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The Magna Pater was not finished with Saaria. At the cost of a scorching on the way out, it remained just long enough to give her a parting gift.
Its wet, glassy eyes rolled down into its skull. An eerie luminescence shone from what took their place. A new set of eyes, almost human and radiating a phantasmal hue of cerulean not contained fully within the mortal spectrum of sanity and comprehension. They cut through the smog as if separate from the space they occupied. 

She would be able to literally feel the creature's gaze crawling over her body as rashes of cold gooseflesh slithered up her spine, raising the hair on the back of her neck. Staring directly into the lurid stars would be as if one's very essence, personal and private, were being fondled by ghoulish, fumbling claws.

And then the Magna Pater would be gone, leaving a plume of disturbed smoke in its place. It would be burnt on the way out, but not yet had the last of it been seen.