Post by Jay on Oct 14, 2017 0:29:51 GMT
" Aw, it's so lonely in here. "
Domination. That word elicited a rather deep, primal response in the vast mind of the corruption being; something foreign for them.
Their energies surrounded the area around the throne, filling the room to the brim with a power that began to work away at the webbing, fleshy appendages, and hanging sinew. However, their attention wasn't on those hanging leftovers of a ruler long vacated - no, they were on the lovely piece of furnitrue situated neatly in the middle of the room.
Magog's mortal form grew a smile on its face as they strolled toward the chair. A few dark beings sat in waiting, watching the Corruptor languidly approach the throne.
"You... are Magog," an obscure Archdemon spoke, their voice echoing, not surprise, but a sense of wonder.
The Corruptor lifted a finger, waving it in what seemed to be a expression of admonishment. "Not quite," their voice was human, that of a normal mortal woman, and held a tone of patronizing sarcasm. This did not go unnoticed by the demonic audience, who watched the girl with eyes blazing with obvious contempt.
The throne was now directly in front of her, merely a few feet away. The tension was quite palpable, and Magog didn't intend to rush the moment as she lifted her hand slowly.
Predictably, someone spoke out. "You waste our time, creature!" Came the voice of one of the naughtier beings. "If you can't make up your mind, give the throne to me!"
Magog snorted. That elicited a few murmurs.
"You don't know anything about drama, do you?" She ran a finger over the large throne's front side, wiping away the smudge and fleshy bits left over from 1's ass sitting - well, more congealing - there. "You wish to fight me for the seat of power?"
"I don't fear that tiny body of yours," he growled, stepping forward to try and make his point.
"I feel your lies," Magog responded. She didn't even bother to glance at him, simply too enthralled with the seat in front of her.
When the creature made its approach more apparent by charging at the mortal-appearing entity, that's when something less stagnant happened. Clouds, black as night, almost imperceptible in the vast darkness of the room, came to wrap themselves around the demon. His power began to leave him, and his screams echoed through the halls of the throne room.
Then silence.
In his place was a twisted, corrupted version of his previous form. The new monster was silent, and simply began to stalk around the area in search of something mortal to consume. Being where they were, it wouldn't find anything of value.
That seemed to send the message, and no one else challenged The Corruptor as she swatted away the last of the fleshy bits. She climbed onto the high throne, and her mortal body sat cross-legged in the chair.
The change was almost instantaneous.
The room began to transform, and most of the demonic beings were quick to flee. Only those curious and powerful enough stayed put, and would watch an apotheosis in progress.
The greater plane, itself, would ripple with the effects of the change in power. The entirety of room seemed to expand almost into infinity, and its contents shifted into something more akin to a hellish cosmic void.
Space bended, distorted, and ripped away to reveal what seemed to be a nebula of dark and nefarious energies, glowing with a hellish red hue in the vast blackness of the realm.
Then, even that transformed, it it became simpler - a house. A well-furnished house, filled to the brim with things that seemed normal, but were most definitely off in some way; vases that seemed to lean to the side despite maintaining equilibrium, a couch that when you blinked either floated or was sitting on the ground, and room entrances that appeared and disappeared at will.
Even the house, itself, seemed to be different. From inside the quaint living area, it seemed like a normal home, yet walking through another door revealed that the place was more akin to a palace befitting a God.
Despite the apparent surreality and physics that seemed to only apply every other minute, one thing was completely stagnant.
Below, showing as the floor, were the planes of Necropolis, lying in wait, laid out almost like a map. Among them were places like Sheol, cold and desolate Gehenna, voids similar to the Planes of Torment, the Underworld, and other such areas.
Above them sat their new ruler. She leaned on her fist, the couch now serving as her throne room.
Her first words following the ascension were simple.
"I wonder how Eokia is doing."
Their energies surrounded the area around the throne, filling the room to the brim with a power that began to work away at the webbing, fleshy appendages, and hanging sinew. However, their attention wasn't on those hanging leftovers of a ruler long vacated - no, they were on the lovely piece of furnitrue situated neatly in the middle of the room.
Magog's mortal form grew a smile on its face as they strolled toward the chair. A few dark beings sat in waiting, watching the Corruptor languidly approach the throne.
"You... are Magog," an obscure Archdemon spoke, their voice echoing, not surprise, but a sense of wonder.
The Corruptor lifted a finger, waving it in what seemed to be a expression of admonishment. "Not quite," their voice was human, that of a normal mortal woman, and held a tone of patronizing sarcasm. This did not go unnoticed by the demonic audience, who watched the girl with eyes blazing with obvious contempt.
The throne was now directly in front of her, merely a few feet away. The tension was quite palpable, and Magog didn't intend to rush the moment as she lifted her hand slowly.
Predictably, someone spoke out. "You waste our time, creature!" Came the voice of one of the naughtier beings. "If you can't make up your mind, give the throne to me!"
Magog snorted. That elicited a few murmurs.
"You don't know anything about drama, do you?" She ran a finger over the large throne's front side, wiping away the smudge and fleshy bits left over from 1's ass sitting - well, more congealing - there. "You wish to fight me for the seat of power?"
"I don't fear that tiny body of yours," he growled, stepping forward to try and make his point.
"I feel your lies," Magog responded. She didn't even bother to glance at him, simply too enthralled with the seat in front of her.
When the creature made its approach more apparent by charging at the mortal-appearing entity, that's when something less stagnant happened. Clouds, black as night, almost imperceptible in the vast darkness of the room, came to wrap themselves around the demon. His power began to leave him, and his screams echoed through the halls of the throne room.
Then silence.
In his place was a twisted, corrupted version of his previous form. The new monster was silent, and simply began to stalk around the area in search of something mortal to consume. Being where they were, it wouldn't find anything of value.
That seemed to send the message, and no one else challenged The Corruptor as she swatted away the last of the fleshy bits. She climbed onto the high throne, and her mortal body sat cross-legged in the chair.
The change was almost instantaneous.
The room began to transform, and most of the demonic beings were quick to flee. Only those curious and powerful enough stayed put, and would watch an apotheosis in progress.
The greater plane, itself, would ripple with the effects of the change in power. The entirety of room seemed to expand almost into infinity, and its contents shifted into something more akin to a hellish cosmic void.
Space bended, distorted, and ripped away to reveal what seemed to be a nebula of dark and nefarious energies, glowing with a hellish red hue in the vast blackness of the realm.
Then, even that transformed, it it became simpler - a house. A well-furnished house, filled to the brim with things that seemed normal, but were most definitely off in some way; vases that seemed to lean to the side despite maintaining equilibrium, a couch that when you blinked either floated or was sitting on the ground, and room entrances that appeared and disappeared at will.
Even the house, itself, seemed to be different. From inside the quaint living area, it seemed like a normal home, yet walking through another door revealed that the place was more akin to a palace befitting a God.
Despite the apparent surreality and physics that seemed to only apply every other minute, one thing was completely stagnant.
Below, showing as the floor, were the planes of Necropolis, lying in wait, laid out almost like a map. Among them were places like Sheol, cold and desolate Gehenna, voids similar to the Planes of Torment, the Underworld, and other such areas.
Above them sat their new ruler. She leaned on her fist, the couch now serving as her throne room.
Her first words following the ascension were simple.
"I wonder how Eokia is doing."
Maybe It's Megalomania
Magog | Outside of Time | Necropolis
Magog | Outside of Time | Necropolis