Everything seemed fine, but I couldn't help feel disturbed every time I see what's around me; The uncanny figure of a fleshless host roaming around the hallways, A hybrid of a lizard and a crow digging away at the farthest room beyond mine, A small flying creature with wings that resembled a Human yet with a face so horrid that a slug would have been a better companion...
A separation of one own sense, as Cain saw more than what he could do, seeing places far from where he is yet also his surroundings, a perception so wide that he felt so out of place yet so near. Trying to understand what was happening felt dull, he couldn't fell anything anymore, but his thoughts said otherwise, his senses far apart from where he is felt numb.
What am I even doing in this place? I should have died... What am I...
Memories of his past, memories that slowly fade away as he tried to grasp it more, his family, his friends, his birthday, places he wanted to go and be at, everything was falling apart as his last piece of memory came. And with soft blow...
A warm spring and a welcoming breeze, yet everything seemed so cold. The window open with the bustling wind passing by time to time, Dog barks and kitten cries filled the streets, with cars passing by leaving fumes of gas coming off from the exhaust. Everything was as it is, yet he couldn't even keep himself from being down and wishing everything to be swept by a flood and leave him alone.
Holding over the sliver of hope in his hands, A straight blade that has tasted enough flesh and meat that he couldn't keep count on how many times it had been used; its bright edge came off it and shone over the kitchen, lighting up pictures and memories. One had a man carrying a woman over his back, wearing a sundress so modest that she looked precious enough to be hidden away in a museum to be kept, while the man had his body toned enough for it to be seen through his shirt. Newlyweds...
Most pictures of the two littered around the ground, with drops of tears still wet. But many of it was still hanged within eye level that it was eye catching for it to be the first to be noticed when you came, along the pictures were letters written by hand by two different handwriting: one cursive while the other formal.
A loveless future may come,
But I still would spend it with you,
Lonely nights may drape over while you're away,
But you would still be within my heart...
Many came as declaration, but most promises locked in stone. And while looking over every part of their past, Cain felt more weight than the world could handle in his heart, and with the blade in his hands that looked more enticing than living...
"pa... paaa... " A distant voice came from the living room. A rocking bed, with a child no older than a dying bee from old age.
Calling for his name, the child reached out before the dwindling toys up above its head, circling around as its tiny hands stumble to one of the toys that looked like an elephant, hitting the others as the sound of bells came from them. The sound and along with the toys running overhead the child brought it a smile, its cheeks rising up till her eyes couldn't be seen. A cute and innocent smile...
And that was the end of it, of all his memories to end where he didn't know whether or not he had taken the knife up to his throat, and whether or not he had raised Elise...
There was nothing I could do or could have I done better if I just Raised Her and wait for death. Maybe, maybe, just give me a second chance. I'll change....
Cain pleaded in his new form, a crystalline gem that had no seam or broken parts, a perfect sphere.
He had no mouth, yet he could speak but couldn't be heard, He had eyes, but he couldn't see himself only others. but he knew that's all there was to it, he couldn't feel, anymore as the last memory of his past flew past him, only the knowledge that he had lived a life before.
A Day passed after all the things he went through in one day, taking a Day off to process and recover the last piece of fatigue he will ever feel in this life. A precious sorrow he would trade the world with to feel it all over again.
He no longer had anything. With his last breath coming out of him, Cain, took it on himself to move on, as much as he wanted to dwell on the unfeeling abyss the time he had on the dial seemed to stop when he thinks. Sorrow that made him changed yet empty from the inside and out...
Looking over the underground cave made by the hybrid beast with a pickaxe, Cain saw that most of the rooms and the only path were underdeveloped. The dirt and sediments within it stacked over one another, making up the crude and misshapen wall all over the cave, the ceiling that was made up of the same materials as the walls creeped over the rooms and hallways looming down at everything, as only time could tell when it would eat itself and everything under it in its mass of dirt and mud.
Where am I? am I buried, or in a crypt?
Using his mental grip on things, Cain looked over the underground cave with much more emphasis; the rough and misshapen ground looked especially sturdy when he took a keen look at it, defying physics and architecture, the hallways and rooms were the same, only built by one diligent hybrid of a creature and only having a pickaxe to do it with.
Passing through the ground, Cain felt a weird calling as he willed more towards finding the mining hybrid far off where he was looking at the moment. A moment later, His eyes drifted right above the hybrid diligent at work, swinging its pickaxe in erratic movements as if it was still learning how to handle the tool double the size of it.
"My Lord. How may I be of help? " Sensing Cain arrival, the hybrid spoke while letting down the tool and formally greeting him, bowing crudely with its hand right above then kneeling towards him.
Lord?
Taking a clearer look at the hybrid, Cain felt superior in a way as he found himself looking a bit deeper at the hybrid's entirety. A frail figure that had the skin of a lizard while having occasional feathers poking out from the edges of the scales, its head that had a more dominant resemblance towards the crow part of its figure, as the snout of it looked more like a beak rather than a mouth, though the hybrid seemed to be the combination of the two neither of it was dominant to show certain a characteristic that you would notice on sight.
Waiting for what Cian had to say, the hybrid stayed in the worshiping position. While he saw what the hybrid was doing, and it was poorly and even if he wanted it to do better, he himself doesn't know any better at mining or using the pickaxe at hand.
Continue, don't pay attention to me ...
Though he didn't speak aloud or outward, the hybrid seemed to have a certain connection with him that it continued its work without a second thought, picking up its pickaxe and raising it above head and swinging down profusely towards the hallway it was digging.
Since there is nothing for me to do here, I should go check on the other residents if their opinion of me is the same...
With his will, Cain flew his attention or consciousness far in the first room before reaching the place he was before. Dirt as far as the eyes could see covered everything, but one misplaced center of attention was idle drawing with its rusted sword, an uncanny sight for those who would see it at first, but Cain felt indifferent then a surge of superiority dwelled inkling him to order the husk to patrol.
Along with his inkling came with the hidden will, and with the will of his having a distinct connection between him and the husk ordered it non-verbally. Leaving its idle self behind, the husk turned around while its lower body stayed facing the main room of the dungeon, each step that it took stomped over the uneven ground yet still keeping an even balance throughout that you would not expect with its frail appearance, and its huge frame seemed to be big enough to break the room door itself, and thinking of itself along with all those around it the husk move forward by letting piece by piece of its limb pass one by one...
feeling how the inkling superiority leaves him, Cain, took one last look of confirmation at the husk leaving the room with traces of its footsteps and indents of its fingertips at the walls. He left and continued to take a walk around the cave he was in with observant eyes...