Arata looks at Ravenna, his excitement is palpable, yet he's still shaking from his nervousness. Is it over, finally… did I do enough? He barely even cared that he died such a gruesome death; his hands were in his pockets to hide their shaking.
"You wanna know if that actually worked or not? Alright… I'll set up the stage then." Ravenna states that as she watches Arata get swallowed whole by the bug, she begins to laugh, telling him, "Yeah, no. You didn't do shit, it was funny though-"
She was cut off by the bug's screaming as it caught fire, the creature's body began to flail around, and the skin fell apart as its body began to swell up. This is when I was inside its mouth.
The creature's humanoid eyes begin to cry; it looks as though it's in fear. Explosions sound across the stage, making the theater feel warm as the bug's corpse ends up on every surface of the room.
Now that I witness it again, this is a magnificent sight. Arata only cared about the fact that it was dead; he was tired of these bugs. The several deaths definitely got to him, so he just felt happy that it was all over, but strangely enough, not too happy.
I'm tired… the monotone gray walls and the torturous smell. The gore and the bugs are sickening. How many more times am I going to be expected to go through these deaths? I wish I could just slow down. I miss my old life.
Arata took a bit of time to sit back in a chair in the theater. He looked up at the ceiling, the dim atmosphere, and the plane's unnatural feel; it was still better than that prison. Life felt like meaningless suffering; there was no point to his death, he felt pain, but to save a world he knew nothing about. It doesn't matter how many lives I have. My mind will break first at this rate.
Slaving away for what? Just to go back to my sickly body? Arata felt tired like closing his eyes, but he knew he'd just go into the next life if that happened, so he lifted his head, his face smashed into Ravenna's forehead.
Ravenna grasps her forehead, "Ouch! Arata, what gives? I just leaned over to check on you-"
"Sorry, I just didn't see you. Check on me? That seems like unusual behavior for you." Arata looks at her, slightly distrusting. But in her eyes is something strange, empathy. She had mocked him at every death. Being an angel means she would never experience such emotions as humans do. Yet she seems slightly less otherworldly than she always has been.
"I see, Ravenna… so you have something to say to me." Arata smiles, feeling the compassion in her actions.
"No. Not after you smacked me on the head!" Ravenna deflects, putting up a shield to avoid revealing any true feelings of care. Blushing in embarrassment with a red mark on her head, she shouts, "Just head back already!"
Arata's body is warped away when he blinks. Much to his irritation, he finds himself right back inside the prison. Even without the bug there, it still smells bloody and disgusting as if nothing had ever changed.
She's definitely not an angel. The hell? She's the one who bumped into me, and now she's mad?! Arata clenches his fists. Dealing with Ravenna was far too annoying.
Arata wanted to be mad, but more than anything, he was curious about what went on inside her mind. Everything Arata saw was surprisingly human, quite uncharacteristic of an angel. Even when she mocked his death, if his death had truly lost value to her, then of course she could find entertainment like it was a horror movie.
Arata began to wonder if he had misjudged her. No way! That hurt, so she's still kind of a dick for that one.
Arata luckily corrected himself in case he accidentally started to sympathize with the psychopathic angel. Finally, he started to get moving as well as retracing his steps back to where the nest was, when he saw something.
I can't survive in this world… I was never built for it! The sight of the nest didn't vanish, nor did the bugs or the sleeping boss. This felt unfair; either his ability didn't work as intended, or he didn't actually kill the boss.
How many times would I have to die before he even saw the sun again? How many times would I have to die before I found another human? How many times before could I return home? This task was Sisyphean in the most literal sense possible; killing the bugs was an act of rolling a ball up a hill just for it to fall to the bottom again.
He'd go until he died, and the world would begin again. This isn't funny. There has to be some mistake… what's wrong with this hellhole? One batch of creatures found it funny.
There were rabbits, they were sitting on the nest, clinging to it, and began to make the sounds of human laughter. He felt like he was going insane. He was going insane and the rabbits were there to mock him as his mind began to slip.
Those lagomorphs, are they the masterminds behind this? The ones who toy with me, have fun breaking me?! He charged at them, weapon in hand, ready to kill a rabbit as it hopped away. It retreated into the nest, where it would be safe, and continued to laugh.
I am going to kill those rabbits. Those shitty animals. Maybe one of them can be my first meal in this god forsaken world. Arata focuses on the tiny creatures; they have a subtle look of fear, disingenuous as if to lure Arata away.
Arata exerts some energy when his stomach suddenly growls a little. I have flames to roast them, what more do I need to cook them? After I kill them, seasoning isn't needed to make the meal satisfying.
Arata tries to stab one of them, the Rabbit jumps out of the nest as if to taunt Arata, and Arata decides to chase. Arata saw the bunny trip, readying his sword for the slaughter, driving it into the rabbit. The blade phases through the creature as it glances across the floor, bugs began to turn towards Arata. Arata just got played by a hare.
One of them let out a screech as Arata was encircled by the creatures. Fire! Fire! I need to cast the spell! Arata was far too late for that. One collapsed onto him as he got injected with the venom. He could only watch. The bugs tore apart Arata, limb by limb.
They twist his arms, dislocating them with a pop before freeing flesh from bone, the nerves and veins snapping in half alongside his arms with a sickening crunch. I can't feel my arms! I need to move, I got to-
They had enough adults to make storage this time, as they ripped apart his body, they froze his various appendages in mucus. The structures slowly hardened into the nest, adding his flesh to the mass.
As much as Arata sweated or attempted to shake his body, his body no longer responded as if his brain no longer could send signals to even his facial muscles. The paralysis! It's getting to my-
Crawling out came the Larvae as now with Arata's legs ripped off, they had a clear starting point. Arata wished he had died as all the bugs gnawed the meat off his bones. The bugs did too good a job of sealing up his wounds so that Arata wouldn't begin decaying yet until they made sure they could fully use Arata's body.
Arata felt a little numb, tapping, the tiny creatures entering his body in a violating manner, gnawing away at the flesh before he would be stored as mere leftovers for the bugs.
Once the Larvae had their fill, they all began to create more mucus, which poured out onto Arata's face. The liquid went directly down his throat when it began to harden inside his lungs. Arata suffocated in the mucus, dying again this cycle.
Arata returned to the library, shaking; the loop was really starting to get to him. He felt himself breaking as he began to sit on the floor, looking up at Ravenna.