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

Creeping amongst the bodies strewn lifeless upon the tapestry of flesh. 


One had her face split in two, for the other had his spine split in two. 


And yet, was this the only measure of the mythical apostles of time immemorial? 


Most certainly not, as one of them arose from their fabricated graves. 


She fumbled her bloodied hands around the carpet of flesh until she finally found them, found the two halves of her splintered head lying across. 


Blood tendrils burrowed out of the hollowed stump on her neck and stitched the two halves together. Her spine stretched out and dug inside the burrowed hole, pulling it back in to once again rest atop her severed neck. More blood tendrils crawled out and meshed over the lacerations spread across, leaving behind her flawless skin once more. 


She opened her two azure eyes, and her gaze landed on the fictitious monk lying lifeless in front of her. 


Raptured Tongue.