The God Eater

She stared deep down into the colossal crater from the edge. It stretched far off beyond her view of the horizon before her, its bottom barely visible to the naked eye. There she could see nothing but more dirt, along with rocks scattered across the ground. She looked closer into the seemingly endless crater. She could see bone within the ground and wedged in some of the rocks. Ancient and fossilized bone. The shapes and sizes vary, but they all seemed to have similar features that looked like some coincidental pattern.

Fins, scales, and other things that would be natural for a creature dwelling inside water. According to the texts she found in the city ruins; this gargantuan crater before her is what was called an ocean in this planet's tongue. And from what she learned, they used to be filled to the brim with water where these aquatic animals thrived in. It would only make sense as to why they died along with their home.

"Strange how so much water just disappeared like that, " She said to herself out loud, placing a hand on her stomach. "Wouldn't you agree?" A small kick was her reply. She smiled.

She looked up the sky. It was as dead as the former ocean. No clouds as described in the rotting old books. No clear blue sky. Only a deceased brown. All of this was one big disappointment, really. The archives had told of how this planet had once been beautiful and filled with interesting life. Oceans, blue skies, green flora called grass, and even a season where the planet would be covered in a white matter they called snow. The snow part intrigued her the most. As the pictures in the archives showed how beautiful it all looked when it came down from the sky like slow falling rain. But alas, none of that was here anymore. It was even hard to call this place a planet. More like a corpse of rock and minerals if she was being generous. A look alike to its own moon when she really thought about it.

"Ah, there you are. You had me worried." A male voice behind her said. She glanced over her shoulder to see Kash Duvati or World Eater in English. But to her, he was her son's Father, and to the child on the way as well.

She faced World Eater and gave him a warm smile. "Forgive me, Dear. I simply wandered off to see more of this desolate place."

"I wouldn't see the point. It looks like this in every part of this dead world, " World Eater replied. The god looked to the crater with his empty blue eyes. "It only makes me wish we had discovered this solar system sooner. Their kind was completely careless with their own homeworld. Pathetic really." He looked at his human hand. "I honestly hate taking this form knowing how the whole race is such a disease."

"I'd watch your tongue, Dear. You forget your two children are human." She pointed out.

"Hmmm...you make a fair point, " World Eater looked up the sky. "I just hope they won't be anything like their kind. The unpredictability of humans is an uncomfortable thought to me."

She chuckled. "If you hate them so much, then why did you choose to Father them in a human form?"

World Eater looked to the corner of his eye, seeing his six-year-old son, Izio, curiously inspecting a rotting tree. Izio's red glowing eyes stared with awe at the fossil of a thing. The decaying bark and crooked branches were strangely interesting to him. The boy put both hands on the tree, feeling the chalky brown surface. He eventually felt his Father's eyes on him, looking right back in response.

"Well, even when they are such parasites, I find them to be the most bearable to look at amongst all the other organics I've seen. It's just unfortunate that they can't look like your race." World Eater answered.

"Even if they did, they would only be making your kind be suspicious of your long absence. And we both know why we can't have that." She added.

Night had come to meet dawn on the horizon, the two giving a kiss goodbye as night disappeared slowly into the horizon and dawn cloaked the sky where its lover had once been. The two moons went with night, joining them in their daytime slumber. At the same time, the single dwarf star had made its way to take their place, providing the dessert world with its limited heat. The light from the dwarf star flooded down onto the sandy surface of the planet, leaving very little trace of the night's shade and blanketing the desert in its very little warm glow.

A day on planet Davian had now begun, and the day dwelling life along with it.

The dwarf star's light reached over the wall of dunes where a small colony refuged behind. Along with the rest, this colony would awaken with the rest of the planet, the people it held yawning and stretching along with it. Their day of work would now start as it had for any other day in the means of surviving in their exile.

Within this colony sat a tool forge owned by a Wolfarian smith named Kosa. Along with everyone else, she woke the moment the dwarf star's light touched the colony. She would now begin her usual morning routine.

"Sean wake up!" The gruff-voiced wolfarian woman gently shouted as she got out of bed and changed into her work clothes.

From the room next to her came a single groan and a couple of short thuds on the floor. The owner of those two sounds of drowsiness being Sean. Same as Kosa, he got out of bed and dressed. "Still not used to the short nights I see." Kosa thought. And he wasn't. Even after a year on Davian, four hours of sleep instead of eight was still not enough for Human boy's body. Even then, it's would be something Sean would haft to get used to given time. It wasn't like neither of them was going to leave this wasteland anytime soon. Exile usually means forever after all.

Kosa slipped on her smithing gloves and exited her room, reaching downstairs to the kitchen. Sean followed only seconds after. Kosa sat down at the four-person table, giving herself time wake up completely. Four hours wasn't even enough for a big and strong Wolfarian like her. Still, she had to stay strong. Especially for Sean.

"We're running low on Doka sausage again, " Sean said, pulling out a pan from the cupboard and setting it on the stove. "So you'll haft to deal with just eggs for today." He reached down for the eggs he mentioned, cracking them open and letting the yolk spill into the pan, a hiss of heat in response to the impact of the pan's instantly heated surface.

"My sense of taste might as well be dead at this rate, " Kosa responded. "The taste of those eggs are plainer than the color of my fur."

"Would it be better if I scrambled them and added Musk cheese?"

"Are you trying to make me vomit?"

"Maybe...." Sean teased, flipping the cooked eggs twice before sliding them onto a plate and handing it to Kosa. "Wouldn't be a bad idea. Don't think anyone would notice if you just suddenly die of illness." He morbidly added.

They both looked at each other in the eyes with grim expressions for a long, silent moment. Sean's lips quivered, a snicker along with it. Kosa did as well. Then in harmony, they burst out laughing. After a solid minute of laughter, Kosa gave out a satisfied sigh, taking her large furry hand and ruffling Sean's long, brown hair.

"Never a dull moment with you around, " Kosa chuckled. She took the eggs off the plate, opening her muzzle and dropping the eggs inside and consuming them with only a few chomps. "Well, off to the forge with me. You know the drill." Sean nodded, throwing the plate and the pan into the sink behind him. He would wash them later tonight. Kosa got up and headed for the door, but quickly stopping in her tracks before she opened it, turning back to Sean. "Oh, nearly forgot. Once you're done mining ore in the veins, head to Vanna's place. She'll be expecting you."

"New medication?" Sean asked.

Kosa nodded. "Don't forget it. We both know she'll just come looking for you if you don't show up. The last thing I want is to catch you two here alone."

"Oh come on! I already told you I'm not attracted to her."

"Says the human teenager who keeps looking at her ass with every given opportunity."

The fact caught Sean completely off guard, his face turning red. "W-well...I..." Sean stumbled.

Kosa grinned in victory and waved goodbye to the now flustered Sean, leaving the household. Sean gave a grunt, lightheartedly cursing under his breath. Once again, Kosa had seen right through him like glass. It was something that mildly irritated him, but also something he was glad Kosa was able to do. As it felt like no one could understand or tolerate him. As he felt like just another reject child of one of the countless Divinities that wasn't right in the head. Something that would just lie there and be completely miserable. A complete waste of existence.

Sean shook his head, quickly getting over the embarrassment blow that Kosa had thrown at him. Taking the rock cutter, he headed out the door as Kosa did. The half of his day now would start. Mining ore so Kosa doesn't run out of metal to use. If only it was that easy for the Doka sausage.

The large veins of ore were always surprisingly warm for some odd reason. Whenever you got near them, you could feel their blasts of heat covering your whole body even from a few feet away. As warm as they were, they were still safe to touch with bare hands. In fact, holding a piece of the ore could keep you warm from head to toe for several hours in the cold desert world.

A gust of wind picked up in Sean's direction, his hair being affected the most. He was temporarily blinded with his bangs in front of his eyes now. An annoying thing that had happened too often of every day. Kosa always told him to cut his hair shorter. Moments like these seemed like he should have listened to her.

With a single swipe, he moved the bangs from his eyesight and turned on the rock cutter. It gave a small hum, then a roar as its drill spun to life at high speed. The sound of the machine always put Sean on edge, his harassing anxiety always making him worry about the small possibility of him making a slip and causing the drilling side to hurt him severely, and even possibly kill him instantly. He gripped the rock cutter tight with the thought, despite how slim the chance of it happening was. Slowly, he made the rock cutter collide with the ore vein he faced. The collision made a rumbling vibration and a painful high pitched scratching like nails on a chalkboard. Sean gritted his teeth to both things, his arms shaking a little as he held the rock cutter in place. From there, he let his body do the rest of the procedure in a subconscious manner. As it would cut out the ore he would ease his mind by being lost in thought or memories. The memories he would try to avoid.

Not memories here on Davian. Like the ones of Kosa and Vanna or anyone, he had met and known since his exile. No. It was the memories that would come to haunt him occasionally in his dreams. The ones of his Father and Brother, and the countless times they had mocked or beat him. The blue and red glowing eyes burned in his mind like a branding on the skin. A reminder of why he was here, and why there was nothing left for him to do but rot away in this cold desert.

Sean laid on the cold metal floor, curled up in a ball and breathing heavily at a dangerous rate. His whole body shook violently, tears and blood going down his face. His brother, Izio, was on one knee, looking down at his younger brother with disgust. A pathetic worm in his red glowing eyes.

"I will never understand how you're even remotely related to me, " Izio said, getting up on his feet and then kicking Sean hard in the gut. Sean gasped, blood spilling out from his mouth. Izio growled in response saying, "You're no Son of a God, and nor are you a Brother of mine!" He barked. "Let the feeling of choking on your own blood be a reminder of that..."

Sean snapped back into reality. He gasped and dropped the rock cutter, the rock cutter turning off on impact as part of its safety system. Sean dropped to his knees, his breathing going heavy and onto the verge of wheezing. His whole body shook nearly out of control. He clawed at his forehead with both hands as he desperately tried to regain control of his mind and body once more.

"Inhale then count to four." Vanna's voice echoed in his head. He did, taking control of his lungs and taking a deep breath, holding it as he mentally counted. At four he exhaled the contained air, holding that still as he counted again. He repeated the process, calming himself down in a couple of minutes.

"Wh-why can't th-this stop?" Sean stuttered as he got back up on his feet slowly, his knees feeling shaky and his head feeling very light.

He attempted to pick the rock cutter back up, but now it felt like twice the weight it was before. This resulted in Sean dropping it once again. He let out a deep sigh and gently sat down to wait for his body to completely recover from his sudden panic attack. It happened more often than what he would like, unfortunately. When he started having these things were uncertain to him. He wanted it to end, and he tried everything to fix it after he went into exile. But with very little success since after being here for a year.

Sean stared at the ore vein in front of him for a moment. He did it unintentionally, just subconsciously doing so as he waited to recover. Nothing really seemed out of place, other than the cut-out parts where chunks of the vein had once been. But something caught his eye after giving the cut-out section a second glance. Something was embedded underneath where the ore once was. Something metallic and seemingly flat surfaced. At closer inspection, Sean swore he could see a what looked like some sort of metal blade sticking out from the rocky surface. He got up and took a closer look, confirming his assumption.

The blade was poking out from the front. Where the tip of the blade should have been was broken off. In fact, it seemed a large portion of the blade was gone. Curious about what was still intact, Sean grabbed the blade and gave it a firm pull. The rock around the thing was surprisingly loose and the blade came out with ease.

It was not some measly dagger as Sean expected. It was actually a sword from the looks of it, and most of it still there and in good condition. The blade itself mostly. As there was strangely no sign of age or rust. It was as though the thing was made fresh from a forge just recently. The rest of it was a different story, though. As the hilt and handle were rotted out almost completely. Not much was left of it, either. Only a few chunks barely holding itself together. They were a strange shape too. The handle was curved to the left, the hilt from the looks of it seemed to be in a hexagonal kind of shape with both ends having branchlike arms.

How the sword even got here was the biggest question Sean had. Especially on a planet that had no history of any civilization before them that they were aware of. Regardless, it was an interesting find in such an empty place. Kosa would no doubt be interested in fixing it if even possible. It had been awhile since she even worked on anything despite tools and machine parts. Weapons being something she had been dying to do. For that was her specialty.

Sean had seen no point in getting back to mining now. Even the little amount he got today would be enough. Kosa had more than plenty to last her for a couple weeks at the least. With that, Sean gathered the small amount of ore collected and made his way back to the colony, the broken sword in hand. The discovery of the sword made him forget about his little flashback. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be long before it eventually came back to him. It always did.