He appeared in a pitch-black void. Beings of cosmic scale fought before his eyes. They fought and fought. Fought against the unending swarm. An endless multitude of amorphous flesh. Morphed into tentacles, morphed into worms, morphed into bubbles, morphed into flesh, flesh and flesh. These beings came from the deep, from the depths of the cosmos, from the chambers of the chaos. They plucked out planets, They plucked out stars, They plucked out galaxies. They were...

The Nine Monarchs Beyond The Veil

The cave shook, and something drilled out from the dome. 


A pale figure with feathery wings dropped down and landed upright within the hall of flesh. 


It threw off the body hanging atop its shoulder and ran towards the centre. 


“Master! Master! Did you miss me?” Shyreiana hugged the grotesque mass of flesh. 


Multiple azure eyes opened along its malignant surface, for it gazed at her with narrowed eyes and went back to sleep. 


“Master! You are still so rude! Humph!” she leaned close and rubbed her cheeks on its skin. 


The body of flesh rippled, and the eyes opened once more; a small tentacle reached out towards her face. 


Breaking into a smile, she leaned her head forward and closed her eyes in delight. 


Shyreiana puffed up her cheeks and touched her head, “Master! You are still teasing me!” 


Undying Creed.