Continue at your own risk, but I would not recommend doing so if you are any of the following; under the age of 18, pregnant, have children, have a history of receiving nightmares after reading scary stories or have a high risk of heart attack, seizure, or stroke. You will shit yourself and cry to your mother. You will have your child early. You will become paranoid. You will never leave your home again. And if You are lucky, You will wake up in the hospital. There is no happy ending.

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WARNING!!! CONTAINS VORE

“in every single way you’re imagining”

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All Undead who had been connected to the Wyyvern of Undeath were now nonexistent, torn from existence individually all at once by God Wyyvern. The Wyyvernwriter’s Multiverse’s Living Realms were all that remained and they were empty. God Wyyvern searched the Void, but could not find New Valhalla where all Life from all corners of the Wyyvernwriter’s Multiverse had been watching the tournament between long Dead Gods and Immortal, mostly Living, Knights inside the massive mechanical Realm, which was neither Living nor Dead. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Woodsmann Hungasfu shuttered slowly into the microphone. “Th-the Com-Committ Committer of Ss-ssev-ven hundred De-Deadly Sins is sitting right next to me,” as the horrifying sight of crimson and black with dull rusty metallic teeth and claws opened its long narrow gaping maw to devour Woodsmann whole.

“Spiphy!” Vladamir Korvachoff walked out to the center of New Valhalla’s arena. “I hear you wish to die!”

The Devourer of life phased through a camera that was watching Vladamir and walked towards him, in mid-air, on solid ground that was not there. The caped warrior’s path seemed to twist him full circle as he approached his challenger, “Ah, the half Vampire half Archangel has come to save the day,” a voice only the Dead could hear echoed to the Living as an ear-wrenching, blood-curdling, teeth-gnashingly, horribly terrifying sound accompanied by a seemingly random tap tap tapping. “What a heroic blood-sucking parasite,” standing upside down at an angle in mid-air upon solid ground that was not there, “my name is Mr. Spiphy an…”

“And you are one surprisingly well-groomed mother fucker,” Vladamir interrupted pointing out Mr. Spiphy’s true appearance, “with perfect posture too. Does your cape naturally disobey gravity, or is it stiff for another reason?” as the villain slowly walked down to the arena floor with a toothy grin, “What sharp teeth and claws you have, so shiny. Do you polish them?” he stared into Vladamir’s eyes. “Don’t get me started on that little ball of mesmerizing bullshit you’re holding. I know the Living can see that!” Vladamir shouted so the whole of New Valhalla could hear him and Woodsmann put all cameras on them. “Don’t look directly at it, run from the glow it gives, and don’t let him get the hat that hides this Realm! It’s what he wants. If you can hear him, he knows where you are. Don’t get eaten.”

“You are stalling,” said Mr. Spiphy.

“No,” Vladamir replied, “I’m flattering.”

“That will get you nowhere,” Mr. Spiphy chuckled.

“Well, I just thought you’d want to hear some words of kindness,” Vladamir spread his massive wings which had been his heavy feathered cape, “before I killed you.”

“You really don’t know a thing about me, do you?” Mr. Spiphy inquired.

“What? Do you prefer sweet nothings?” Vladamir jested.

Mr. Spiphy’s grin disappeared, “I’d prefer to die.”

“Suit yourself,” with blinding speed, Vladamir rushed to end the Devourer of Life, but found himself impaled instead, “what? How? Not possible…”

“More than a flesh wound, I’m afraid,” Mr. Spiphy twisted Alexandra, the Wyyvern Bastard Sword of Vampirism, through Vladamir’s heart. “She was never connected to the Nekolich, but she was always connected to you and your kin. I took her and murdered them all. All but you,” he pushed Vladamir Korvachoff’s limp dying body away with Alexandra still stabbed through his heart. Vladamir dropped after a few frantic breathes turning to dust and taking Alexandra with him. Thus Vampirism was no more, and only the Living remained.

With no one left who could see his true form or understand his speech, Mr. Spiphy turned to the audience with a toothy grin that appeared on every monitor. He opened his mouth, ever so slightly, and ran his tongue between his dull rusty metallic needle-like teeth which fit back together perfectly like a trap. Before the horrifying sight’s tongue could finish its round, “Iron! Ram!” Sarah Iron slid back from the impact of her undefeated headbutt as drops of blood fell from her forehead. It had not even made the monster bite his tongue, “not possible,” she shuttered in disbelief. The Devourer of Life tasted the air as he moved slowly towards Sarah who drew her short sword to slash at him. He caught the sword in a monstrous bare talon-like hand and crumpled its blade as though it were paper. She slashed at him with her six-inch retractable claws, but they did nothing to him. A few even broke off, painfully. He grabbed her by the throat and in front of the entire audience had his way with her as she kicked and screamed. She frantically clawed at him and the ground in an effort to escape. With every thrust, he slowly devoured her alive from the inside until he had finished and then Sarah Iron was no more.

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I warned you…

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Akiri Gen had left for New Valhalla’s main control center as soon as Woodsmann made the announcement. The Devourer of Life’s screeching roar-ish howl echoed through New Valhalla’s mechanisms with volume rivaled only by the seemingly random tap tap tapping that accompanied it. She had to stop everytime that terrible noise echoed to cover her ears, but she was sure she was deep enough in New Valhalla’s bowels by now that he could not get to her.

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A family of three with one on the way huddled in the corner of a small room they had found and barricaded. They had wanted to run, but the baby had different plans, so they had been forced to improvise. “You can do it sweetheart, nice and quiet now,” whispered the paranoid husband of Aamillia Paidorson who held her hand in fear of losing his family.

“Oh, Henry my love,” Aamillia touched her hand to his cheek, “still your heart. I think… ah” she pushed, “I think that thing can hear it.”

“Is mom gonna be okay?” a worried boy asked his father.

“Yes, Dayl,” Henry replied to his son. “Now help me keep her safe and go watch the entrance,” he returned his attention to his wife’s bulging belly.

Suddenly Dayl screamed, “Son! are you…”

“Shh!” Agent0 lowered his gun and hushed him as he looked around, “be quiet,” the faceplate of his helmet opened. “I picked up the double heartbeat. Where is the mother?” Henry pointed to his wife. “We need to move quickly; he will be drawn to this event.”

“What do you mean drawn to this event?” Henry questioned. “What is that thing? the Devil?”

“No,” Agent0 replied, “he ate the Devil and the God who once rivaled him.”

“Wh who are you?” Dayl was crying.

Agent0 stood up locking and loading his gun as he took a puff from the joint held in between his lips, “I’m the guy who’s gonna save your…” All the Paidorsons could see were the dull rusty metallic snarling jaws that had closed around Agent0 and then those jaws disappeared. Henry through his son over the barricade and collapsed the entrance entirely so as to block the Monster before him as it belched up Agent0’s rifle, still firing.

Then Aamillia Paidorson heard her husband scream, then she heard the Devourer eat, “no. No, no, no, Dayl?” and she could not see her son anywhere, “Dayl!” she screamed.

“Mom!” Aamillia’s son’s voice almost seemed to echo. Then she turned and next to her, barred by the, ever so slightly, opened jaws, was Dayl begging his mother to do something. Speechless and helpless to stop it the jaws shut, and she watched the lump that was her son go down the monster’s throat.

Then the Devourer turned his attention to her bulging belly, “No! she screamed, No!” but she found herself unable to move as he opened his mouth at her wombs entrance and slid his long slender tongue in. Aamilia squirmed pointlessly as he gently, being careful not to harm the infant, pulled the child out and into his mouth cutting the umbilical cord with a chomp and a gulp. Now unable to make any noise at all she stared into the Devourer’s eyes and saw no sign of empathy or even so much as a care as he swallowed her broken body and soul whole feet first.

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The Devourer’s terrible sound echoed again, but this time she recognized the tap tap tapping. “That’s morse could for… No,” now unable to not understand everything Mr. Spiphy tapped Akiri was forced to know the fate of all he encountered as the Devourer narrated every meal aloud. “Ariel, Zen,” she mourned. “Fucking monster,” she had to get to New Valhalla’s main control center and override its systems, maybe then she could at least kick him out of the Realm.

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Three girls and two guys had snuck away mid-tournament and set up a campsite on a remote World within New Valhalla’s arena. The grass was blue, the sky was green, and the water was so clear you could see all the way to its bottom. It was a paradise. Under the starry night sky, Billy told a scary story to his friends; Kelly, Gabe, Trillian, and Gretta. This story was long and needlessly drawn out but created a strong aroma of fear. Fear that the Devourer of Life caught a whiff of and he decided to listen to the story, “AH!!! he screamed as the beast snarled before him. Then it ate his arms, then his legs, and swallowed the rest of him whole,” he paused suddenly, “Still screaming.”

“Cool story, bra,” Gabe slow clapped and stood up, “but the ending sucked…” Then he screamed as Mr. Spiphy ate his arms one at a time, then his legs then closed his jaws around the rest of Gabe who was still screaming, and swallowed him whole. Paralyzed and unable to utter any sound at all Billy, Kelly, Trillian, and Gretta could hear Gabe’s screams become quieter and quieter until nothing. The Monster before them had not lost his slender physique from Gabe’s heavyset body. He sounded his roar-ish howl and tap tap tapped the biggest claw on his monstrous talon-like feet so that the Living might know every detail of his meal as he narrated it in morse code. Being sure to do everything exactly as Billy’s story had been told.

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A little girl, def and all alone, skipped through New Valhalla’s stadium corridors innocently as she looked for her mother who had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. She could not hear his sound. She could not hear his stomach growl or the tap tap tapping warning he gave her. She only saw him.

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After crawling past and through massive gears and hydraulics, air and steam vents, and reactors Akiri Gen had, “finally,” made it to New Valhalla’s main control room. Having once been the Wyyvern Knight of Mechanics she was well versed in everything she saw before her. “My turn to play,” Akiri Gen over road New Valhalla’s systems and began shifting the Realm around Mr. Spiphy’s location so she could lead him to an exit and lock the door behind him.

Then the horrible sound stopped, and all that remained was the tapping as Mr. Spiphy placed his predatory gaze directly upon Akiri Gen, “I see you.” Everything suddenly shut down, and all was pitch black. Akiri saw a crimson red glow and was suddenly carried by the back of her shirt’s collar and phasing through everything in the way until she found herself in the Void. He put a pinstriped fedora that he had grabbed on the way out upon his head and looked into Akiri’s eyes with false empathy, “That’s better,” she could understand him now and she became lost in the round black pupils of his blood red eyes, “they are all me now,” Mr. Spiphy smiled under his new hat which hid him from whomever he wished and allowed him to fully control how the Living saw and heard him. “Won’t you join them, it’s painless, I promise.”

“Yes,” Akiri replied.

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The End?