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But, ultimately... she didn't know what she was looking at...
She gazed upon Cyrus as his flesh totally melted away, slopping down into a great pile of quivering ooze. Ooze still instinctively wrapping itself around her legs and body. The skeleton beneath fell apart, useless, unused. The consciousness leaving them. But, it was beneath that, beneath the slime, beneath the bones, it was what was left that she would struggle to describe. It appeared serpentine, an elongated phallic cord like a snake or spinal cord. It's eyes shone with a bright unnatural red, the red that glows even though there's nothing to reflect. It's long tongue slid around, wiping the last bits of goo from its body. Several tentacles began to split from is under-side, dipping in and sculpting the slimy mess that he had become... and she was joining...
What her eyes focused on most... were the symbols along the spiraling shaft. Geometric patterns of snowflakes, stylized hearts, and eyes... the same eye that was on his lighter. The Eye of the Beast with a Thousand Young...
"You're... you're a monster... a literal... monster..." Teodora wheezed, her body giving in, melting in a boiling puddle. Sweat, saliva, juices, mixing together as she became an incorporeal goo. "The Beast... the Mother... She's real... Monsters are real... and... all that stuff... Those games that teens play, the sub culture in movies and comic books..."
The tendrils snakes out from the serpentine form, caressing her cheek. Sinking in and stroking her deeply.
"I knew it... well... not this... but... I knew..."
And darkness......
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