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

“Do you hear something, Shyreiana?” Vincent asked. 


“Vincent!” Careen shouted as she broke free from his grasp. 


“I hear nothing Master! Hehe,” Shyreiana giggled. 


“VINCENT!!!” she struck his chest. 


“Careen? Hmm? Did you say something?” Vincent inquired with a smile. 


Careen turned silent, for her chest heaved up and down as her skin frosted over in ceaseless ice. 


“No, it’s nothing Vincent,” Careen replied in a serene tone. 


“Are you really okay?” Vincent teased. 


“Why would I not...be okay?” she gave a grin and stood on her toes. “Vincent...can you...kiss me...please?” 


“Master! Wait!” Shyreiana objected. “Something feels really off.” 


But he ignored her pleas and lifted her chin, “Come here.” 


Shyreiana stomped her foot and looked away in displeasure. 


A cascade of blood flowed down in droves. 


Careen pushed him away as something was wriggling within her mouth. 


A Return Gift?