Ricebowl 70

  Working as a cleanup and disposal worker for a local oil and toxic waste infusion plant wasn’t the most glamorous or safe job but it was one that paid quite well and also meant that they weren’t dumping things into the ocean or the environment which made the job quite a bit more tolerable for you. You spent most of the day inside of a silver biohazard suit, your skin sweating due to the warmth and your breath being restricted by the gas mask that you had to wear, stepping around the much in reinforced boots with a pressure washer strapped to your back. With the pressure washer, you sued it to clean up all the waste from the mixers as well as move it all to the final dumping place underneath the facility, with the sludge being as thick as molasses and as dark as the abyss itself, rumours circling the workplace about what special properties that it had. One of the biggest rumours that had come out of the workplace was that the sludge was sentient and had often taken a liking to people,

  The subway was always a rather dangerous place between the several stabbing that had occurred over the past couple months and the vagrants that were everywhere who were either drunk, high of several dangerous substances or were institutionally insane but you had never heard of something quite like this. Over about a week or so people had started to find corpses in the late hours of the nights, almost all of them either being placed onto the tracks which got the corpses eviscerated by the train and were nearly hanging off the train tracks, with you even finding a couple on your late-night cleaning shift. The corpses were often found with large claws marks over the course in several parts of the body including the chest and the threat as well as several of them having broken bones with a massive amount of spit being attached to the limbs, to the point that they were dripping with the sticky substance. At first, people had just assumed that this was some kind of wild beast that had infi

  The sounds of the cars moving above you echoed out to you below them, with the sound being particularly loud whenever as they moved over to the sewer grates, your torchlight being the only source of illumination as you trudged through them, the smell of the sewers burning your nostrils as you walked. The smell had always been putrid to you but in the recent weeks it had been getting worse and worse but you knew that it wasn't because the pipes were clogged or anything, the smell is from a much more disgusting source. It had been weeks since you had seen the first pack of rats corpses in the area, the skin and most of the flesh being stripped from the bones and left in the waters of the sewers, rotting away to shreds by the time that you had found it. You would have thought very little of this until you found another pile, then another, then another with you soon realising you had something else on the hands. Since then you had been seeing that whatever this creature was killing m

  The feeling of your headbanging and the fact your eyelids felt like they were weighing about ten or so tonnes indicated that you had way too much to drink last night, the several cans of cider and the bottle of vodka lying on your table being an indicator of that as you woke up on the sofa. You looked to your left to see your girlfriend, Alundra was still asleep, her head resting up against the arm of the sofa as she stirred in her sleep slightly, with his chuckling as you moved over to her, resting your head on her soft-haired shoulder. You could feel her wings beat against her clothes and your chest, her legs moving down your own before moving away as she stretched out, her deep black eyes opening up lazier as she clutched her head, her antenna moving lazily up as she looked over to you. “Wakie, wakie, sleepyhead.” You Said with a smile, elicited a chuckle from the gothic woman. “Good morning, darling. God, how much did we have to drink last night, my heads killing me.”She Said as

  It had to have been about half a month now since the demonic war had started with the first few days being the bloodiest of all, thousands of cities being ransacked and filled with bodies, guts and organs being everywhere to the point they placed everyone they could in the military which included you. After the first day, you had begun hearing rumours that people were being kidnapped by strange drones which lacked arms, the creatures seemingly taking them and the marines never returning. You assumed that they were being taken somewhere much more merciful than the battlefield, especially because a couple of your coworkers had claimed that they were angels, with you remember seeing fireballs hitting people on the heads, burning them into ashes as they screamed out in pain, Seeing Pinkies as some called them ripping people apart on their horns and  Revenants using rockets to shoot out and blowing people to smithereens. Then, on the fourth day of the war, the demon changed strategy, deci