Rickendael

Kids were playing in the streets, people were trading in the shops, and the sun was out. Rick was just a kid from a generic medieval nation of Krisk, but he couldn't help things changing when the sky went dark. No one seemed to understand what was happening, but Rick's father had a scary idea, so he grabbed Rick and ran for the town well. The darkness increased, and the blue sky they saw from further away was decreasing like some magic omen of night. That's when a wielder of God's Mech Suit appeared, his form rapidly growing in size to become a titanic war machine that punched the thing a mile away. God's Mech Suit started to bleed as it became red and the gigantic thing did its best avoid settlements by creating large spikes to support itself while the Mech just stepped on whatever. Soon, people saw the big eye and a blast of light came out, but before it hit, an impossibly big dragon stomped onto Rick's town. Rick's dad hesitated, but he threw Rick into the hole before it was too late. When Rick got out of the well, the corpse of giant black thing had one of its tendrils narrowly avoid Rick. So, as he got out, Rick saw the dragon's vicious grin and the large entity's tear as it uttered a million words at once. Traitors, betrayers, evil light, and endless more things were heard and understood by Rick as he saw God's Mech Suit pop its pilot seat, which hadn't changed, its pilot bleeding and riddled with wounds as an entity appeared out of an exhaust port, throwing the 'pilot' to the giant entity. Rick heard the entity mutter "poor thing" before the priest sacrificed to the mech's improper use was made to explode, dealing the final blow to the giant entity before God's Mech Suit shrunk back to its original 20ft size, with the dragon shifting into a fold in reality, returning to an unknown place Rick barely recognised. There were dragon-like humans flying or roaming, an enormous peach tree with an impeccable palace built around it, and a sign just inside the portal that said "Drakonite Mistelpen." Rick didn't know what it meant, but he kept that name in his heart as he searched the rubble, finding nothing left, as it all had been crushed and condensed into stone. With sorrow, Rick apologised to the entity and ate of its flesh, spitting blood, but forcing himself to live on through pure hatred. It didn't matter how his eyes and ears bled or his heart pounded, physically ripping out of his chest and ribcage, Rick knew this distress was related to the large thing in front of him, and if he wanted his vengeance, he needed the power of its flesh.

As he ate the flesh of the beast, Rick continued to worsen and distort, but he ate anyway, his desire to live and avenge his people never leaving him until he passed out, but even then, he made sure his face was planted inside the thing, sucking on its blood.