Karin’s Awakening.

It should have been a simple end point, after suffering turmoil on body and mind. To get out of this broken town of Prehivil. Get the train working to get away from this, before the madness of the moon-scorched town, along with the voices urging him to kill. Ultimately ruins everyone’s lives, if not their minds. Especially when that suited thug tried to kill him moments before. Before he was rescued by a wandering journalist.

To think he was going to escape from the battlefield, thought Levi bitterly. As he watched that red-haired engineer drag that bleeding Breman Lieutenant away from the tower to safety. He brooded on how all those activated generators, and found effigies. Led to them being at the eye of the storm, behind this entire madness.

An ominous tower, that’s both eerily familiar, and yet foreboding. Whose presence screamed something wrong is happening, reinforced by the scattered corpses of nearby villagers resting on the building’s walls, that cry for murder at the place where the Termina festival is supposed to end at.

“I’ll get answers from him later.” Karin uttered over her future scoop. The journalist shuddered as she too felt the eerie chill, radiating from that tower. “I feel sick to the stomach just being close to this thing…” A feeling Levi could agree on. Though he felt fear the moment the ex-soldier noticed the journalist’s hand creep unconsciously closer to that runed door.

“Step away from the door!” He warned Karin, before that dreamlike voice’s words become true, with the corpses surrounding that tablet being foreboding enough. “I… I think I saw a premonition of this. Something bad will happen if we try to get inside.”

He felt relief as Karin stepped back. But had to think of something to say, before that journalist’s curiousity becomes too good for her own sake. “I know this sounds crazy… But… I have a strong feeling about this…”

“I believe you on that, Levi. Nothing good would come of it, if I touch that thing.” He felt relief, as Karin walked back to his side. Even when her gaze was on that hollow tower. “Still… even if it’d be a bad move. It might be the only way out. Especially if that damned jester is responsible for Breman’s experiments here.”

A voice, he wouldn’t want to think of, when his honeyed words promised a grand prize if he killed the few comrades he had in this fallen hometown of his. As the journalist pulled out a thin pipe explosive, taken from the pockets of that executed mobster. “Hey Levi. What if that door could be blown open with a pipe bomb?”

Levi shuddered over that thought. As he looked at the faceful moon, hanging above the tower. Still, Levi figured it’s the journalist’s way of having her rotten cake, without the risk of something bad happening to her, or him. Even as the ex-soldier thought back on the one lead he has left, before they consider that inevitable result.

“So long as you don’t touch that door… Maybe… Not yet though!” He cried, as he saw Karin take a step back to that door, lighter in hand. “We should look into where those generators lead to first, before we poke that tower with explosives.”

At the end, Karin lit the explosive, before bowling the cylinder towards the edge of the runed door, before stepping back. An action that had adrenaline surge through his body, as he looked at the intricate ornaments of the ancient stone slab door.

By the time the explosive rippled shrapnel through that entry. He felt some relief, on how it wasn’t affected at all by the implosion. Like the many metal bars that refuse to bend, no matter how much he tried to slam through them in desperation, when being hunted by a villager or a bobbie.

Even as he felt his heart thump as an otherworldly chill course through his body. Nothing happened, past a foreboding presence from a familiar tower. Then, he felt a shudder, as he saw the journalist lose balance, his heart thumped louder as Karin knelt to the ground, clutching her head in pain. A feeling that made Levi clutch his rifle, over a subconscious threat brewing.

“Ugh… My head is spinning…” visual sickness, that made the ex-soldier clutch his rifle tightly. As a premonition of a grinning moon, gleaned from above that tile, as those hollow eyes stared at the journalist. As he felt, and heard her heart thump louder, and louder on Karin’s agony.

“R-run away! Quickly!” Levi couldn’t move, as somehow, he saw something convulse within Karin’s arms, as she screamed. Her limbs folded into wings. While her knees turned into claws. Her clothes sheared away, as chitin covered her body and face. Shoulderpads growing like armour over her extended hair. Her frame, convulsing into a bird like ‘beauty’, as her back wriggled in a mass of armed wings, and with a vulturous cry as sinew tore and snapped;

What was Karin, is now a moon-scorched Valkyrie. Carrying the cancerous form of deceased warriors, on her back. Familiar looking soldiers that wriggled with some mutated javelins and rifles, pointing at his direction.

“What the hell happened to you!?” He took a step back, aiming his rifle at the monstrous vulture. Whose body looked tense and muscular. As his foreboding premonition turned too real, over a now aggressive monster.

“Kaaaa… Join… The flight of the valkyrie…” Cawed the Valkyrie. But what made Levi not panic, was how her clawed legs were not aimed at his head right now. Even as the moon scorched bird clutched her wings for a moment, then unfurling her wings to expose the haired fur her now nude body has become.

“Karin? Are you still there?!” Levi didn’t want to fire at that thing, as he clutched his rifle. Hoping against hope for what became of the journalist, had some humanity left in her. Like that mutated Mayor he met in that manor, who gave him shelter and a means of safety for the night. As the Valkyrie flew above him, covering the moon with her back full of phallic soldiers.

“I immortalise those fallen and perished… Kaa… They will forever live in our memories…” He kept his guard, as the Valkyrie proceeded to lunge at him. “Karin, stop!” He yelled, bracing himself for a battle against a moon-scorched beast.

Yet the Valkyrie didn’t aim to claw at his face, more grab at his rifle and arms, barring him from escape. While those Bellend dicks that looked and felt familiar to his fallen brethren. Didn’t poised their javelins at him. More gestering at him to join them, with precum leaking from their heads as they poked at his clutched rifle, to steer his firearm away from their carrier.

“Do not be afraid, kaa… We will remember you as well, fallen soldier.” Levi could watch in morbid surprise as her chitin codpiece peeled away on reflex. Revealing a pale, flesh tunnel, where the Valkyrie’s vagina would be. Giving the ex-soldier exposure on what that monster plans to do to him. As his heart beat with fear, on how the Valkyrie is driven by a voracious instinct, to consume his entire body in voracious hunger.

In desperation, Levi tried to escape her grasp, wriggling his limbs to escape from the Valkyrie, even as he lost his grip on his rifle. But all that served was to lose a few stray shillings from his army suit pockets, as he couldn’t leave tail from the tight grip of the Valkyrie’s claws. He could only resist the inevitable. As Levi’s head is pushed, or engulfed by that widened maw from the Valkyrie’s loins, chewing on his face without fangs, as it kept a tight pelvic grip on his face, as fluid dampened his hair.

He heard a feral caw ripple beyond that repulsive flesh. As the ex-soldier’s face pushed deeper into that mutated throat that was Karin, as his head was pushed into the liquid flesh that was her womb. He felt his consciousness fade away to green. As his head was pushed past the tight confines into her flesh. And being more merged, absorbed as he felt his head be buried by the vampirical flesh of the Valkyrie.

By the time his legs were inhaled. Levi felt trapped within the journalist’s warped flesh, as his torso was slowly merged within the Valkyrie’s womb. He can’t help but feel relief as the phantom cries from the Valkyrie’s remembered dead clung to him as his fallen brethren within an endless soul’s valhalla. He wept, as he couldn’t run away from the battlefield, as his warped arms were clung to the curious soul’s wings, that wanted to know, preserve and remember everything about his existence, to her gluttonous soul. As not just those voices, but her maddened voice clung to him in Rher’s madness…

All he could do was cry, as he felt his own being be broken down, and assimilated within a soul that smelt damp and sulfuric, as it embraced its monstrous nature, and desire to entomb all war within her being, forever more…

While outside, the valkyrie kawed in satisfaction. As her back spasmed, sprouting another soldier from her back, crying from beyond the scope of his warped rifle. The contestant’s soul, fully assimilated within the Moon-scorched Valkyrie in a weeping trumpet. As her back’s Phalluses grew firearms, where there were once spears. Memories of trench warfare, making her inner beast, more predatory. As more of war’s brutal trauma is preserved behind the wings of the moon-scorch bird’s wings.

The Valkyrie cried out in victory, over her triumphant clutch of an ex-soldier, now hers to preserve forevermore. Before the transformed contestant flew out towards a forest with a merciful goal in mind. It would have moved to a more reclusive area, to gather its nerves for its feast. But what’s left of the vulture’s humanity becomes determined to feed, and preserve the memories of the still human contestants, before the murderous festival feeds their souls to the bloodsoaked soils of Prehevil…

A cry that was not left unheard. As a hunter prowled the woods, to deal with another transformed contestant. The mechanic tending to a fallen Breham lieutenant shuddered. As Pav woke up, clutching to his still bleeding bandages.

And a deadly premonition, that made the contestants on the train shudder, as a Valkyrie descended towards a stuck train. Her hunt, having only just begun. As her armoured loins were drooling for another warrior, to vulture into her transformed soul...