>>6097281>>6097169>The form of Mortinatalitas takes shape, an image of a young three eyed child in a corpse-filled coven. The third eye blinks separately from its inferiors, and a voice soft and lilting escapes the mischevious smile."Hello, little sister. I am so very glad that you would like to play. You are a wonder that we are most inspired by. I want you love us like you love your tiny putrescant followers, and so I do not seek conflict with you, your kindness."
>The child's head splits and leaks a river of amniotic fluid which flows over the corpses in the coven. From the tide appears the children who were given to the Elder Sister in exchange for their siblings good health. Some cry, some scream, some laugh and some play, elevated from the mortal world in to one great family."I do not 'eat babies', little sister, and you would do well to think before you speak. But, we are the Elder Sister, and so I must forgive you for speaking in ignorance, as younger fools often do. Still, I thank you for the advice nonetheless. We will be working with you in the future, I am sure, but for now..."
>Mortinatalitas pauses, it's form flickering briefly to a crow, then a stillborn child hanging from its umbilical cord, then a young mother smiling cruelly, then an angel ushering the lost into it's arms, before changing back to a three-eyed child. The other children have disappeared, and the Goddess of Stillbirth cries softly."I will be heading further north. The children long for snow, and we can't say no. I find myself fond of my coven. Let us be at peace, little sister, and you can play at politics like the rest of the family. Just be careful though - Father is always watching..."
>The room and its inhabitant runs like paint, and pools on to the 'floor.' The audience is at an end. 