And so, he found his answer.
“Does... my body reflect my mental state? I have gone past mom and Katy's deaths, started a new task, moving on. Does this demonic body reflect that? I grow strong mentally and physically, gathering different looks and abilities… what a small hope in this horrible city.”
Gellio now had been picking up bodies for a long while, still encountering that green goo in the areas he went back to. Repeating his task, picking up bodies and storing them in his demonic body. Traveling and seeing more and more of what's left of Shorin.
After a long while up in the northern areas, Gellio decided to scout out the marketplace once again. Going in the ruined shops, checking areas for more bodies, and re-checking places he had gone dozens of times before. He then went to the forests in the outskirts of the market, one of the few places he had not gone to or checked obsessively.
“No green goo here, well not yet. When I come back, this place will probably be filled to the brim with it.”
So he walked, the forest destroyed and torn, with few trees actually standing.
“What a beautiful place, this once was. Sad that everything is now demolished.”
Soon enough, Gellio found bodies, touching them as usual, he gathered their life dust once again. He did this with incredible speed, now having grown quite used to it.
“...Wonder how these poor people would react seeing my demonic form... would they think that they'll go to hell?”
Nevertheless, Gellio kept at it, touching every body he could and gathering them into him less than a minute later. It was lonely and repetitive, just like every other area.
Nothing could distract him from his strange task. Hence, he picked up what he thought was the last body in the whole Wasteland. The dust in himself and the feelings welled up in him,
Gellio was thinking about going back to the marketplace to see the condition of the now crumbled city once more. Suddenly though, he saw a fast-moving form out in the distance of the forest. It was green from afar. Gellio couldn't make it out; he hadn’t seen something that could move in the Wasteland. It moved once again so therefore, he was determined to follow it.
Once he was going after it in a steady and watchful pace, Gellio now ran after the green entity, his blue fire going out of his demonic body. When the green body came to a halt, it was only to pick up more speed. The spots filled with green sticky goo that he had seen in areas before was used to slow him down in his tracks.
“I barely left this forest, does it spread this fast... or is that…thing making it?”
Although the sticky substance slowed him down, Gellio managed to catch up. It was a long and dreadful race through this forest, but it seemed it was only because the form decided to stop. It looked like it was studying Gellio quite carefully, while he lumbered trough the surface of the woods.
When the boy finally caught up, he saw the true form of this new arrival. Dark green greasy and sticky skin, yet with a humanoid body and features. It was a masculine body build and look, and its large round eyes seemed to stare at his soul, if Gellio even had one. Another product of this strange attack.
The form was sitting down now, relaxed in a primitive camp, amongst trees filled with the sticky goo. The camp was something seemingly done very quickly, but a bit refined with other additions, into a more cozy place. It seemed to be looking down, yet when Gellio tried to go further in, the form instantly jumped to its feet, pouncing upon him. Its slimy hand now turned into a sharp point, and even before Gellio could act, the green form had that pointed arm in his dark neck. The green body opened his mouth, sticky trails of slime going between his lips. And it spoke, saying:
“Not an inch closer.”
“It would be reasonable to stay still, wouldn't it, o' mysterious green guy?” Gellio answered, a bit rhetorically, yet his voice came out a bit deeper than he had thought.
The green guy now moved closer, his features now changing to a more examining expression. However, the needle still stayed at Gellio’s neck, moving and sinking a bit deeper ever-so-slowly, pain starting to be felt in Gellio’s form.
“What is this demonic form…?”
“I could ask the same for yours, slime one.”
“Silence!"
And so it kept examining every inch of Gellio’s dark form, getting curious about seemingly everything about it. The needle never wavered, stretching out around his arm in very flexible ways.
When he looked back at him, his features grew into a grin and his slime trails opened his mouth, saying:
“Seems like the Wasteland changed us both, right brother?”
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