There is a man in his twenties, with a somewhat good-looking face but overweight. The young man's eyes are tired. He continues to lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"So this is adult life, huh.. wake up, work, house work then finally sleep, rinse and repeat. What a shitty existence. I am tired. When will this all end?"
He stands up and looks out the window of his room. Looking at the bustling trees, seeing children play, young couples hand in hand walking, tourists being scammed, etc.
"Even the hobbies that used to give me great pleasure no longer make me happy. Guess this is the average Joe's life, eh?"
He continues to stare outside. Then, he opens the window. He breathes. A light smile touches his lips.
"Today is a holiday... Let's just go to the park and sit on a bench but first..."
He looks at his clothes, his disheveled hair, eyes and beard.
"But first, let's take care of myself a bit before going out. Don't want to seem like a hobo."
He brushes his teeth, tames his hair, sprays deodorant, and pulls on the least wrinkled shirt he owns.
"And the chef's touch..."
He trims his beard.
"Will women swarm around me hahaha... Guess no. At least I look normal."
He goes out, walks around slowly while around. He finally goes and sits on a bench. He takes deep breaths. He puts his hand on the his thighs. Closes his eyes for a few moments then opens them again.
"I should probably go out more or as they say, touch grass. Hehe... Hm? What's.. that?"
He looks up at the sky, seeing a tearing in it. As if it's like a wound, it continues to get bigger. The space between the Tearing is dark as it consumes everything. A ring of light is around it because of it even consuming light.
" Holy shit. What the fuck is this?"
In mere seconds,the Tearing in the sky continues to get bigger. It starts absorbing everything around it, consuming it.
"Fuck me! I don't wanna die!"
He starts running away. A young boy's voice cuts through the chaos.
" Please someone help me!"
He looks at the boy, terrified, but then looks away and continues running away.
" Sorry, kid... I just don't want to die."
He sees a motorcycle and someone on it. He pushes the old man that is on the motorcycle then rides the motorcycle. The old man hits the ground. Blood spills from the old man's mouth while he lies on the ground
" Fuck... He... He was old anyways... But who am I kidding? I know I shouldn't have done it... I am just doing it for myself. I have no reason..."
He starts driving using the motorcycle. Minutes later, he feels like the motorcycle is slowing down. He feels himself being gravitated towards the sky. His eyes are filled with a terrifying revelation as he looks back. The Tearing in the sky is consuming everything and no amount of resistance can help him. The man starts to cry.
" No no no! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
He and the motorcycle are then absorbed by the Tearing in the sky, consuming his world. The young man's body is destroyed by the Tearing. His soul, starts disintegrating slowly by the Chaos outside.
"Fuck... Where am I? Why can't I see everything?"
Him not being able to see anything and feeling his own disintegration makes him go frenzy, fastening his own doom. A few minutes passes as he continues to shout but alas, because of his low energy levels, he can merely whisper.
"I... Am.... Hungry...."
He then hears a shout.
"ARGHHH..."
He turns towards and feels another soul.
"I... Wanna... Live..."
He moves towards the soul, using more energy.
"Please... Die for me.."
He starts feasting on the other soul, devouring it, this postponing his own death. But as he devours the soul, his own soul starts to hurt, seeing some memories of the other soul. He wants to stop because it hurts but he also wants to live and thus, he continues consuming the other soul.
"Hah...hah...."
He notices when he consumed the other soul, his adaptability to his surrounding increase, his soul becoming a a very small bit denser. He could also somehow perceive his own soul, seeing it becoming more cleaner.
His energy levels are nearly filled. He also noticed, his own soul is being shredded slowly.
"That's what I need to do... To live... I need to... Calm down conserve energy and wait... For another being. I should not move as it consumes energy."
He continues to be in a half-awake, half asleep state. He then feels another soul.
"Another one..."
He slowly moves towards the other soul. He "bites it", sticking to the soul and slowly consuming it since his own energy levels aren't completely empty yet. The other soul shouts.
Time passes. He does the same thing. Again. And again. While his adaptability, density, purity and control increases, so does his senses. He can "hear", "smell" and finally " see".
" I will just.. consume others way less since I can live alot alot.. I can feel it... If I increase my energy capacity... I should be able to increase the range of my senses... But why can't I? Maybe... It's because my soul is too torn because of my consumption of others? But how do I live without consuming others?"
As he ponders on such questions, he continues to experience isolation. While his extremely isolationist attitude in life vastly allowed him to adapt to such situations, he still went mad. He increased the amount of times he consumed souls, not because he needed the energy. But because he wanted to see some of their shreds of memories to stay sane. It did help him a bit. Times passes as he calms down, becomes sad and cynical.
"... So... Fucking.... Tired....."
Once in a while, Tearings open and new Souls enter the Chaos. Since his soul has reached the utmost amount of density, purity, etc he decides on trying to enter one of the rifts that appear and escape from the Chaos to another world. His every attemp fails....
"Heh... Of course every attemp fails..."
... Until he sees a huge rift. His "eyes" shine with hope.
"Hopium..."
He "runs" towards the rift. The huge rift, as it opened fast, it starts closing faster.
"NOT THIS TIME, BITCH!"
And our little Devil enters the rift, thus escaping his infinite prison cell.