would ever have. He jumped off the monster's teeth, razor sharp blades spinning like typhoons and cutting off his left leg, however he managed to pull put his sword and jump from the beast's mouth, before the rest of his body was slowly shredded, he stuck his sword into the beast's skin and fell slicing the beast with a thin yet large cut, various splotches of blood fell all over him shrouding him with red. The monster wailed in pain as it argued again with it's fellow heads. It seemed like a normal argument until they started to fight.
They separated from each other, leaving only the middle grey head with the main body. They started to bite away at each other.
'Cannibals.'
Genesis thought as if he had not just lost a leg in the prior moment. They kept biting away at each leaving scars until both the right and left head died of blood loss.
The creature looked at Genesis and burrowed underground once again. As it circled the whole of the desert gaining speed, the once grey and dry land was filled with a vibrant and disturbing blood red. All of the sand was turned red when the monster came out of the ground and swallowed Genesis whole.
Genesis thought he was to die in his dream once again and almost let it happen, but something in his soul told his to live, to survive to see another and he listened, he latched onto the slower spinning teeth of the beast and as the sawblades spun slicing his hands in half vertically, he took his sword in his mouth and stabbed it in the open wound of the creature.
The creature wailed and thrashed and in one of those trashings Genesis let go off the sword leaving it in the monster's wound and getting flung over to the an elevator which quickly ascended upwards saving him from the clutches of the beast's stomach.
***
Genesis awoke to see the ground beneath him shifting just like in his dream. He muttered an almost inaudible, "Oh no" before jumping off the stray rock that he slept on, his dream was coming to light, it was a revelation of the past telling him to get, because not even the ground beneath his own feet was safe.
He ran off the rock, stumbling a few times because of his eye not balancing him. He saw it, the same stormy grey as in his dream, built from countless scars from across its body, he could feel it, it's pressure radiating like a vibrant sun.
In that moment, Genesis's divine soul felt fear for the first time. There was no chance of him to fight this thing. He could only pray to the gods up above that he would survive. He looked forward to seeing a flight of stairs instead of the elevator that was in his dream. It seems the White Room learned from its mistakes.
He saw the creature emerge from the vermillion painted bones and it looked at him with familiarity and it spoke.
"You... Purposeless Wanderer, I remember you. You were the cause of the death of my siblings. If you are back here to kill me, then you are gravely mistaken because I am wiser, I am faster and I am better. It seems you have only gotten worse, you have no eye, what happened to one who dwelled in the Arcane did it meet an unfortunate end, or did it meet you?"
Genesis stammered on his words a little bit before speaking.
"I am not the Purposeless Wanderer, neither do I have any connections with him. All I want to do is to meet my comrades in the upper layers of this hell."
Genesis spoke with a fake boldness to his voice as to seem he was not lying.
"LIES!"
The creature screamed.
"I can see it in your soul, even if you are not the same man who left the biggest scar on my body then you are atleast his apprentice, and revenge in any form is good enough for me."
Genesis trembled as the creature dug in the ground and approached with pace. It wanted him dead because of the fixing the Purposeless Wanderer did to his soul. If he had not been so careless, then Genesis would not be in the situation he was in now.
He tried his best to run closer to the stairs but was blocked off by the arrival of the beast, it came from the sand with bones spilling from its mouth, it started to salivate from the opportunity of "revenge". The monster lunged at him and Genesis could do nothing about it. He was now descending into the beast's mouth. He was getting shredded by its mechanical spinning teeth.
That was until he stabbed his sword into the beast. Put its fast sawblades kept spinning, leaving multiple cuts and bruises across his body. It made his hair uneven and wet with saliva. His hand that held on to his sword was getting cut. He knew if he held on, his hand would be cut off and he would fall into the belly of the beast and die.
Genesis would rather die with two hands than one, so he let go, falling in a dark pit of endless anguish, despair and sorrow, that was until he saw the golden gleam of a sword. It was gold unlike the silver he was always used to. He held on to the golden blade of the sword, his hand bleeding with pain, but blood and pain were foreign concepts no longer. He pulled the sword out of the skin of the beast and started to carve a way out of the beast.
Genesis triumphed over the beast's stomach but still had to survive, he stabbed his golden blade into a huge wound and the beast screamed and started to thrash around and in one of its thrashing Genesis pulled hi sword out of the beast's skin and was flung on to the stairs.
He had made it he had survived, or so he thought. Genesis ran up the stairs and looked in utmost horror as the beast burrowed under the staircase and rose.
In its wake it screamed out.
"I am Hallowion, the Grey Soul and only soul of the White Room and I will not be bested by the same trick from the same man!"
It charged up the stairs devouring and digesting the flesh stairs. It kept inching to Genesis, but Genesis kept inching to the end of the stairs. It was all decided when Genesis lept off the last flight of stairs and stuck his sword into the ceiling of the White Room, which was decorated with countless eyes that were ardent.
He kept the best grip of his sword as the creature could extend no longer. His grip was slowly loosening as the blood on his hands acted as a lubricant.
He kept his grip as tight as he could until he pulled himself up with his right hand, biting into the hilt of the wooden sword, littering his mouth with splinters, he kept his grip unwavering as his mouth filled with blood, but the pull up was enough to give him momentum he locked his eyes on a nearby ledge and swung with his mouth, using his left hand he attempted to hold onto the golden sword but as his left eye was gone he almost missed it holding it between his pointer and middle finger, leaving his hand riddled with more splinters, he picked up the sword and looked at the beast.
As if Genesis had gone mad, he started to cackle at the fact that he escaped the monster's gaping and void filled maw.
Genesis kneeled on the ground, removing various pieces of wood from his mouth. But he was ready.