Dark Divinity

Omen had no intention of making friends with his roommates, but as he walked between Malek and Isaac in silence, he realized how badly he needed allies. At least the to met At least they met each other during their purge and secured a passable relationship, unlike him who was in a brawl with every purger he'd come across.

He glanced at his own body. He wasn't as scrawny as when he was first captured and one week of using his abilities had been enough for him to gain a lean amount of muscle. Though it paled in comparison to Malek's bulging muscles on his red skin, it was still progress. Malek's face wasn't the most handsome, but in this no man's land, strength was the pinnacle of everything. Meanwhile, Isaac had gone back to his jovial expression, whistling happily as they walked.

Omen wondered if it was reasonable for him to break the news of how his girlfriend had cheated on him last night before the mess hall would inform him in a rather painful manner. He stopped himself in the end; if Malek was right and they all grew stronger together, two of them would still have to die while the strongest of them would become the Entity's new body. Sharing personal pain seemed futile in a place where survival was paramount.

It wasn't long before they walked into the hall, and Omen was shocked to see the situation it was in. The scene before him was insanely barbaric. Everyone fought tooth and nail for food that was delivered to them through a skylight roof. Bodies clashed violently, shoving and grappling in a chaotic struggle for sustenance. The air was thick with desperation and the raw, animalistic need to survive.

Meat, bread, vegetables, and bottled beverages fell from the skylight in quick succession, but they disappeared even faster as they hit the ground. The mess hall erupted into a frenzy, and Omen watched in horror as the food was engulfed in a maelstrom of grabbing hands and shouting voices. Blood mixed with the spilled food, and he saw a broken tooth gleaming amid the scraps. Amongst a mountain of cake, he even spotted a severed head, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the chaos.

Omen wasn't new to violence, but the sheer insanity of the scene before him was staggering. Malek, unfazed by the pandemonium, took one glance at the scene with an almost bored expression. "Seems like we came late," he said, his voice lacking any hint of sympathy. "Every man for himself."

With that, Malek strode across the room, his massive frame parting the chaos effortlessly. He approached a short elf who had managed to secure a large slab of what looked like an unknown roasted bird. The elf's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and defiance as he clutched his prize.

Without a word, Malek extended one of his colossal red arms and, with a single swipe, sent the elf crashing to the metal floor. The elf's scream was cut off as he landed heavily, pain etched across his face. Malek casually picked up the roasted bird and began to eat, his expression one of calm satisfaction. The elf, now sprawled on the floor, glared up at Malek with a mixture of anger and desperation.

Malek chewed slowly, his eyes cold and indifferent. The other combatants around them, momentarily distracted by Malek's audacity, quickly resumed their frantic scramble for food.

As Omen took in the chaotic scene around him, he couldn't help but find a twisted amusement in the absurdity of it all. He allowed himself a brief smile, feeling a grim sense of relief. At least now, he didn't have to hide his weaknesses. If he didn't obtain any food, there was no need to force himself to eat; he was completely content with the circumstance, and his countenance remained passively relaxed. His short moment of dark humor though was abruptly interrupted when a girl bumped into him. It was Anna.

"Look who's still alive," she said with a wild smile, her eyes alight with a manic energy. Her presence was jarring, and Omen instantly recalled her face from the previous night, when she had been moaning seductively. The memory was unsettling, and he quickly turned his head away, pretending to observe the chaos with renewed interest.

Anna seemed to misunderstand his reaction. Assuming he was hungry, she pulled out a loaf of bread with a bright smile. "It's all right, Night Seer. I saved one for Isaac, but you can both share."

She turned to Isaac and hugged him warmly. Anna handed him the bread with a grin, her eyes flickering with something Omen couldn't quite place. Omen felt a wave of disgust wash over him at the scene.

Isaac, for his part, accepted the bread with a grateful smile, though his eyes were sharp and wary. "Thanks, Anna," he said, tearing off a piece and offering it to Omen. "We appreciate it."

Omen took the offered bread, nodding curtly. "Thanks," he said, his voice devoid of warmth

"night seer? Isaac enquired, "I never realized my roommate had such a splendid name like that, and I thought Omen was already cool enough."

Though he was asking Omen, Anna was the one who responded, "Didn't you know?", she claimed with a smirk "Omen's only ability is to see in the dark, hence the nickname night seer"

"Well, the eyes must have other skills as well otherwise Omen would not have had any incentive to train them last night," Isaac said, pausing in perplexity.

It was unclear to Isaac who was more surprised, the coughing Omen or Anna, who gasped in shock when she realized there was a chance the darkling had caught her the previous night, or Omen himself, realizing Isaac had watched him leave the chamber but had not followed him to meet his girlfriend in the mess hall.

'Aish! And the bastard was so close to seeing what cheat his girlfriend was'

Fortunately, their train of thought was soon broken. A blue-skinned girl was hurled across the room with ease as she aggressively crashed into Isaac, who stumbled and tried to keep both of them balanced while they were talking in the turmoil of the hall.

"Looks like you fell hard for me, beautiful," he said with a seductive smile as he helped her up after a brief moment.

Omen's jaw fell open in dismay. Not because the flower boy dared to flirt with an alien in front of his girlfriend, but rather because the alien did not meet Omen's standards for beauty.

Her frightening smile, which was loaded with rows of sharp teeth, was stranger than her big yellow eyes or her deep blue skin. Her cheekbones were sharp with a subtle crimson hue, and her sharp teeth glittered ominously. Her smile was so broad that it covered her entire face—wait! Was she blushing?

Isaac's flirty comment hung in the air as the blue-skinned girl glanced up at him with a mixture of admiration and an unsettling, toothy grin. She looked unconcerned by the hectic scene around her, her eyes glinting with an almost ghostly brightness.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice a strange combination of sweetness and resilience. Her wide mouth spread farther as she spoke, and the sight of her razor-sharp teeth made Omen's skin crawl.

As the blue-skinned girl straightened herself, she walked away with a seductive sway of her hips, an unsettling grace that contrasted sharply with her monstrous appearance.

The hall was still in disarray, people shouting and scrambling in all directions. During this turmoil, a short elf—the very same one Malek had stolen food from, whom Omen recognized from the earlier encounter—stumbled into the alien's path.

The collision was sudden and jarring, breaking the girl's seductive rhythm. She turned on the elf with a terrifying speed, her yellow eyes blazing with fury. Before anyone could react, her mouth stretched impossibly wide, a bizarre display of razor-sharp teeth. In one swift, brutal motion, she bit off the elf's head, her maw expanding to swallow his skull whole.

The sound of crunching bone echoed chillingly in the hall as she chewed, her eyes flicking back to Isaac with a horrifying mix of shyness and delight. Blood dripped from her mouth, staining her blue skin as she giggled, a distorted, childlike sound that sent shivers down Omen's spine.

'What in the nine hells?!', few things had managed to freak Omen out this much, he turned to Isaac to gauge the lover boy's expression. Isaac stood frozen; his flirtatious demeanor shattered by the gruesome sight. Omen, watching in horrified disbelief, felt his stomach churn.

With one last, unsettling smile, the girl disappeared back into the chaos, leaving behind a scene of pure horror. The elf's headless body crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around it.

After the trio had recovered from their shock, Anna glared at Isaac with a fury that could have ignited the air between them. Her eyes, dark and piercing, bore into him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"So, were you really cheating right in front of me?" she said, her voice laced with mild annoyance yet carrying the weight of betrayal.

Isaac's face flushed with a mix of guilt and defensiveness. His shoulders tensed, but he tried to maintain an air of nonchalance. Omen stood off to the side, his expression impassive. He found it almost comical that Anna would accuse Isaac of cheating when she herself had been with another man in this very spot just last night. But he didn't care about their tangled relationships; it was none of his business.

Isaac's voice took on an apologetic tone, attempting to placate her. "Oh, come on, babe," he said, trying to follow her as she angrily stormed away, her footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent space.

Omen watched them leave, feeling a wave of relief at finally being alone. He looked down at the sizable piece of bread in his hand. He had no intention of eating it, though.

In one smooth instant, the bread seemed to defy gravity, hovering off his relaxed grip. Omen's eyes followed its path, widening slightly in surprise. The bread floated gracefully into the open palm of a tall blonde girl who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere She had a short furry tail that flowed softly behind her and long fluffy brown ears that twitched in attentiveness.

The girl's eyes twinkled with a nefarious glimmer as she grabbed the bread and ran away without hesitation. Her motions were fluid and fast, like a deer racing across the forest. Omen watched her leave, a tiny smile forming at the corners of his mouth. He had no intention of pursuing her. The food held no value to him.

The chaos of the hall was easing up now, the frenzy of desperate bodies subsiding into a heavy silence. Those who remained were the unlucky ones, the ones who had found nothing amidst the chaos. The entire hall was a gruesome montage of despair: wasted food mixed with blood, creating a nauseating slush that covered the floor. The stench was overwhelming, a pungent blend of rot and iron.

Some slaves, unable to resist their gnawing hunger, had begun shamelessly eating directly from the filthy floor. Omen nearly retched in disgust as he watched two girls, their faces gaunt and eyes hollow, fighting tooth and nail over a smashed cake that had a long, torn intestine draped across it like some incongruous garnish. Their fingernails clawed at each other's faces, their teeth bared in primal rage, each desperate to claim the foul morsel for themselves.

Omen averted his gaze, thankful once again that he did not need food. He still had ample energy. Yet, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: what would happen if he ever ran out of it though? The idea was unsettling, but he pushed it aside. There were more immediate concerns to address.

As he turned to leave the hall, his eyes met Jacobi's across the room. They were both shocked for a moment. Kan and Clay, as usual, were beside him. The trio grinned, each for different reasons, as they saw him. Clay, with a glint of malevolent glee in his eyes, wanted payback and was grateful for this unannounced encounter. Kan, with a scientific curiosity, was glad that his potential experiment had survived. Jacobi, however, had a different expression—one of sincere relief. For some unknown reason, he was simply glad that Omen had made it through.

"Fuck," Omen muttered angrily, feeling the familiar restriction of his movement. He knew there was no rule against killing. After all, the master still hosted the purges for the sole purpose of weeding out the chaff. The trio approached him slowly, their intentions clear and menacing.

At that moment, the slim roommate suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if he had faded into existence directly in front of Omen. His appearance was so abrupt and silent that it seemed almost supernatural. Omen's eyes widened in surprise and confusion, but he didn't have time to react further.

The slim roommate stood between Omen and the approaching trio, his posture calm and relaxed. Clay sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"What's this, Omen? Got yourself a guardian angel?" His eyes darted to the slim roommate, sizing him up with a predator's gaze.

Kan, on the other hand, looked intrigued. "Interesting. Another variable in the experiment," he mused, his fingers twitching with the desire to analyze this new development. Jacobi's expression softened slightly, though his guard remained up. "This isn't the place for this," Jacobi said quietly, his voice carrying an edge of warning.

The unexpected presence had obstructed Clay's view, allowing Omen to move once again. As he turned to thank his rescuer, his breath stuck in his throat. His roommate's eyes were bright crimson.

'A master?'