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[selfgodded]

rising of the heat of the glaring light the light how they (endless screaming of they multiple theys crashing and grinding together like shards of glass) how they hated it that light bright and artifical the light brought him-

softly softly

soft

"There will be a new addition today."

softly.

twists spiralling, twists they - all of them - they all see the twists in the Man like snaps of snakes (disgusting they whisper hiss scream cry disgusting disgusting that Man is disgusting)

fangs

"It is the specimen from the Wastes. A stable god."

stable the Man said

stable

yes yes they could feel it a shining beacon light soft of yellow of white soft as pastel

it didn't belong! it didn't! not with them!

(and softly they all screamed the softness did not belong with them they would eat it they would devour it they would twist it into themselves the mess of snakes and fangs and bacteria and poison)

"I think you will be the dominant one though. You have more souls. I'm hoping their stability would give you a less...grotesque form."

uglyuglyuglyugly

their arms strained strained against the bonds leather and metal dark and tight claws

claws snapped, screech of metal and the Man the Man just smiled behind the twists of snakes behind the sharp fangs undulated blackness clinging it was like tar like tar (and they almost gagged they wanted to choke on it escape

it hurts it hurts it hurts)

"If we are to extend our dominance, it would help if the god didn't look like an ugly monster, yes?"

that Man how we hate you hate you claws snap again

soft light was coming close

no run run away from us do not become us

but a vaccuum was open in their guts devour more we wish to be complete we wish the void to be gone we wish the poison to be purged

(we will corrupt them)

"Ah, the specimen is arriving now. Not to worry. You'll stablise soon. If not...hm, then we'll think of something else."

the soft light was here

here they could sense it

sense

run light

(d EVoUR I t)