God Is A Game Designer - 125 C124 Assistants Agony

Stepping into the larger chamber the darkness profound in such a place without the lamp was not something a normal human could do. While Nathan had some night vision due to his race it still made the entire room darker then what was comfortable.

Expanding more of his power as the energy leaked from his eyes. The walls rumbling as larger, thicker and stranger looking blue vines fell from the walls and hung from the ceiling and sides.

After a few minutes, large blue pods started to grow from the thickness before blooming into a dazzling display of light as the colourful blue light cascaded down the walls and floor.

Each second passing as the light filled the room to display such a grizzly sight. The corpse of Nathan’s daughter pulled across the middle of the room with half her body still stuck in the pit at the end.

Chunk’s of flesh ripped from her body like someone harvesting from an animal as the face remained still intact with a smile stuck on. It seemed her last moments filled with gratitude or satisfaction on whatever she had done.

Each second passing as the rumbling above him continued as he heard off in the distance voices coming closer from the southern doorway. While had come from the eastern wing from the secret entrance these people knew the actual location to enter this place.

Sinking into the shadows as he used his powers to dull the plants before allowing them to entirely turn off the light as they obeyed the creator fully. The darkness was flooding back in as Nathan watched from the dark recesses.

Assistant to the Pope Archi had first lost his honour during the chase of the exiles. The princess had found an ally with a god that wiped out almost his entire troop. After the long and painful trek home, he had to explain to his brother that his sibling had perished due to a Demigod. If it were not for the other generals and assistants backing him up, he would be dead on a spike.

The Pope of the Vortex had taken the news terribly as he began to indulge in many things. Slaves, Drugs, Alcohol and much more. The Pope’s body even rounder than his late brother who had perished. Instead of ordering the soldiers to prepare for war instead he chose the cheap option of cheaper maintenance and only paying half cost for the units under the churches command.

Sadly this allowed more indulgence and with the money not going to the adventurers after the undead stopped spawning meant the church was overflowing with a short-term cash influx. The Eastside became filled with cash that merchants ended closing the stores as the entire district enjoyed life for the few weeks that this had happened.

When Archi awoke this morning, he felt nothing different. The first sign of difference was the wall that had gotten destroyed in the most mysterious circumstances. He had eventually assumed that this wall had collapsed due to poor craft or smugglers digging under it.

Even when he had heard the ravagings of the mad guard saying that he saw a man smashing it with his bare fist most people just laughed due to the strangeness. No one else had seen it, but this one man had happened to stumble across and see this event.

Most people were calling Jack crazy as he eventually was forced out into the slum district due to the craziness of his words along with his family. Of course, his money taken due to the trouble he had caused. All money was acquired as the fine demanded.

If only Archi had listened as he heard rumours of the black market district going quietly almost as they had vanished in an instance. His informants either dead, vanished or so pale with mouths tightly sealed as if they had seen a ghost.

The real kick in the teeth came when he sat in the sunshine on one of the balconies enjoying tea from the traders when he saw the man walking across the bridge like a reaper. His scythe was cutting down people one head at a time.

His self-instinct kicked in as he fled to the teleportation room before heading deep underground. Waiting under the safe area for some time with his guards he felt panic setting in when no one arrived which caused his fear to grow. He decided to press onwards hoping that everyone was still okay but knew that a pissed off god could do enough damage to kill to destroy them all. He needed to head back to Saleh and report this.

Arriving into the room as he looked around to see all the tools, equipment and the flesh still around. His smile was growing as he nodded to all six of his guards.

“Ok, Split up and grab the tools, equipment and flesh, As much as you can but make sure to grab the divine daggers as they are irreplaceable. It’s the only item that can cut the flesh of a God. Hurry up before that Demigod arrives here and kills us all!”

The group began to split up as Archi approached the dead body of the Goddess of Death. His frown was growing as he still felt some guilt to the treatment of this woman. Annoyance as he wished the church had never done this sort of task.

His eyes were turning as he noticed several dark shapes on the ground as he moved up with his lantern. Seeing what appeared to be a substantial effect.

The old man was dead without much expressing the reason while the one skeleton was laying on the floor without any clear identification. The last one a young woman with her head completely caved in with the brain, muscle and blood scattered all over the floor. Each death different from the previous.

“Who the hell…?”

His vision scanned around before he lifted his lantern as he looked up. So many vines and strange plants growing from the ceiling as he felt his stomach dropping. His eyes looked around as he noticed none of his guards. The sounds of working now gone as nothing remained.

“Hello?”

His words echoed as his eyes caught two pure white eyes staring at him from the darkness. The man was coming from the night as his words echoed back.

Nathan’s words were echoing out to the man who froze in pure fear.

“We meet again.”