Vec
TimemasterDiaphane was ended, crushed out of existence much as she had been wrought into it- In a flow of blood. Of her eggs, Jvan knew, some had survived to scatter over the surface of Galbar, where she hoped that the Elementals would be surprised to find her children tenacious, and eager to cast their spawn to the winds. Luckiest was the one whose plight she had heard and soothed and borne into the fragments of Galbar's ring. There it may stay, and proliferate in peace.
The first, perhaps, of much migration into this world from Other flesh.
Vestec's glittery doing in the skies beckoned for further touches. /Too long I have relegated my art to mundanity. Grounded things, derivative of the works of others./ Galbar was beautiful but there were places beyond. Diaphane may have been wrought of necessity, but she was nonetheless the final cue, upon which Jvan would wait no longer. Zephyrion's castle of the air had its place, his children theirs. For the system they had established to become broader, more dynamic, it had to expand.
Perfectus had disappeared into the errorsome Gap. Now it was time to reverse the loss.
The Horrorsome Engineer curled into herself, folding the tidy flesh of her form until splinters of underlying frameworks pierced the distorted surface. Burrowing into her own fog, groping in the ever-churning chambers for traces of that which she had secreted away long ago, Jvan forced her awareness into the Gap, ballooning her flesh into the overstretched bottleneck. The Other had waited for her since the time of the pre-world and it waited still, a hot, glorious mess of shudders in the shadows.
/Oh, how you've grown./
Other-forms slithered between minuscule vacuoles of not-space, the scattered nature of their forms no detraction from their magnitude. Jvan felt their weightless clinging, spreading like mould into every inch of her body. It stung her. Like mire-sludge itches upon skin as it dries, it stung her.
Gods had built the universe to accommodate them. This place was their amalgamated failure, their conflict, mistakes and flaws that had only scarred over with ?????'s healing. Divine trash shunted aside by all but the fool, the Child God who had blessed it with life and stability and now stood under the reckoning of her choices.
The Other stung her, and it fed. Jvan bloated further and further into the silent hybrid of Vowzra's sabotage and her own words, but the living being took after its illegitimate father and its emaciating bite became a tear. Layer by layer of manifold flesh shrivelled and peeled away into the lightlessness, ravenous in isolation of aeons. She pushed on, constructing greater and greater swathes of her body into the fractured crevice but her spawn only consumed. A shivering warmth seized the goddess and the edge of her perception became a nauseous blur.
/I am... Losing myself. My child, my child, what has the Viceregent done to you? Why must you slay your own?/
Beneath the waters of the Fractal Sea, a convulsive wave spread, as Jvan's cathedral body began to sag over disappearing foundations. Push became a pull, and then a tug of war.
/No!/
But the fever-dream was far from breaking.
Other-flora seethed over her, into her, and only the heat of her whirring core scorched the tip of its advancement enough to hold it from leeching into Galbar. The corpulent God sagged on the horizon like a spilled bladder, consuming itself, sacrificing its exterior to fuel the engines that stood bastion to the parasite growing within. Flesh ate flesh ate flesh, as is its way.
No resistance could hold back the encroaching sprawl, until, deep within Jvan's cavity, the creeping Other found something hard amidst the softness. Old, buried under the new.
White, within the grey.
Clink.
As its enclosing scar toppled and fell away into the Jvan's ardent resistance, a delicately balanced shard of perfection was flung free into the violence. Uncompromising. The porcelain shrapnel cut and sliced through god and anomaly alike, annihilating the Other and searing the Jvan's vaulted shape until it sloughed and rose anew. Fresh, and perfect.
Order seized Jvan, purging its bile and snapping its body into sleek concentric spirals that stood immovable and jagged against the waltz of error. From the wounds of the shard, symmetry spread in a single pulse that left the arches of Jvan's body quivering with tension and the Other seared away into the impermeable grey fog; And the wave of order swept on, echoing deep into the Gap, shining a carmine glow that carried a hale voice.
Bs"E N O U G H !"sb
The familiar, dim red light of Jvan's control resonated deep into the fracture, wresting the Other back on its own spine until it cracked and splintered and collapsed, mangled, before her.
"I am All-Beauty! Artist of the every seam from which you spilled! Engineer of the flesh with which you breathe! I am the Bastion, who opened this gate, and I shall hold it closed!
The first, perhaps, of much migration into this world from Other flesh.
Vestec's glittery doing in the skies beckoned for further touches. /Too long I have relegated my art to mundanity. Grounded things, derivative of the works of others./ Galbar was beautiful but there were places beyond. Diaphane may have been wrought of necessity, but she was nonetheless the final cue, upon which Jvan would wait no longer. Zephyrion's castle of the air had its place, his children theirs. For the system they had established to become broader, more dynamic, it had to expand.
Perfectus had disappeared into the errorsome Gap. Now it was time to reverse the loss.
The Horrorsome Engineer curled into herself, folding the tidy flesh of her form until splinters of underlying frameworks pierced the distorted surface. Burrowing into her own fog, groping in the ever-churning chambers for traces of that which she had secreted away long ago, Jvan forced her awareness into the Gap, ballooning her flesh into the overstretched bottleneck. The Other had waited for her since the time of the pre-world and it waited still, a hot, glorious mess of shudders in the shadows.
/Oh, how you've grown./
Other-forms slithered between minuscule vacuoles of not-space, the scattered nature of their forms no detraction from their magnitude. Jvan felt their weightless clinging, spreading like mould into every inch of her body. It stung her. Like mire-sludge itches upon skin as it dries, it stung her.
Gods had built the universe to accommodate them. This place was their amalgamated failure, their conflict, mistakes and flaws that had only scarred over with ?????'s healing. Divine trash shunted aside by all but the fool, the Child God who had blessed it with life and stability and now stood under the reckoning of her choices.
The Other stung her, and it fed. Jvan bloated further and further into the silent hybrid of Vowzra's sabotage and her own words, but the living being took after its illegitimate father and its emaciating bite became a tear. Layer by layer of manifold flesh shrivelled and peeled away into the lightlessness, ravenous in isolation of aeons. She pushed on, constructing greater and greater swathes of her body into the fractured crevice but her spawn only consumed. A shivering warmth seized the goddess and the edge of her perception became a nauseous blur.
/I am... Losing myself. My child, my child, what has the Viceregent done to you? Why must you slay your own?/
Beneath the waters of the Fractal Sea, a convulsive wave spread, as Jvan's cathedral body began to sag over disappearing foundations. Push became a pull, and then a tug of war.
/No!/
But the fever-dream was far from breaking.
Other-flora seethed over her, into her, and only the heat of her whirring core scorched the tip of its advancement enough to hold it from leeching into Galbar. The corpulent God sagged on the horizon like a spilled bladder, consuming itself, sacrificing its exterior to fuel the engines that stood bastion to the parasite growing within. Flesh ate flesh ate flesh, as is its way.
No resistance could hold back the encroaching sprawl, until, deep within Jvan's cavity, the creeping Other found something hard amidst the softness. Old, buried under the new.
White, within the grey.
Clink.
As its enclosing scar toppled and fell away into the Jvan's ardent resistance, a delicately balanced shard of perfection was flung free into the violence. Uncompromising. The porcelain shrapnel cut and sliced through god and anomaly alike, annihilating the Other and searing the Jvan's vaulted shape until it sloughed and rose anew. Fresh, and perfect.
Order seized Jvan, purging its bile and snapping its body into sleek concentric spirals that stood immovable and jagged against the waltz of error. From the wounds of the shard, symmetry spread in a single pulse that left the arches of Jvan's body quivering with tension and the Other seared away into the impermeable grey fog; And the wave of order swept on, echoing deep into the Gap, shining a carmine glow that carried a hale voice.
Bs"E N O U G H !"sb
The familiar, dim red light of Jvan's control resonated deep into the fracture, wresting the Other back on its own spine until it cracked and splintered and collapsed, mangled, before her.
"I am All-Beauty! Artist of the every seam from which you spilled! Engineer of the flesh with which you breathe! I am the Bastion, who opened this gate, and I shall hold it closed!
A reminder to anyone who's in Divinus: This thread is spoilers. Shoo.
