|This Food Soul has not been released yet! More details will be added once it has.|
|“||Death, is the starting point of all.||”|
In-game bio: Haggis had been accompanied by misery since he was born. Due to his naivety, he never succumbed to despair despite living a miserable life. However, this also caused to trust someone who treat him nice easily. He usually behave in a naive and lively manner like a child. But once he affected by certain circumstances, he will acts in n extreme manner and even go on a rampage. His "Azazel" will transform into multiple goat heads to rip and tear the enemy.
Old Version: At first, Haggis is mostly in a gloomy state with a melancholic expression. However, because he met someone who gave meaning to his existence, he gradually became more cheerful. Unfortunately, his emotions are easily influenced by the outside world which led to them becoming extreme. Once that happens, his "Azazel" would take on the appearance of a goat who would rip and tear the other party. At the same time, because he often reveals his most twisted side to people he met at the start, many people view this as his true nature.
Haggis is known as Scotland's national dish. Made from sheep's stomach, heart, lung, liver, it has an overpowering flavour and fragance. Its name is said to be influenced by the poem of the Scots poet, Robert Burns.
How to Acquire
|Haggis raises his hand and Azazel will dash forward to bite the enemies. All enemies will receive 60% of his attack and an additional 120 damage as well as a reduction in energy by 20 points. Also, increase the energy recovered per second for self by 2.5 points for 2s.|
|Haggis sits on and manoeuvres Azazel. He then releases lighting which deal 40% and an additional 100 damage to all enemies. Also, raise all allies' attack speed by 20% for 3s.|
|Super rebirth||Link Skill|
|Haggis sits on and manoeuvres Azazel. He then releases lighting which deal 60% and an additional 120 damage to all enemies. Also, raise all allies' attack speed by 20% for 3s.||70px|
blue = lvl 1red = max lvl
|Contract||Ah... so it is indeed correct... the new cycle has begun... hehe...|
|Log In||ATTENDANT?! ... Did I frighten you? Hmmm? I didn't appear out of nowhere. I had always been waiting for you.|
|Ice Arena||This is a first time experience. But if one wishes to do it, one surely can succeed, right?|
|Skills||In that case, it is time for blessings to be given out.|
|Ascend||Great! Azazel looks happy...|
|Fatigue||I wish to rest for a moment... Can you, lend me your knees?|
|Recovering||Ughhh... Azazel... let me sleep for a while more...|
|Team Formation||Why must it be me?|
|Knockout||No —— Don't come any closer ——|
|Idle 1||They were behaving badly, you know ~ Giving me strange looks... and even saying that I look good... LIARS! I only gave them a teaching.|
|Idle 2||Oh... blood is... flowing out... is everything okay? ...seems like you wouldn't die today...|
|Idle 3||Azazel, when do you think Master Attendant will let me kill him?|
|Interaction 1||Attendant, if they don't accept me, does that means I... I don't exist?|
|Interaction 2||Western chess? Yeah, my teacher taught me this. I too love to play it... Attendant, do you want to learn how to play?|
|Interaction 3||You got bitten? Azazel doesn't like people touching him, even if it's Attendant. Next time, you may die doing so...|
|Pledge||Someone as ugly and filthy as me... You once told me that it's okay for me to be myself. Then, if I really like you, like you to the point I want to kill you... is it fine? ... Ah~ Attendant, you're not a tiny bit afraid unlike others... But I'm afraid, afraid that I deeply want to be with you... afraid that I'll kill you... That's why, can you promise me something? Don't ever die before me...|
|Intimacy 1||You-you're injured? WHO?! WHO'S THE ONE THAT HURT YOU?!|
|Intimacy 2||Luckily, I didn't back away because I fear that I could've hurt you back then... I want to be by side forever. Then, die together with you..|
|Intimacy 3||Attendant, do you know my teacher? Back then, we were connected by misfortune. But now, we are connected by the light...|
|Defeat||Am I going for the next round?|
|Feeding||Here... let's eat it together...|
Haggis' teacher is Whiskey
|This story is a fan TL and edited by various individuals. It has not been released yet! More details will be added once it has.|
This was what I heard when I opened my eyes.
Well, they didn’t say it all together.
Rather, it was like this: "DE-MON!!" They screamed like their lives were on the line.
They were those humans shrieking and running in all directions. It was almost as if there was a ferocious monster before them...
Monster, huh… Then I must escape as fast as I can!
But just as I was preparing to flee, something was shackled my feet; as a result, I fell down hard onto the ground.
Then, a black whip lashed at my chest.
"You see this? This is the power the mighty and ancient God of Light bestowed on me! Demons! Even if you are one, you will to submit beneath his feet! Even if the enemies are demons, the God of Light shall never fall!"
After the person stepping on me finished speaking, the crowd surrounding us rejoiced one after another. The noise was so loud that my ears felt like they were about to fall off. The sharp pain crawled from the sides of my face to my forehead. But even so, my chest hurts more than my ears.
I firmly grabbed the whip, intending to push it away. Yet, nobody would have guessed that the whip was like an axe, stubbornly wedged into my body, refusing to budge.
It felt more overpowering than being stepped on.
I can't retaliate…
Why… could it be…
My Attendant wouldn't…
"Shut up you piece of trash!"
He began to lift up his feet. A second later, he sent a powerful kick into my body, as if he were kicking some branch or paper scrap.
“As long as everyone believes in the strength of the light, the God of Light shall shield us from that demon’s harm… This is the offering box. Regardless of how much your offering is worth, the God of Light can feel his believers’ sincerity…” As soon as he was done, something was deposited into the box, making a soft, clinking sound. During this process, the people even hurled curses, giving me cruel and malevolent gazes.
My chest hurt more and more. I curled up more and more as I laid on the ground.
After some time, the pain and noise disappeared as the sound of the gate closing rang out.
I quietly looked up.
So dark… I can't even see anything…
Is this another chaotic land…
"Why the hell did I get a little imp? It doesn't even look like a demon!”
"But… But I'm not a demon to begin with.…"
"... Why the hell did I summon a piece of trash… Scram."
Upon being hit, my face instantly swelled up, and I covered my face. In a trance, I looked at the man draped in black, who left without a single glance back.
I would later find out he was called Crowley. He was my Attendant and the master of this place.
This was a church.
And it was my personal hell.
Fortunately, this wasn't the land of chaos.
Other than darkness, that place had nothing.
But here, there’s sunlight, flowers, sweets, and little critters. However…
I've never seen them before…
"Pay no attention to these idiotic things. There’s only one reason why you exist:”
"Striking terror into others." That was what Master Attendant said.
Nevertheless, I don’t understand what he means, nor has he ever explained to me.
It’s more like he doesn’t even want to tell me. Everyday, he was chatting with those extravagantly dressed adults.
To conclude, my day began with being let out of the cage by Master Attendant.
Following that, he’d bring me to many places. Sometimes the church, sometimes the theatre, and sometimes, that dark basement that stinks of decay.
In those places, I was like a doll, placed in the display box for people to see.
Perhaps because I am heavier than a doll, my hands and legs were nailed against wooden planks or walls.
Those rusted, uneven screws pierced through my bones, and bore into my flesh. This pain, however, wasn’t the worst.
The worst was being forbidden to cry by Master Attendant.
"I don't care how you screech. But don't ever let me see your tears. Demons do not cry."
As such, Master Attendant would often beat me after drinking wine to train me to hold back my tears.
Although, I've always wanted to ask Master Attendant: how would he know demons didn’t cry if he’s never seen one?
Yet every time, before I could ask, I would have lost consciousness from the beatings already. Master Attendant thought that Food Souls didn’t feel pain.
While it is true that all injuries would eventually heal themselves…
It hurts a lot…
"Tssssskk…" After being hung up, I would feel this sudden, stabbing pain in my body when my limbs started to grow numb. It felt like hundreds of bugs, standing in a row, eating away at your flesh.
Was it my thighs? Or was it my lower back?
I couldn't tell. Though it was hard to make out, I could hear Attendant's voice. He was saying -
"Look, his flesh can regenerate… That’s one terrifying demon, how revolting!"
"This is an unkillable wicked creature. If it wasn't for the strength of the God of Light, enabling me to catch him, who knows how many disasters he would have created!"
"It's the God of Light that saved us! As long as you become his acolyte, God shall bring salvation to us all!" Liar…
If the God of Light exists, why wouldn't he save me?
I held back my sobbing, and finally, fainted because I couldn't hold on much longer.
When I awoke, my injuries had already healed up. The strings binding me, and the whip used to flay me were gone.
After pestering the red-haired mister guarding the gate outside for a while, he finally finally answered with an annoyed look- Master Attendant has been gone for a long time.
"There's a travelling merchant called Vita who’s well-versed on many strange things. Now Master Crowley accompanies him everyday."
"Everyday? Then, does that mean I don’t have to look at those adults anymore?"
"... Master Crowley has already accumulated enough donations. You no longer have to…"
"So I can go out to play?!"
"No…" Nevermind. Even though I can't go out, at least it's better than before.
Also, since Attendant is not around, I can call Azazel to come out and play!
Azazel is a black mountain goat that emits bright blue flames. It’s quite obedient, and likes to stay close to others. It's just that it looks terrifying, and so, the red-haired mister was rather frightened by it.
"It's my companion animal! Back then, I didn't let it come out because I was worried Master Attendant would beat it. See, Azazel is very happy!"
"You… clearly possess immense power. Why haven't you thought of escaping?"
"Escape?" The red-haired mister appeared to be spooked by that word. He tightly closed his mouth, like he didn't want others to overhear our conversation.
Perhaps he is also afraid of being beaten by Master Attendant…
As a result, I also closed my mouth tightly. I placed my chin on Azazel's fluffy back and gently shook my head.
Food Souls can never go against their Attendant. There's really no way I can escape.
Moreover, even if I did, where can I go…
Is there anyone who would want trash like me?
Only Master Attendant. Only he needs me.
Even if that causes me immense pain.
I just need to do my best to suppress it.
III. A long night
"You're here, red-haired mister!"
"Quickly, hide this."
Before I could even see what the red-haired mister threw into the room, I quickly concealed the item.
After all, if it isn't something tasty, then it's probably some toys popular in town.
While this mister is stern and doesn’t like to pay any attention to me, at least he doesn't beat or scold me.
Now that Master Attendant is no longer looking for me, mister would often throw stuff to me. My secret stash was filled to bursting, and can no longer fit anything else.
"I don't have many skills. All I can do is… just these…"
The red-haired mister sounded strange. He's always lowering his head, so I tilt mine and looked at him. "Are these things... not good enough?" "There are better things out there. It's just that I don't have enough cash to buy them…"
"... Th-These are items that originally belonged to others; if you want them, you need to give the owner cash in exchange for the item. Otherwise, it would be called stealing, and that’s not good.”
"Oh~ I understand. It's like, if I want a good night’s sleep without being beaten up, then I can’t cry in front of those adults!"
Hmm? Did I say something wrong? Why is…
…The red-haired mister even more unhappy looking?
"You're not guarding the outside gate, what're you doing here?"
Master Attendant suddenly appeared, startling the red-haired mister.
However, Master Attendant didn’t seem that upset. All he did was threateningly stare at the mister and wave his hand, indicating that the mister could go.
I looked at his gloomy expression, and unconsciously, took two steps backwards.
"What's wrong? It’s just been a few days and you dare gave me that pathetic stupid look? What an eyesore! To think Mr. Vita would have his eye on trash like you, I can't believe it…"
"Shut it, follow me!"
Although I was completely baffled, I still obediently followed Master Attendant.
Last time, I’d been locked in a cage, my limbs bound with rope, whenever I went out.
But now, why…
Vita… Is it because of Mr. Vita?
Obviously, I didn't ask Master Attendant this. He’d rather take big steps forward and look at the dust in the air instead of turning around to me. His tone while he was ordering me around indicated that he was in an extremely foul mood.
"...There's a transparent box about the size of your palm in the backstage. Bring me the item inside it and don't let anyone notice you, got it?"
"But that's someone else's thing… Stealing… is bad…"
"What ‘other person's thing!’ That item is required for the ritual… Bastard, why are you asking so much? Get going!" Although I wasn't sure why he wanted me to do this…
… Surely Master Attendant has his reasons.
If I don't do it, he'll get upset…
That's why I nodded and headed to where Master Attendant's finger pointed. I entered the theatre backstage.
The backstage wasn't large, and I quickly found the box Master Attendant spoke of.
Inside the box was something sparkling. The item had a weird shape, and seemed to resemble fragments broken off something else.
It shouldn't be hard to hide it and sneak out, but…
…Someone beside me may notice.
What shall I do… What shall I do… If I don't bring the item out…
Master Attendant will… he will…
No… It's been so long since I felt pain, I don't want to… don't want to feel pain again…
I can only sneak it out if no one notices me… For no one to notice… For no one to notice…
That means… It's only possible i-if there's no one else here! Right! If o-only everyone else is dead! Then no one can notice me!
Kill! I must kill them!
This voice is familiar.
It's the red-haired mister!
I hurriedly pulled Azazel back. The blue flames nearly burnt his red hair, and I almost smelled something smoldering.
However, the red-haired uncle paid no attention to that. He dragged me out of the backstage and continued until we reached an empty location.
Why? I clearly didn't take anyone else’s things. Why is he… so angry…
Just as I was about to ask him, we were suddenly blocked by a group of people who darted out of the corner. They were dressed in black, and stood there with their backs upright. They resembled a volcano about to erupt.
Red-haired mister was knocked over. Two people draped in black robes stepped forward and immediately restrained him.
Master Attendant’s face was flushed like a field left blazing after lava burned through it.
It was my first time seeing him so mad. As such, I curled up under his feet without moving an inch, like red-haired mister.
"Traitor, you TRAITOR!! Not only did you brazenly let my property loose, you also obstructed MY plan! Did you think I took you in and gave you food just for you to block my path!?!”
“And you, you worthless piece of trash! Letting others laugh at ME for having someone so stupid looking like you was one thing, but you can’t even do something as small as this!?! You really are a piece of garbage!!”
The more he spoke, the angrier he got. He might as well have lifted me by the neck and throw me away like a cleaning rag. The rigid and solid heel beneath his shoes crushed against my ankles, as if he couldn’t wait to break them off.
“I knew that I shouldn’t treat Food Souls nicely. All of you are nothing but servants by birth, and only through whipping will you obey me! At first, I was willing to close an eye to you two insects. But I wouldn’t have guessed his foolish sympathy would make you rebel! And you, a lowly, servant, even DARE to disobey ME, and delusionally think you could step onto MY territory!” He drew out a knife from who knows where. The cruel glint of the sharp blade flashed across in the darkness; it was so bright that I closed my eyes immediately.
“Open your eyes and see! This is your punishment!”
I had no choice but to open my eyes. A flick of the blade, and someone immediately collapsed. At that very instant, bright red blood splattered onto the ground.
I saw his hair, red like flame, stand out in the darkness. In the pool of blood, his hair twirled into the shape of a hideous flower.
Soon afterwards, something small, shimmering under the light, rolled out of the paper bag in his hands.
It was about the size of a candy. Beforehand, I had pestered the red-haired mister to tell me how it looked, which is why I recognized it.
My eyes were wide open as I saw him feebly open his mouth. He tried his best to lift his lips into a smile.
This was the first time I saw the red-haired mister's smile.
"Don't become… a real demon…"
It seemed like these words took all his remaining energy. Once he was done, he closed his eyes. His eyelashes laid against the muddy ground; like a butterfly whose wings have been cut off, he was dead. I suddenly realized that my secret stash, filled with all sorts of toys and snacks, would never be filled ever again.
IV. End of the night
I buried the red-haired mister with the toys and snacks.
Upon learning of this, Master Attendant hit me, and locked me in the room, forbidding anyone to see me or speak to me.
Only after all my injuries had healed into scars and scabs was I brought to the theatre again.
Once the performance ended, the area was pitch black, silent to the point of being terrifying.
I could only climb up the stage because it was the sole place with light.
"You're Haggis, yes?"
It was a bespectacled men with a warm smile. He was dressed in a clean suit with a briefcase in his hands, its contents a mystery.
His voice was soft, unlike Master Attendant’s harsh tone, and it was unlike those fearful black-robed people, and it was unlike those strange adults. Rather…
…It sounded like the red-haired mister.
He said he was Mr. Vita, a travelling merchant and an alchemist.
He rubbed my head and patted my back. His hands were cold, so it felt comfortable when he touched my swollen injuries.
He helped me avoid feeling sad. That’s because if someone died, and went through a mystical ritual, they wouldn’t feel pain. Instead, they’d enter a cycle, and obtain both immortality and eternal happiness.
He requested me to complete that ritual. Afterwards, I would bring more people into the cycle and deliver them towards the other side of happiness. This was my first time being requested to do something, rather than being ordered.
I looked up at him.
His eyes. Red like blood, and an all-devouring flame; in the center, there appeared to be a snake at the center. Those were dangerous things.
But really, he’s very gentle.
The words he uttered sounded too beautiful and good…
Even if I'm not sure whether his words are true or not.
I'll still believe him.
I'll believe in the method that’d bring eternal happiness instead of pain.
Looking at him, I suddenly noticed a ray of bright light above both of us.
And so, I nodded my head. Heeding his request, I swallowed that bitter and warm liquid for the first time.
That day, I wasn't locked in the small dark room. Nor was I locked in the cage or the church.
At night, it was raining heavily. The soaked soil was soft, and easy to break apart.
I dragged the red-haired mister from the mud, and let the rain wash his face. He had become more stiff and cold. His face was blueish-green, and a fetid scent was hovering around him.
But he is still the red-haired mister after all.
I brought him into my arms, and used as much strength as I could to lift up the already stiff sides of his lips.
We smiled at one another and waited for the night to pass…
… waiting for an eternal happiness to come.
Just as how some are born into poverty, some are born with maladies.
Once Haggis was born, he had already lost fate's favour.
One could even say he was plagued by misfortune.
In an attempt to gather donations, his Master Attendant had the mark of “demon” imprinted on him to trick his followers.
These so-called good followers would hurl insults and curses to this "demon," yet simultaneously use demonic methods to harm Haggis at the same time.
Haggis is a naive child, even if this sort of naivety is seen as foolishness by most. However, it's also thanks to this that he isn't poisoned by vengeance.
Be it being hated or insulted, or having his own flesh and bones shredded and torn, Haggis never wanted to exact revenge or even flee.
He believed everything he’s received has a reason. As a result, this belief supported him and kept him awake in the darkness.
He believed that even if he would never see the light of day, the blazing sunlight would never cease to exist.
Indeed, his light did come after all the waiting, though it was dark, and filled with malice and selfishness... Nevertheless, beggars can’t be choosers. Once they’ve felt the warmth, they’re like moths, dashing into the flames.
And so, Haggis opened that door once more.
"Teacher! Let's have a game of chess! I've practiced before so I won't lose!" Hearing that, the young man turned around with a warm smile.
"Wait a moment, Haggis. Today is time for your medication."
"Oh… I have to drink it again? I don't like it because it's too bitter…"
"Oh? Didn't Haggis promise that he'd help me?"
The look of sadness on the young man's face rather alarmed Haggis; anxiously, he swallowed, and snatched the strangely coloured liquid to drink.
Suddenly, something flashed in his head. Something red, something painful…
Then, it instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Oh? It's… not bitter?"
"Heh… a success." Feeling giddy, Haggis lifted his head and waited for the young man's touch as a reward.
He thought that he had finally helped his teacher, yet unbeknownst to him…
The one who dared to stand in the light is the most terrifying demon of all.
"... Otherwise, why didn't he come and save you?" Day 1165. It had been 1165 days since Haggis was locked up in the Great Tomb of Tartarus. The criminal next door finally spoke his first words.
Haggis blinked, naturally happy to receive a response. Still, he was halfway done retelling his story, and was thus caught off guard by the sudden question; he did not know how to answer.
"Teacher… Teacher is likely… busy with the ritual that's all. He said he needed to quickly finish it and bring eternal happiness to everyone…"
Haggis hesitantly answered. His doubtful tone and the other party's indifferent humming quickly sent the two prison cells back into complete silence.
The Great Tomb of Tartarus is thousands of miles below the ocean.
Cold, damp, and dark. After spending three years here, these conditions have gradually poisoned the dull light in Haggis's heart.
His mind was filled with the questions doled out by the person next door; one page of questions after another. His body had been shattered and covered with injuries.
To protect the young man in his heart, who he‘d even go as far as to call his saviour, Haggis would repeatedly recall his warm touch, the way he coaxed Haggis to become a test subject, and the stories he fabricated about the cycle of life and death so as to make Haggis the scapegoat.
Haggis would do this until he forgot the pain in his body, the bitterness in his tongue, the despair of having his freedom stolen by the "supposed" crime he committed…
… till the young man's words become his undisputed Bible, till he felt like leaving Tartarus and bringing everyone down the path of death towards the cycle to achieve eternal happiness.
Haggis would squirm in this false and dark light. Haggis would struggle in the abyss until all his hope was exhausted. Haggis would remain determined even if he had nowhere to go.
That is until that brief yet warm and bright salvation comes for him. Like breaking out of the window, it shall free him from the shackles of misfortune.
Haggis looked at the starry sky brought down by the young girl.
In his dream, he smiled, finally satisfied.