Chapter 6: The Day of Catastrophe
Eight years ago...
A creature that looked dressed for a Christmas party: a jumpsuit painted in red, brown and black, a white-based mask with an enthusiastic smile carved across it, and a weird pointed hat with two floppy points, each tipped with a bell.
...
Na: Quagmire, Clown of the Living
Classification: Nightmare
Scarlet Kin – Apocalypse Manifestation
Threat Level: Catastrophe
(Uncontained)
...
The clown stood taller than any building in the human domain, tall enough to see for miles in every direction, yet it refused to stay still. It held a scythe nearly as tall as itself, swinging it while its movents shook the earth.
Flas, arrows, wind, earth, anything humans could throw at it... everything in their arsenal at that mont was futile against the Quagmire.
anwhile, sowhere in the Third District, Maroon, a child with hair held in cream locs, sat by the corpses of his entire family.
It took one swing from the Catastrophe-level threat to split his parents in two, parents who did everything they could to protect him.
Worse, the child’s house was destroyed in the process, and all the destruction happening outside—loud, horrific screams, explosions, desperate attempts for survival—ate into his mind.
Yet after sitting near their corpses for what felt like forever, unlike so many who’d lost their minds or their will to shed tears, this kid managed so.
Not a few, not little. The hiccups that wracked him for days were born of his terror that day.
"I had to pray every day to whoever cursed us, hoping... hoping I could beco one. I wanted to be an Akuma too."
Julien rested on his bed, eyes fixated on the white ceiling.
’Akuma’ was what so people without Inheritance called those who had one. It ant "devil
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