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

Vincent gave a faint smile and stretched an arm through the tear within the veiled curtains, “Can’t bear to leave me is it? What if I grant you the privilege to obey me from now on?” 


The leviathan stopped revolving and curled up into a fleshy sphere. The carapaces lining upon its frame opened up like flood gates, revealing endless caterpillars nestling on the inside. Unlatching themselves from the rest of its ungodly cadaver, the carapaces fell and plummeted towards the ground. They rotted against their descent and turned into clouds of miasma, reflecting the edge of an upside-down polyandrium. 


The clouds ascended towards the swarm and shrouded them in an unprecedented tide as it blotted out the entire heavens. 


The horde huddled within, devoured and feasted upon their own kin as they plunged towards oblivion. 


Until only one reigned supreme, for it was a caterpillar like any other, as intended, as obscured, and as bequeathed. 


Goliath Sheds Its Skin.