Kingdom Come: Deliverance, but Warhammer 40k

And the one who started all of this.

Even the kind-hearted demon Anastasius was now somewhat flustered by the chaos he had caused.

It had no idea what was happening to its body.

After all, no human has ever taught a demon how to be a good demon...

I just felt a little itchy on my skin, and then a little green light appeared.

I don't know why those corrupt and filthy creatures would harbor such great malice towards me.

Even if it means abandoning pretense, one must still kill oneself.

Anastasius was forced to confront those "prototypes of demons" himself...

It clutched its head and thrashed about, while the newly grown tentacles on its back danced wildly and uncontrollably.

Dozens of tentacles of varying thickness lashed out like whips.

  

A corrupt cultist, underestimating his opponent and failing to dodge, was sent flying into the air, his body caved in, and he was broken in two in mid-air.

Blood splattered.

The severed limbs fell down; the person was not quite dead yet.

The severed organs are still groping each other to get back together, trying to grow back into one place.

Anastasius succumbed to his instinct to eat, and his fleshy whiskers thrust forward.

Like rolling up a dessert, it was only natural to stuff that struggling, wailing lump of meat into one's mouth.

His face was distorted from human form, stretched into the shape of a wild beast.

The densely packed sharp teeth open and close.

However, his face was twisted into a bitter expression, much like a human.

"This tastes awful... I can't understand why a demon would like this... Maybe I ate it too fast and didn't taste it?"

He simply stretched his neck out and buried his head in his food.

Despite his constant complaining, the demon's body honestly accepted the extra meal.

The moment the substance, carrying the scent of Nurgle, entered Anastasius's throat, the tissues around his body trembled.

A feeling of fullness spread through my body.

It was like a homeless person who had been starving for ten or fifteen days finally stuffing dry food into their stomach.

It's warm and comforting, and I feel very content.

However, the feeding time of demons is destined to be short-lived.

Although the other Nurgle monsters were blocked by his tentacles and could not get close.

But the ship's guards, being mere mortals, were not so lucky.

This was an unexpected situation...

Although there are contingency plans in place to prevent attacks during the transport of demons.

However, no one expected such a large-scale Chaos invasion, and they were not adequately prepared in terms of equipment or ammunition.

While Anastasius was eating.

His secondary eye, which had grown on the back of his head, saw a young guard lying face up in a pool of blood.

His arms had turned a dark purple, similar to Anastasius's condition when he was first infected.

The grayish-green pustules swelled up along the blue veins and began to spread throughout his body.

The soldier lying on the ground stared at his rapidly festering flesh, the light in his eyes gradually fading away.

The infection of chaos is a vicious cycle. The weaker and more out-of-control a person is, the more they are affected by the psionic energy of the subspace.

The expanding plague will further accelerate the collapse of one's inner self.

"It's over..."

"I don't want to become a monster... I don't want to die."

The young man loosened his fingers, and the laser rifle clattered to the ground.

He closed his eyes, but ultimately could not bring himself to kill himself and end his own depravity.

"sorry……."

Anastasius raised his head, and his distorted face gradually began to return to normal.

He stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on that desperate face.

A sudden wave of suffocation washed over me, and an indescribable sense of irritation rushed to my head.

It couldn't figure out how to name such a complex emotion.

Only one thought remained in my subconscious.

Patients should not display such a death-like demeanor, as if they have given up on treatment.

His name is Anastasius, an evil human being known for his resurrection and healing.

His instincts urged him to twist his body and get closer to the unfortunate man.

*Smack!* A tentacle slapped cleanly across the young guard's cheek.

"Shut up!"

The young soldiers didn't understand the situation and were somewhat bewildered.

Snapped!

He slapped her again with his backhand.

"Shut up! You're disturbing my meal."

"Listening to this is making me lose my appetite!"

The young guard was repeatedly whipped until his head was swollen like a pig's head, and his mind was filled with a buzzing sound.

Physiological tears overflow uncontrollably.

"you……"

"What exactly do you want to do...?"

Anastasius, too, could not provide an answer to this.

The newly born demon wasn't even sure what it was right now...

He was a demon, chaotic and without purpose, born from the corruption of Nurgle, but he did not walk His path.

Even in the subspace, there should be a small image of one's own.

But he couldn't understand it.

Ultimately, he was a fool.

He swallowed hard as he watched the plague begin to spread across the young soldier's body.

I actually felt a hunger at this moment.

The instinct to eat overwhelmed rational hesitation at this moment.

A fleshy tendril stretched forward and tightly gripped the festering arm.

puff.

Skin and flesh, along with the blackened shoulder joint, were torn off.

"Aaaaaahh ...

A piercing scream rang out, but he, being a demon, ignored it.

Anastasius held the still-oozing, pus-filled limb in his hands, his mouth agape.

He took a bite.

Yellow-green pus trickled down the corner of his mouth in a thin line.

Its facial features were distorted, as if filled with hatred.

"It tastes awful..."

"Why does it taste so bad...?"

It could slide down the esophagus along with the corrupt organization.

Anastas's vision ahead was shrouded in a murky green fog.

It seemed to glimpse a massive, immeasurably large, bloated body.

That silhouette sat atop a throne piled high with decay and disease.

Endless plague, skeletons, and festering sores meandered around the seat.

It nourishes His paradise, which is full of life.

Among the strange fungi that make up the jungle.

Creatures that were not much more attractive than Anastasius at this moment roamed among them.

A strange deer with glowing green eyes looked curiously at the demon who had strayed into this place, and Anastasius shuddered.

A sense of guilt, like a rat caught stealing oil, welled up from the depths of his soul.

Its current situation is like that of a stinking rat hiding in a corner of the kitchen.

It quietly snatched away a tiny bit of food scraps that its owner wouldn't even look at, and secretly ate them in a corner.

The imposing figure paid no heed to a mere thief.

Anastasius sensed His current gaze.

It is moving in another direction.

In that direction.

Henry was wielding a chainsaw sword, hacking and slashing through the enemy ranks.

Just as a one-eyed alien leaped up to pounce, its rotating serrated teeth sliced ​​through its shoulder and ripped open its chest.

Blood splattered into the air.

The sound of war drums emanated from the knights, growing ever more deafening.

Anastasius jolted awake.

The battlefield was once again filled with chaos.

The scene I just witnessed felt like a daydream.

"...What the hell is this? Am I crazy?"