"No... Why?"
Scalding tears mixed with filthy blood covered Teda's face. He looked at the monster before him in bewilderment, knowing full well that a few seconds ago, she was his familiar daughter.
"Father... Teda..."
Alice had not spoken for too long, her voice was hoarse and distorted. Her disintegrated head was like a flower, with tendrils reaching out, gently licking Teda's face, seeking his tears and blood.
Teda had no strength to resist; he was choked by Alice, gradually being dragged closer. The disintegrated petals wrapped around his head from all sides.
Sharp fangs protruded from the pliant flesh, a foul blood stench surged up from the deep darkness beneath the throat. Just the scent alone made Teda imagine a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The world had completely become a crimson hell, endless corpses piled together, viscous filth slowly flowing; everyone was sinking and wailing within it. There was no concept of time or death here, only eternal suffering...
