Rounds of Death 1

The man’s gaze pierced the girl’s back.

“No worries, honey. I’m perfectly–blargh!” She could barely make it through her sentences. “Look, I know eating hearts gives me diarrhea, but how else will our child know good blood from bad blood? Though, I do wish it was from morning sickness–blargh!” Her words were insane, and yet, to her, they were completely true. She had no idea what the difference between good or bad blood was, but she believed there was one regardless.

The man simply stared at her in silence, receiving a sweet chuckle from the girl.

“You’re too sweet, hon–blargh!”

~~~

Even though the sky was always a perpetual sunset, the girl knew it was just past noon as she came out of the outhouse.

“That was the last of–urk!” She managed to hold in the last bit of her stomach. “See? Perfectly fine.”

The man stood still, not uttering a single world.

The girl wrapped his arms around her, moving her hips as if she was being embraced. “Aww, thank you, honey.” She leaned in, giving a small peck on the lips. “Stop it,” she said, her tone embarrassed yet sultry. “It's too early for that. And we don’t even have any blood.”

The man made no attempt to respond.

Her cheeks blushed red. “Okay, okay. I can’t say no to you.” She twisted out of his arms, allowing them to flop loosely to his side. “I’ll go find the perfect place. You can follow whenever you’re ready.”

The girl made her way out of the church, making sure to diligently close each door she passed through. Once outside, she looked around the empty plain and the ever growing forest beyond it.

Hmm, I wonder which way I should go today? She never had a specific direction in mind when going on her occasional walks. After all, no matter where she went, she would always end up back at the church. It was honestly quite convenient.

BOOOOOOM! This time; however, she didn’t need to drop a stick. Constant explosions rang out from behind her, playing a never-ending melody. Where there were explosions, there were people. And as a member of the church, she had to help and provide salvation. So, with a skip in her step, she headed off towards the dissonance, beginning her rounds.

~~~

The girl hummed a tune as she leisurely strolled through the forest. There were barely any thoughts in her head, but occasionally, she would think about the man. Sometimes, she would be swept off her feet. Other times, it was a passionate embrace.

She spun around, gripping her shoulders as she gushed. A fireball flew just past where she was a moment before, but she hadn’t dodged it completely. Her left hand was singed, deep red on some parts, charred black on others. A thin trail of blood leaked from the wound, the rest having been cauterized. Her body spasmed as she licked it off her hand, conjuring even more arousing situations in her mind.

This played out every time she was lured into an attack. She would dodge in ignorance, receiving a moderate, but non-disruptive wound. Then, she would lap up any blood, picturing even more intense scenes as she continued on her rounds. There was no fear or acknowledgement, only acceptance. The world was at war, after all. A few scrapes, stab wounds, and burns were expected.

Eventually, the girl stopped, noticing something out of the corner of her eye. As she turned, her smile faltered for a brief moment. Hundreds of bodies scattered across the area. While there were a few still intact, most were horribly disfigured – chunks of their bodies forcibly ripped out. The girl took a knee and offered a quiet prayer, wishing them the best in the afterlife.

With practiced motions, the girl went to each body and took a lick of their blood. Without resistance, their bodies dissolved in an instant, leaving behind the blood to stain the ground red. Although filled with ecstasy, she maintained her serious facade as she searched for survivors.

~~~

After clearing up the fringes, she made her way towards the center of the carnage. There were even more bodies here, almost all of them in parts. However, the girl did not sway from her duty, once again taking a knee before starting.

“Help… me…” A faint moan echoed through the brief silence between explosions, asking for salvation. The girl sprang up, following the sounds of the voice back to its source. Lying there was a woman buried under a pile, crying as blood slowly trickled from her mouth. Her eyes were unfocused, muttering the same words over and over.

“O lost child, what is your name?” The girl spoke, checking her wounds. Everything below the torso was gone, leaving behind her entrails. She was only alive from the pressure of the pile, but even that was nearing its limits.

“M-mallory… Please… help… me…” the woman, Mallory, managed to croak.

“...I’m sorry. I am unable to grant any miracles, only salvation,” she said, her voice slightly strained.

“...I… see…” Mallory turned her hazy gaze upon the girl. After a few minutes, she spoke with resolve. “I… w-wish…” However, near the end, she hesitated, unable to say any more. However, the girl knew exactly what she was asking for.

“I understand.” The girl leaned down towards Mallory, bringing her lips a hair's breadth away. Then, she moved towards the trailing blood, slightly sticking out her tongue.

As the girl went to lick the side of her mouth, Mallory clearly spoke the words that made her hesitate.

“I don’t want to die.”

The next moment, her body dissolved into a pile of blood, leaving only her heart behind.

The girl looked at the heart for a brief second before swallowing it whole. Her wounds fizzled away – her clothes the only evidence that something had occurred.

Then, with a hint of sadness and pleasure, the girl cleaned up the rest of the bodies.