>>5443680The dragging of flesh on stone comes clearer and clearer until any step will soon reveal the source, and finally like breaking the surface of a dark pool, what’s beyond the darkness reveals itself.
It crawls, if it can be called that. A bloated mass of interconnected body parts spasm against the hard ground in an arhythmic pattern of chaos. Much like the gas bubbles from the foaming stream it sloshes through, its many limbs carve through the air in sudden bursts of short lived but violent locomotion. Paired with expulsions and drippings of blood, urine, drool, and other more viscous excretions it moans in sheer agony of its manifold existence.
The hardy arms of Devan, the battered torsos of young women, the gaunt and sunken legs of the elderly, the slender parts of children, and even the stubby limbs of human infants all move in asynchrony, but ultimately toward the same goal, south.
This horrid disregard for the inviolability of a body reminds you of a crude imitation of Dakuryon’s handiwork, but even he wouldn’t have lent time to such meaningless form.
“Your fault… It’s all your fucking fault you miserable Devan…” The voice of a human male sounds from somewhere within this true abomination.
“Hehehe. It all <span class="mu-i">our</span> fault. You want trade bodies for to keep family safe and together. Now you all safe and together. But we keep moving, keep moving to join...her.” The husky voice of mirthful Devan responds. “Wait. Someone here…heehehe”
The spasmic aberration ceases its pilgrimage to lurch its form around to gaze upon you with three inverted eyes shared between two fused heads.
“Human! Humans! Masters, masters!” The Devan’s cries out eagerly at the same time the human sobs in fear. “Ahh! No! Stay back… No more! Just kill us already. Let my family just die already!”
Seo's mace goes limp in her hand as Luca shudders in horror at the sight of the creature ahead of him. Mishenne wretches a thin stream of bile onto the wet ground as he struggles to hold the torch up, while Izurin moves to grip Luca's hand.
Not sensing anything immediately behind you, you hurry to push past your companions. "Where did you come from and what are you attempting to do?"
"They kept us prisoners in those sea cells..." The human side bemoans immediately. "They tore us apart, slow, slow! Then they put us back together with that...meat. We're not meant to be alive, so just let me and my family die! My wife...my mother...my children..."
"They all here! I feel them close..." The Devan laughs joyfully. "Why you no talk to them.?" He snickers before turning his single eye toward you. "It call us, so we go now. You no hear her singing?..." He hums a low and single note. "Connect! Connect!"
Connect...What you heard in the fleshscape that first night in the barracks. Then, they're trying to join with the piece of the being that resides below the Maturation Pit?"
