Not Human
Hello! Back after a very long time cause I finally have another drabble to post! My character Johnathan is part-angel so I wanted to give him a scary “biblically accurate” form! Enjoy!
TW: implied gore, actual gore, body horror, breaking bones
The creature threw Roxanne against the tree as if she was nothing more than a ragdoll. The loud crack she thought had come from the tree actually came from her, realizing this with the awful pain in her side. Her head felt light and dizzy, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the impact or her overuse of magic. Her muscles burned as she pushed against the tree for support as she stood again. The daggers in her hands felt like they weighed a hundred pounds as she raised them once more.
Red eyes stared at her with a predatory gaze as the monster approached. It seemed like the entire creature was just made of eyes. Whatever skin that didn’t have eyes in it was covered in short black spines like a porcupine. It towered over her at nearly eight feet tall. As it came closer, a guttural clicking noise emanated from the depths of the thing’s chest. Its arms seemed unusually long in proportion to the rest of its body as it reached out towards her.
A volley of black projectiles rained down on it from above. It staggered away from Roxanne, the guttural clicking replaced with a rumbling growl. For the moment it seemed to be distracted, trying to pull the spikes out of its own skin.
Johnathan dropped down from the sky in front of Roxanne. His great black wings blocked the creature from her view as he stood over her in a protective fashion. Bruises and cuts covered about every inch of his skin. His black tank top was torn to blood-stained rags. He looked down at Roxanne with wide gray eyes filled with worry.
“Are you okay?” he asked breathlessly.
“Oh, just lovely,” she said as blood trickled down the side of her face from an open gash in her temple. She kept struggling to stand. “Magic hasn’t worked so far, maybe I just need to use more powerful spells.”
Johnathan’s hands were immediately on her shoulders, pushing her back down into a sitting position. “No, you’re too injured.”
“Darling I’m fine,” she protested, struggling against his grasp which held her down with uncharacteristic strength. “Let me up!”
“You’re done,” he said sternly, his brow furrowing. “I can take care of this.”
“You can’t take it on by yourself!” she argued once more, trying to stand only to be pushed down once more.
“I can do it, there’s one last idea I can try,” he said, briefly looking over his shoulder at the recovering monster. His gaze snapped back to her, staring her dead in the eyes. “I just need you to promise that you won’t look.”
“What-”
“Just don’t look!” he barked, taking her aback. “Whatever you hear, just don’t open your eyes until I tell you to, am I clear?”
For a moment, Roxanne just stared at him in shock. She had never heard him speak so sternly to her before. His fingers dug into her shoulders. The monster’s footsteps approached, she had no other option but to quickly nod her head.
Johnathan nodded back, turning away just as she squeezed her eyes shut. The world around her fell to blackness. She could hear the sound of fabric ripping, followed by the sounds of bones snapping and flesh tearing and stretching. Her eyes shut tighter, her knees brought up to her chest. A deafening, ear-piercing inhuman screech tore through the air. It was like hundreds of voices all screaming at once. She clamped her hands firmly over her ears as the sound was replaced by incessant ringing. Everything after sounded so muffled and far off. The sound of scuffling feet on the forest floor. A loud crack and the sound of something huge colliding with another tree. More sounds of flesh being ripped apart and bones being broken. The whoosh of great wings flapping and the noise of something fleshy being pierced hundreds of times in a matter of mere seconds. Something warm and wet hit her face. Silence.
The silence seemed the most deafening at all. She kept her eyes shut for what felt like eternity. After what felt like so painfully long, she hesitantly opened her eyes to take in the scene surrounding her. Pieces of the monster lay strewn about the ground, leaking black liquid which blended in with the dark soil. For a moment, she was relieved, expecting to see Johnathan standing triumphantly among the carnage. However, nothing could have prepared her for what was actually standing there.
In the center of all the gore and bloodshed stood a being of uncanny proportions. It was huge, standing at over seven feet tall with shoulders broader than her body. Lean, sinewy muscle and black veins subtly twitched and pulsated underneath its pale, white skin. Gigantic black wings sprouted from its back with a span of what had to be thirty feet. The fingers on its hands were long, spindly claws. Its long hair was as white as its skin and hung down to the being’s waist. The only clothes it was wearing were torn black trousers that belonged to Johnathan but were now clinging to the being’s narrow hips. Most striking of all were the multitude of eyes covering its body. Six white eyes dotted its face like the sixth face of a die. A large eye sat in the center of its wide chest with two smaller eyes on either side near its bulging shoulders. An eye sat in the bicep and forearm of each arm. There was another eye just below where its navel would be if it had one. Two more eyes ran down the side of either thigh. Every single one of the creature’s eyes suddenly fixed on Roxanne.
She backed up against the tree as much as she could, seeing how its pupils dilated and the eyes of the face narrowing furiously at her. A long slit opened in its face in place of a mouth. The slit opened, revealing rows of numerous small, sharp teeth as it snarled at her. Even if she could run, there was no time. The being stomped over to her, reaching her in just a few long strides. It spoke angrily, its voice sounding like a horrible eldritch cacophony of a hundred voices all speaking at once, not one of them belonging to her dear friend Johnathan.
“I told you not to look.”
