The man staggered towards the creatures feeding on giant monster as his body twitched. His fingernails had grown longer than they had been. Every motion felt uncanny of what he should be able to do yet as he approached the creatures of many shape and kind they didn't react as they lacked the intelligence to register the danger they were in
In a fraction of a second he lunged at the first moving shape. It had a withered form, with long centipede legs and a mouth that opened almost sidewise. Before it could let out a scream the darkened hands tore through it. The man sunk his teeth into its throat, the taste was rancid and the blood was sour. Then, there was another. And another. It didn't matter. As he came attack any and all that were insight.
He was no longer thinking before acting just following some raw instinct in a body.
But a noise sliced through the dark it was that of his ear getting cut off
He stopped moving his head snapping toward it, his body trembled not from fear but instinctive excitement within no more than a few seconds he picked up his ear and ate it and as though magic it reattached
The attacker descended into view.
It was human looking with feathers white as snow his wings folded against its back.
"Ah" the attacker voiced as it coughed
But the man roared and threw himself at it.
The attacker moved more quickly than sight. And with just his hand, it hit him, twisting the man's jaw sideways. He was thrown backward jumped back up as black goo spilled it quickly started healing making him growled and charged again.
Another hit. His ribs crunched.
Again. Again.
Each time he managed to get back to his feet the attack hit him back down then it finally declared "my my aren't you a wild mutt" with that he sent him back to the down with a kick to his gut then as the man was falling the attacker grabbed his skull and slammed it into the ground cracking on the spot then mushing the man's' face till it was no more that a puddle of blood and flesh But the black liquid inside of him put it back together.
"Persistent." The attacker tilted its head, the song of tearing flesh never broke rhythm. "For that I will tell you my name but you have to tell me yours too deal."
Then it stomped down breaking the man's back "I am Miras, you"
The man in his deformed state let out a snarl half a word coming out raw and desperate. "K... kill you…"
"Mm." Miras crouched low putting his face close to his so near that his mouth almost touching his. "You can speak that's something you don't see is mutts"
He didn't wait for an answer. One wing raked down the man's chest opening him wide. His organs spilled out but then his flesh reformed a living Puzzle. Miras raked him again and again, humming as if conducting an orchestral
"You're not a Human that's for sure ," Miras finally whispered almost delighted "But you're also not a horror hmm... what are you A half breed of some kind."
The man's eyes flickered just for a moment, a wedge of clarity punctured his own insanity. His voice came out ragged weak, but it was a voice.
"Am….Am!!!"
As he tried speaking inside his mind his memories faded faster till the Void seemed to get emptier but as he drifted he heard someone call a name "M..M..." he could make it out the named seemed important but he could not remember why it was important
As Midas's eyes widened, then narrowed, in amusement. "Ahh, there you are"
It hit him across the jaw again, and snapped bone.
"…we're not done here then ."
The man stepped up to stumble upright as ribs twisted and stitched together in sickly jerking motions as the black hands would furl up protectively around him. He inhaled a ragged breath and finally had his wits back. His thoughts were not a whirlpool, they were back to being his.
And then Miras kicked him.
Not to kill him Just a lazy backheel to separate him from sanity and smash into a wall, like it was an afterthought.
"If you're back," Miras said voice spilling out like silk over thorns. "I have a few questions ."
The man spat blood and righted himself. "Ma-"
WHACK! miras slapped him off to the side. And said "snap out of it"
"look at that face" Miras cooed, circling him. The Nightingale's slender figure walked around him consuming space with predatory grace "Don't tell me you want me to continue beating you so sadly."
The man lunged, the darkhands shooting forward crack! Miras caught one hand mid strike, twisted it until the limb popped like it was a snapped branch and pressed the man flat against earth.
Miras sitting on him. Just straddled his chest and hummed a lamenting tune as if it were just a leisure activity pinning him down.
As the man struggled, inside his mind it was not completely empty but as the fragments that lingered began Fading as well, till even as he began to disappear
there was something that wouldn't let go one thought that was simply just existing
"Who… is… Ma"
His voice cracked yet the word refused to form, something pulled at him, dragging pieces of him away his thoughts, his sense of self, everything dissolving into the void.
But that voice remained calling a name he couldn't focus
"M…att…"
He froze.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity
The sound trembled, like it was reaching through something broken… something far away.
His mind shook.
Something inside him reacted—something deep with him simply found the name so dear that he shed tears not understanding why.
"Ma…tt…"
He tried to say it and hold onto it.
"…ias…"
The last fragment of him reached for it
and vanished.
Yet as nothing settled it all peeled always to an array of memories till he opened his eyes and looked up where he heard a voice
"You... play with me well," Miras stated, pushing two fingers to Mattias' chest. An aura ripple poured out of him almost touching him but then
"Ma..t..t..i..a.s"
"Mattias?" Miras looked surprised and then let out a low smile. "That's your name then" He looked at the Man with a smile
Mattias pushing Miras off him lied on the ground exhausted "Yeah I think"
"Well thats a first I was sureI would have too kill you," Miras finally said as he stood stretching . "But for now I have questions I need you to answer"
Mattias looked at him and then looked you and asked "who are you again"
Miras didn't take offence and simply took great joy in saying his name "I am Miras Nightingale"