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's Eclair, which I've decided to discontinue work on.", "writing": "[i]Travel through every arch...\n\nTravel with planting feet...\n\nTravel slow, silent and deferent...[/i]\n\nThe mantra couldn't help but repeat in his mind. It had been drilled into his being by hundreds of practice walks throughout his childhood with his parents. It helped him forget how chilly the water and rock was- how it always was on the reef steppes of his family's temple, regardless of the seasons.\n\nIt also helped him to forget how utterly silent it was. How it [i]always[/i] was here.\n\nA path carved smoothly into the coral and stone wound and twisted along its sloping plateau, and was outlined by chiseled arches meant to represent each family that had come before his in his lineage, which he and his family would add to when he'd choose to start one of his own. It was an old practice, very old.\n\nAnd he walked it, wearing a vest, one of his thicker haramakis, and with all of his tentacles touching the ground to walk him to his goal.\n\nAs he made his way through the reverential circuit, sooty water tumbled down the rough steps, an aquatic waterfall that acted as an eerie welcome mat denoting the final stretch to his goal.\n\nThe final slope. Even in the middle of the day, the location and architecture of the temple hid most of the light from above, and it always seemed just a little colder than it should in the shade...\n\nThe overcast skies combined with austere dark greys and blacks of the ambient geology made it that much more disconcerting. Even having come here year after year, it always kept him on edge.\n\nHe reached the door. It was twice as large as he was, and cut in a perfectly symmetrical oval shape. A dark line ran down the middle, the only indication of how it could open. A smaller porthole-like indent at face level featured that same split. Below it was an equally symmetrical crest-like decoration with several open tubes angling downward. He snaked tentacles into them, twisting and winding through a complex series of pipes to a set of switches. Clasping them all and pulling simultaneously, a heavy mechanism clacked deep within, and the porthole shape in the door opened up.\n\nQuickly retracting his tentacles, he dove into the opening, having to squeeze his body and mass of tentacles through the small entrance before it scissored shut again.\n\nInside the temple it was somehow quieter. Outside, there was at least the passive swishing of water as he moved, the distant sounds of other life, but here... There was nothing, save for his breathing and the sound of his heart.\n\nFor as large as it seemed on the outside, the ``temple'' was merely this twenty-by-ten room, the door behind set into one of the long ends. On each of the short walls sat a sconce that faintly glowed, barely illuminating the tomb-like space.\n\nBut even in the din, he could see that algae had grown on almost every surface. He darted to the corner and found the long heirloom stone ``wiper'' that lay against the wall.\n\nTaking up the janitorial artefact, he pressed the supple, rubber-like wedge against the floor, dragging it along to cut through the grime like a large scalpel towards the wall across from the entrance, scraping it up until it hit the ceiling, then bringing it back towards the door, then back down to the original first press to firmly section the room on half. From there, he began to work, sliding the strange maintenance tool across the surfaces of the room, scooping up the algae as he went.\n\nWhen he'd shoveled enough, he'd slowly take it over to a sconce and dump it in, and its glow would intensify. Each sconce got half a room's worth of scum.\n\nFinishing that, it now came the time to properly clean the insignia on the floor. He always hated it, both his parents hated doing it, and from the stories he'd heard from them, so had his ancestors. There were so many divets and details, multiple trips had to be taken back and forth to make sure the scrapings didn't spill.\n\nBut no matter how much he hated it, he would always do it, year after year. It was always worth it.\n\nEventually, the insignia was exposed: A bizarrely-proportioned halo of fire with an unsettlingly intricate eye in the middle of it; all of which was bordered by what seemed like a lotus of flames, but upon closer inspection was a symmetrical sphincter-like ring of worming tentacles.\n\nWhen he was finished, the entire chamber glowed warmly to show off the startlingly pristine condition of the house of worship, including the great mirror on the wall opposite the entrance which spanned its entire length.\n\nNow came the second worst part of this whole ordeal.\n\nLooking down, he nervously hovered onto the large symbol, a pit of anxious dread building in his stomach at what was to come.\n\nInhaling deeply, he began to chant.\n\nWhat flowed from his beak were a series of strangely-constructed two- and three-letter words.\n\nFor a minute and six seconds the strange hymn continued without interruption.\n\n______________________\n\nSuddenly something seized the aquatic lad. His eyes went wide and his posture jerked straight, and the words flowed with authority. The lights, which had been burning bright seconds before now dimmed and flickered anemically... and the youth's incantation continued, well past the point where one would need to breathe to continue.\n\nHis eyes wildly whirled about, their swift, sudden movements at odds with his body's calm, diligent posture and actions.\n\nThen they finally came.\n\nFaintly, in the mirrored wall...\n\nEyes.\n\nOne... two...\n\nThen dozens, all with various pupil shapes yet all sharing a monochromatic pallid green where pitch blackness was not present in the oculi. Every inch of the mirror's space filled with them, all to stare at him.\n\nAs their gazes oppressively bored, thick, inky strings began to stream from the myriad of pupils, all flowing to build and froth before him.\n\nIn short order, the pitch node built up to as big as the temple's door, and reflected no light. He looked into the great abyssal blotch, and in its inexplicable distance, saw the form of what was to come, moving closer and closer. Through his possessed chanting, his heart beat fiercely.\n\nFinally, rising as if from the depths and dispelling a chunk of the black mass, it had arrived.\n\nHis familial Waking Epitaph. Possessing a chiseled humanoid upper body, any possible lower half was hidden by the impossible dark cloud.\n\nWhere its head and face would sit, a colossal eyeball sat in an anemone-like crown of tendrils.\n\nUpon its manifestation, Chlint was released from the arcane stranglehold upon his body. He began to fall over, but his limbs reflexively kept him upright. His consciousness nonetheless waivered.\n\nThe waters around him warmed and gently bubbled. His body was revitalized, and along with it came emotional warmth. Memories flooded his mind and comforted his soul... Before the inevitable reassertion of reality tinged the sweetness with its inexorable bitterness.\n\nAnd so once more, as every year before, he'd been rejuvenated by his ancestral gestalt entity, its godlike power derived from the collected ritualistic investment of every blood relative before him. He let out a few sobs before composing himself.\n\nSmiling, he then chuckled incredulously.\n\n``The [i]literal[/i] power of family... Still find it hard to fully believe that's what it is,'' he commented.\n\n``Greetings, youngest blood. It pleases us to see you well.''\n\nIf it spoke with sound, there was no way to tell from where it emanated; and it was equally impossible to tell if it was talking directly in his mind. However it communed with the hybrid, whenever it made itself understood, its linear cephalopodal pupil bent and warbled. But despite that, its voice was always even and deeply androgynous, almost pleasant.\n\n``Salutations to you, my blood foundation. You all excited to continue fulfilling our pact?'' He greeted and asked.\n\nThe entity crossed its arms, and despite its unsettling visage, it looked very much like an eldritch genie. ...Which wasn't far from the truth.\n\n``Indeed. What are this year's terms?''\n\n``For you, the same offering, if that continues to be satisfactory?''\n\n``It is.''\n\n``Awesome. For me...'' and he trailed off. A moment of awkward silence followed.\n\n``...It will be nothing if you remain silent,'' it urged impatiently.\n\n``I know- it's just, I don't know how to describe it,'' he placated.\n\n``We will know it when the arrangement is fulfilled, and it will be done,'' it offered.\n\n``...Alright,'' he agreed. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, both hating and mentally preparing for what was about to happen.\n\nIts arms unfolded. ``There is.... Agreement.''\n\nWith nature-defying speed it dove for him, its form assuming a cloud-like constitution as it struck his forehead.\n\nFor exactly two seconds, everything was execrable agony. In that brief moment as he began falling, the entirety of his musculature flexed, coiled, and tensed to the point where they'd be splintering bones if those were present in him. His sight sharpened to an unnatural degree before what he saw became split as he felt his eyes bulge and swivel out of synch. The last thing he saw before consciousness failed him was a building cloud of darkness at the bottom of his vision blocking the last few observations of ambient microbes in the water, accompanied by a sickening guttural cry that seemed to echo forever.\n\n_____________\n\nIn the confines of the ancestral temple, the lights flickered angrily before dimming, as if submitting to their fate. In the din, a cloud of ink roiled and billowed. Tentacles arced and slashed about. Energy flashed in spots about it, giving it the appearance of a minute thunderstorm.\n\nAnd like every storm, it passed.\n\nThe obsidian murk melted and sunk away from the youth's kneeling form.\n\nIts eyes opened and spun back into synchronicity before standing up and inhaling deeply. It then exhaled with an ear-tickling deep growl.\n\n``Ahhh... mortality...'' it mused. It viewed itself in the mirror. Fluorescent veins and arteries pulsated across its flesh at sharp, unhuman angles before calming to pantomime normal skin. Looking down at itself, its forest of countless tentacles sprang into action.\n\nFirst a small number formed into shapes analogous to human bones. Others gradually layered atop them to reinforce them and slowly form arms and legs that were more accurately humanoid than ones Chlint could form with the measly few he had. It made a few shoulder rolls, before refining the motion to better maintain a human appearance.\n\nSatisfied with itself, it turned to face the temple door. Taking another deep breath, it walked towards it, before looking down again.\n\n``Oh right,'' it realized, feeling its extreme endowment swinging against the ambient aquatic drag. A number of tentacles wrapped around the form's pelvis in a tight diagonal crossweave.\n\nResuming its stride, it moved towards the entrance, and then seamlessly through it.\n\nThe temple grew quiet and dark once more.\n\n_____________\n\nThe sun had just set.\n\nPartway through a seldom-travelled backstreet, a pair of rodent newlyweds were mutually executing their... [i]spousal duties[/i]. Despite the autumnal chill permeating the downtown air, the shameless pair kept at it, the heat from their exhibitional lovemaking counteracting it. Certain features of one of the participants glowed a distinctly sharp yellow...\n\nAgainst the brick wall of the quiet street, a pair of black forearms and fists pressed against the aged brick. The equally obsidian figure they supported jostled forward rhythmically, huffing and occasionally moaning.\n\nHis voice was pleasantly airy and masculine, though it was gruffer than usual due mostly in part to the thick neon dick he was taking up his tailpipe.\n\nHis railer pushed in close against him, clasping his fists with her hands, her curves and boobs sandwiching him against the craggy surface as she kept humping.\n\n``Heh... Hubby takes dick good!'' she rasped sensually into his ear, her smile wild and toothy.\n\nThe husband, an inky-black rat, chuckled and smirked at her.\n\nBehind him was Kayce, the highly strange yet wonderously lecherous feline-haped lifeform. Said feline shape was different now, having taken on more rounded ears, a cutely feminine rodent muzzle and a thin, tubular tail; all features derived from her current host, the manslut's wife.\n\nLeaning back up, she grabbed onto his waist again, looking down at her glowing cock disappearing between his plush cheeks. As the city gradually darkened, her glowstick rhythmically blinked in their little carnal corner.\n\n``Oohf, and wifey's losing her shit, too...!'' and she leaned her head back, feeling her body warm as her host's mind roiled with pleasure in the mental sidecar.\n\n``Happy t-to hear she's enj-OYing it...'' the husband answered, before moaning again.\n\nThe statement triggered memories in the host, and soon Kayce was remembering when the bride had tried anal for the first time the day previous, quickly taking to it.\n\n``You guys're a couple anal-[i]maniacs[/i]!'' she teased before grabbing higher up his torso to hump harder.\n\n``That's right honeybaby, cream for me, cream for your big black dick-dog,'' hubby encouraged. That threw Kayce off, but only for half a second; whatever it was, it seemed to hit some sort of auditory g-spot in the man's blushing bride, wildly exciting her, and by extension rapidly pushing Kayce-\n\n``Hnnnguuggh!'' Kayce grunted gutturally, her nut exploding inside the rodent DILF, her body practically vibrating as her spiral eyes narrowed and rolled back.\n\nThe sensation of her schlong and then her warm baby-batter hitting his boy-clit, coupled with the thoughts of his own wife tapping him drove him over the edge, and his voice tightened up as he began spurting all over the bottom of the building's wall.\n\nWhatever chemistry these two had, it was intense and passionate and left the pitch-black bodysnatcher shuddering and spasming even as the orgasm trailed off, her mouth hanging open and voice quivering dumbly.\n\nKayce took a deep breath and shook herself back down to Earth.\n\n``Whoo! SHIT, you two are freaky,'' she commented before slowly pulling out. He grunted cutely as she yanked out the last inch. Bright swirlgoo spilled out from his equally luminescent gape.\n\n``Geezus, you radioactive or some shit?!'' he softly wondered, somewhat concerned.\n\n``Nope, just glowy,'' she answered simply. Hubby began chuckling to himself.\n\n``What?''\n\n``It's... [i]snrk[/i] like a rave in my butt,'' he answered. The black cat rolled her eyes. Then her ears perked up.\n\nIn the distance she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking down the street, a stocky figure approached them at a determined pace. The husband looked up to see who was approaching.\n\nThe swirls of her eyes tightened and shrunk and her expression scrunched... only to then widen when she realized who it was in the dark.\n\n``Oh, hey, I know this guy-'' and she jogged off to meet her friend as he approached the edge of the street lamp.\n\nShe looked back and began to call ``You two want a serious dicking, you'll defin... itely...'' trailing off when she got closer and something felt... Weird.\n\nHis overall shape in the dark was the same, but there was something in the details that began to unease her- especially when even this close to the streetlight's range, those details still seemed obscured...\n\n``Chlint...?'' she softly asked, her head gently tilting.\n\nSuddenly, his eyes literally lit up, and instead of his jovial blue stare, she found only an austere glare with freakish pupils pinched above and below by beak-shaped points in his milky green sclerae.\n\nIn that moment when shock and surprise gripped her, she failed to notice the world around her change. The ambient light in the area dimmed, the streetlight's radius shrank- even the stars themselves seemed to cower as all but the brightest of their lights went out. Even the luminescence at the edges of her extremities weakened. She quickly looked at her hands before back up at him. Her heart raced, and she began to take a step back-\n\n``Kaaaaay... ceeee...'' it said with an aloof, yet pleased familiarity, before lifting a twist-molded hand towards her face.\n\nHer eyes widened before everything went black.\n\n_____________\n\n``What [i]the fuck[/i]?!'' the husband shouted, quickly doing up his pants as he ran over to his wife. Whoever this new guy was, he was doing... something to their hookup. Her body shook unnervingly.\n\nLooking around as he ran, he spotted something and quickly detoured, running back towards them with a large piece of broken brick. On his approach he was briefly horrified to watch whatever was attached to his wife get literally sucked off her body and into his palm, forming a rough ball shape. The process was short, and he saw his wife begin to collapse.\n\nJust as he was about to get in range, whoever or whatever this asshole was caught her body with his free hand.\n\nThen the skin around the assailant's head split open, and consciousness failed him.\n\n_____________\n\nThe man's pace slowed to a stop. His body loosened up, and his raised arm gently lowered to his side, the brick falling from his grip.\n\n``Here,'' it spoke. It handed this man his loving spouse, and without breaking his mindless gaze, tenderly took her form in his arms, appropriately in bridal style. Just like her spouse, she stared ahead emotionlessly, before facing skyward in his arms.\n\n``Go home. Sleep. Forget this happened for all time.''\n\nAs it spoke, the ambient darkling continued further and further to the point where all that remained was the final ember of the streetlight... and a sickly baleful glow that bathing the newlyweds.\n\nBoth slowly nodded once before the groom walked off in the opposite direction.\n\nKnowing its will would be carried out, its head knitted itself back together, and two eyes opened once more, pupils swiveling and rotating about haphazardly in their sockets until the shape was even and once more synchronized.\n\nIt looked down into its grasp, observing the odd inky blob it now possessed.\n\nIts lower body and most of its upper body twisted, contorted, and stretched a hundred and eighty degrees to walk back from whence it came, its owl-twisted head and stretched hand following suit a moment afterward as it walked into the night's murk.\n\nThings became unnaturally silent on the sidestreet. The streetlight flickered and briefly died, before resuming its full light and quiet electric hum again, illuminating the empty street.\n\n_____________\n\nJust past the other end of the street, a young man was approaching the intersection seeking to cross. As he approached, he noticed someone carrying someone else- a man, almost naked, the woman he was holding completely so.\n\n``Uhh, is every-''\n\nAnd on that sparse corner, lit only by the blinking orange crossing lights, the pitch-black husband's head slowly, ponderously turned at the exact same time his wife craned her head backward.\n\nTheir expressions were hopelessly, lifelessly blank; their eyes wide, unblinking, and emanating a dusty, empty glow.\n\nAnd they stared. Right at the observing stranger.\n\n_____________\n\n``Oh, ffffffff... fiddlesticks!'' the young, spry calico ``swore'' as she ran, the safe she hefted weighing her down, its bulk pressing against her breasts and squishing into them as it jostled in her grip with every footfall.\n\n``The things I do for headpats!'' she whined as she hurried along, trying to avoid the lone officer pursuing and hollering at her.\n\nShe was quite suddenly and forcefully yanked sideways, pulled deep into an alleyway. Her freezing in shock combined with the dark shroud of the night had kept her hidden, and the policeman ran right past her.\n\nAs the regular sounds of the city reasserted themselves, she exhaled in relief before turning to look at the tall, dark figure that had rescued her. She initially thought it had been Siege, but the features of this looming person's figure were all rounded and smooth, as opposed to the sharp, statuesque angles of Siege's very fetching form.\n\n``Uhhm... Thanks for helping me out! But, uhh... I should go,'' she thanked, attempting to walk off with her plunder.\n\nBut she couldn't.\n\nShe found her haul held firmly in place by the stranger- he'd somehow roped something around it.\n\n``You can let go now...'' she awkwardly insisted, before pulling at the safe.\n\n``Put it down,'' the figure suggested.\n\n``I, uh... gotta... go deliver this new safe to some... rich guy who needs it, yeah!'' she further insisted and awkwardly fibbed.\n\n``Put it down,'' he repeated, it now insisted.\n\n``Mister, you need to let go-''\n\n``PUT. IT. DOWN. [b]NOW[/b]!!!'' he commanded, pushing nearer and nearer to her with each word. When he was uncomfortably close, whatever he'd tethered to the safe began slithering across it and crushing it, so much so that the thick metal box audibly groaned as its layered, reinforced structure buckled.\n\nEars flat and back, tail between legs, and eyes wide with fright, she took a half-step back before booking it towards the street.\n\nSuddenly, dozens of long strands of what she swore were tentacles lashed out past her to the walls on each side of the alley, burying themselves in the brickwork.\n\nWith a single tug, two massive chunks of building were ripped out and collapsed at the entrance to the alley, blocking her.\n\nShe looked behind her, but only long enough to see the tentacles return to their scary master and his scary glowing eyes. Self-preservative fear both consumed and fueled her.\n\nShe immediately began to climb, desperately clawing at the wall of debris to get over. Something violently slithered around her tail, staggering her momentum before an iron-strong hand grabbed her leg and pulled... gently. Patiently. Expectantly.\n\nShe she briefly tried to shake him off and keep going, but his grip was firmly unbreakable- and she was losing height. She clung tightly to her place on the wall, her claws digging into brick.\n\nShe briefly looked back. For the split second she did, along with his deeply unsettling gaze, she swore she could see several more glowing faces on his body. Her gaze whipped back up, panic took over, and she let out a ragged, guttural, hauntingly full-force scream of existential terror.\n\nHer body briefly stretched before her claws slashed through the aged masonry, and she was dragged down. She continued to wail as she tried grabbing for handholds along the wall, and then the ground as she was swiftly pulled off into the shadows, her claws viscerally filing down against the asphalt.\n\n_____________\n\nThe officer who had been pursuing the would-be thief doubled back as soon as he heard the horrendous crashing of infrastructure. He broke into a full sprint when the gut-chilling murder-screams began.\n\nHe arrived at the walled-off alley at the same time a cruiser rolled up. Looking around, the corner of the left damaged building opened into a storefront, and he hopped through the debris into it, drawing his pistol and flashlight.\n\nHe quickly located a side door into the alley. Twisting sideways and shoving the pushbar, he spotted someone. His demand for them to freeze almost instantly turned to terrified swearing and panic-firing.\n\n_____________\n\nThe officers from the squad car began following the first officer, before they heard his screams and gunshots. They hurried in after him, one drawing his pistol, the other bringing the shotgun to bear.\n\nUpon reaching the scene, they found the first officer standing there, head hanging, drooling, his eyes faintly glowing in the dark.\n\nThe officer with the shotgun swore and pointed the longarm at something behind a fence. The other one shined their light, and saw someone lying on the ground tangled up in... Something alive and writhing.\n\nSuddenly, in the distant din, two glowing eyes turned towards them.\n\nThe officer with the light tried to shine it towards the eyes, but it simply faded and died. The eyes then began rushing towards them. A low bestial yowling swiftly built into a blood-curdling otherworldly screech that drowned out the world.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Travel through every arch...

Travel with planting feet...

Travel slow, silent and deferent...

The mantra couldn't help but repeat in his mind. It had been drilled into his being by hundreds of practice walks throughout his childhood with his parents. It helped him forget how chilly the water and rock was- how it always was on the reef steppes of his family's temple, regardless of the seasons.

It also helped him to forget how utterly silent it was. How it always was here.

A path carved smoothly into the coral and stone wound and twisted along its sloping plateau, and was outlined by chiseled arches meant to represent each family that had come before his in his lineage, which he and his family would add to when he'd choose to start one of his own. It was an old practice, very old.

And he walked it, wearing a vest, one of his thicker haramakis, and with all of his tentacles touching the ground to walk him to his goal.

As he made his way through the reverential circuit, sooty water tumbled down the rough steps, an aquatic waterfall that acted as an eerie welcome mat denoting the final stretch to his goal.

The final slope. Even in the middle of the day, the location and architecture of the temple hid most of the light from above, and it always seemed just a little colder than it should in the shade...

The overcast skies combined with austere dark greys and blacks of the ambient geology made it that much more disconcerting. Even having come here year after year, it always kept him on edge.

He reached the door. It was twice as large as he was, and cut in a perfectly symmetrical oval shape. A dark line ran down the middle, the only indication of how it could open. A smaller porthole-like indent at face level featured that same split. Below it was an equally symmetrical crest-like decoration with several open tubes angling downward. He snaked tentacles into them, twisting and winding through a complex series of pipes to a set of switches. Clasping them all and pulling simultaneously, a heavy mechanism clacked deep within, and the porthole shape in the door opened up.

Quickly retracting his tentacles, he dove into the opening, having to squeeze his body and mass of tentacles through the small entrance before it scissored shut again.

Inside the temple it was somehow quieter. Outside, there was at least the passive swishing of water as he moved, the distant sounds of other life, but here... There was nothing, save for his breathing and the sound of his heart.

For as large as it seemed on the outside, the ``temple'' was merely this twenty-by-ten room, the door behind set into one of the long ends. On each of the short walls sat a sconce that faintly glowed, barely illuminating the tomb-like space.

But even in the din, he could see that algae had grown on almost every surface. He darted to the corner and found the long heirloom stone ``wiper'' that lay against the wall.

Taking up the janitorial artefact, he pressed the supple, rubber-like wedge against the floor, dragging it along to cut through the grime like a large scalpel towards the wall across from the entrance, scraping it up until it hit the ceiling, then bringing it back towards the door, then back down to the original first press to firmly section the room on half. From there, he began to work, sliding the strange maintenance tool across the surfaces of the room, scooping up the algae as he went.

When he'd shoveled enough, he'd slowly take it over to a sconce and dump it in, and its glow would intensify. Each sconce got half a room's worth of scum.

Finishing that, it now came the time to properly clean the insignia on the floor. He always hated it, both his parents hated doing it, and from the stories he'd heard from them, so had his ancestors. There were so many divets and details, multiple trips had to be taken back and forth to make sure the scrapings didn't spill.

But no matter how much he hated it, he would always do it, year after year. It was always worth it.

Eventually, the insignia was exposed: A bizarrely-proportioned halo of fire with an unsettlingly intricate eye in the middle of it; all of which was bordered by what seemed like a lotus of flames, but upon closer inspection was a symmetrical sphincter-like ring of worming tentacles.

When he was finished, the entire chamber glowed warmly to show off the startlingly pristine condition of the house of worship, including the great mirror on the wall opposite the entrance which spanned its entire length.

Now came the second worst part of this whole ordeal.

Looking down, he nervously hovered onto the large symbol, a pit of anxious dread building in his stomach at what was to come.

Inhaling deeply, he began to chant.

What flowed from his beak were a series of strangely-constructed two- and three-letter words.

For a minute and six seconds the strange hymn continued without interruption.

______________________

Suddenly something seized the aquatic lad. His eyes went wide and his posture jerked straight, and the words flowed with authority. The lights, which had been burning bright seconds before now dimmed and flickered anemically... and the youth's incantation continued, well past the point where one would need to breathe to continue.

His eyes wildly whirled about, their swift, sudden movements at odds with his body's calm, diligent posture and actions.

Then they finally came.

Faintly, in the mirrored wall...

Eyes.

One... two...

Then dozens, all with various pupil shapes yet all sharing a monochromatic pallid green where pitch blackness was not present in the oculi. Every inch of the mirror's space filled with them, all to stare at him.

As their gazes oppressively bored, thick, inky strings began to stream from the myriad of pupils, all flowing to build and froth before him.

In short order, the pitch node built up to as big as the temple's door, and reflected no light. He looked into the great abyssal blotch, and in its inexplicable distance, saw the form of what was to come, moving closer and closer. Through his possessed chanting, his heart beat fiercely.

Finally, rising as if from the depths and dispelling a chunk of the black mass, it had arrived.

His familial Waking Epitaph. Possessing a chiseled humanoid upper body, any possible lower half was hidden by the impossible dark cloud.

Where its head and face would sit, a colossal eyeball sat in an anemone-like crown of tendrils.

Upon its manifestation, Chlint was released from the arcane stranglehold upon his body. He began to fall over, but his limbs reflexively kept him upright. His consciousness nonetheless waivered.

The waters around him warmed and gently bubbled. His body was revitalized, and along with it came emotional warmth. Memories flooded his mind and comforted his soul... Before the inevitable reassertion of reality tinged the sweetness with its inexorable bitterness.

And so once more, as every year before, he'd been rejuvenated by his ancestral gestalt entity, its godlike power derived from the collected ritualistic investment of every blood relative before him. He let out a few sobs before composing himself.

Smiling, he then chuckled incredulously.

``The literal power of family... Still find it hard to fully believe that's what it is,'' he commented.

``Greetings, youngest blood. It pleases us to see you well.''

If it spoke with sound, there was no way to tell from where it emanated; and it was equally impossible to tell if it was talking directly in his mind. However it communed with the hybrid, whenever it made itself understood, its linear cephalopodal pupil bent and warbled. But despite that, its voice was always even and deeply androgynous, almost pleasant.

``Salutations to you, my blood foundation. You all excited to continue fulfilling our pact?'' He greeted and asked.

The entity crossed its arms, and despite its unsettling visage, it looked very much like an eldritch genie. ...Which wasn't far from the truth.

``Indeed. What are this year's terms?''

``For you, the same offering, if that continues to be satisfactory?''

``It is.''

``Awesome. For me...'' and he trailed off. A moment of awkward silence followed.

``...It will be nothing if you remain silent,'' it urged impatiently.

``I know- it's just, I don't know how to describe it,'' he placated.

``We will know it when the arrangement is fulfilled, and it will be done,'' it offered.

``...Alright,'' he agreed. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, both hating and mentally preparing for what was about to happen.

Its arms unfolded. ``There is.... Agreement.''

With nature-defying speed it dove for him, its form assuming a cloud-like constitution as it struck his forehead.

For exactly two seconds, everything was execrable agony. In that brief moment as he began falling, the entirety of his musculature flexed, coiled, and tensed to the point where they'd be splintering bones if those were present in him. His sight sharpened to an unnatural degree before what he saw became split as he felt his eyes bulge and swivel out of synch. The last thing he saw before consciousness failed him was a building cloud of darkness at the bottom of his vision blocking the last few observations of ambient microbes in the water, accompanied by a sickening guttural cry that seemed to echo forever.

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In the confines of the ancestral temple, the lights flickered angrily before dimming, as if submitting to their fate. In the din, a cloud of ink roiled and billowed. Tentacles arced and slashed about. Energy flashed in spots about it, giving it the appearance of a minute thunderstorm.

And like every storm, it passed.

The obsidian murk melted and sunk away from the youth's kneeling form.

Its eyes opened and spun back into synchronicity before standing up and inhaling deeply. It then exhaled with an ear-tickling deep growl.

``Ahhh... mortality...'' it mused. It viewed itself in the mirror. Fluorescent veins and arteries pulsated across its flesh at sharp, unhuman angles before calming to pantomime normal skin. Looking down at itself, its forest of countless tentacles sprang into action.

First a small number formed into shapes analogous to human bones. Others gradually layered atop them to reinforce them and slowly form arms and legs that were more accurately humanoid than ones Chlint could form with the measly few he had. It made a few shoulder rolls, before refining the motion to better maintain a human appearance.

Satisfied with itself, it turned to face the temple door. Taking another deep breath, it walked towards it, before looking down again.

``Oh right,'' it realized, feeling its extreme endowment swinging against the ambient aquatic drag. A number of tentacles wrapped around the form's pelvis in a tight diagonal crossweave.

Resuming its stride, it moved towards the entrance, and then seamlessly through it.

The temple grew quiet and dark once more.

_____________

The sun had just set.

Partway through a seldom-travelled backstreet, a pair of rodent newlyweds were mutually executing their... spousal duties. Despite the autumnal chill permeating the downtown air, the shameless pair kept at it, the heat from their exhibitional lovemaking counteracting it. Certain features of one of the participants glowed a distinctly sharp yellow...

Against the brick wall of the quiet street, a pair of black forearms and fists pressed against the aged brick. The equally obsidian figure they supported jostled forward rhythmically, huffing and occasionally moaning.

His voice was pleasantly airy and masculine, though it was gruffer than usual due mostly in part to the thick neon dick he was taking up his tailpipe.

His railer pushed in close against him, clasping his fists with her hands, her curves and boobs sandwiching him against the craggy surface as she kept humping.

``Heh... Hubby takes dick good!'' she rasped sensually into his ear, her smile wild and toothy.

The husband, an inky-black rat, chuckled and smirked at her.

Behind him was Kayce, the highly strange yet wonderously lecherous feline-haped lifeform. Said feline shape was different now, having taken on more rounded ears, a cutely feminine rodent muzzle and a thin, tubular tail; all features derived from her current host, the manslut's wife.

Leaning back up, she grabbed onto his waist again, looking down at her glowing cock disappearing between his plush cheeks. As the city gradually darkened, her glowstick rhythmically blinked in their little carnal corner.

``Oohf, and wifey's losing her shit, too...!'' and she leaned her head back, feeling her body warm as her host's mind roiled with pleasure in the mental sidecar.

``Happy t-to hear she's enj-OYing it...'' the husband answered, before moaning again.

The statement triggered memories in the host, and soon Kayce was remembering when the bride had tried anal for the first time the day previous, quickly taking to it.

``You guys're a couple anal-maniacs!'' she teased before grabbing higher up his torso to hump harder.

``That's right honeybaby, cream for me, cream for your big black dick-dog,'' hubby encouraged. That threw Kayce off, but only for half a second; whatever it was, it seemed to hit some sort of auditory g-spot in the man's blushing bride, wildly exciting her, and by extension rapidly pushing Kayce-

``Hnnnguuggh!'' Kayce grunted gutturally, her nut exploding inside the rodent DILF, her body practically vibrating as her spiral eyes narrowed and rolled back.

The sensation of her schlong and then her warm baby-batter hitting his boy-clit, coupled with the thoughts of his own wife tapping him drove him over the edge, and his voice tightened up as he began spurting all over the bottom of the building's wall.

Whatever chemistry these two had, it was intense and passionate and left the pitch-black bodysnatcher shuddering and spasming even as the orgasm trailed off, her mouth hanging open and voice quivering dumbly.

Kayce took a deep breath and shook herself back down to Earth.

``Whoo! SHIT, you two are freaky,'' she commented before slowly pulling out. He grunted cutely as she yanked out the last inch. Bright swirlgoo spilled out from his equally luminescent gape.

``Geezus, you radioactive or some shit?!'' he softly wondered, somewhat concerned.

``Nope, just glowy,'' she answered simply. Hubby began chuckling to himself.

``What?''

``It's... snrk like a rave in my butt,'' he answered. The black cat rolled her eyes. Then her ears perked up.

In the distance she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking down the street, a stocky figure approached them at a determined pace. The husband looked up to see who was approaching.

The swirls of her eyes tightened and shrunk and her expression scrunched... only to then widen when she realized who it was in the dark.

``Oh, hey, I know this guy-'' and she jogged off to meet her friend as he approached the edge of the street lamp.

She looked back and began to call ``You two want a serious dicking, you'll defin... itely...'' trailing off when she got closer and something felt... Weird.

His overall shape in the dark was the same, but there was something in the details that began to unease her- especially when even this close to the streetlight's range, those details still seemed obscured...

``Chlint...?'' she softly asked, her head gently tilting.

Suddenly, his eyes literally lit up, and instead of his jovial blue stare, she found only an austere glare with freakish pupils pinched above and below by beak-shaped points in his milky green sclerae.

In that moment when shock and surprise gripped her, she failed to notice the world around her change. The ambient light in the area dimmed, the streetlight's radius shrank- even the stars themselves seemed to cower as all but the brightest of their lights went out. Even the luminescence at the edges of her extremities weakened. She quickly looked at her hands before back up at him. Her heart raced, and she began to take a step back-

``Kaaaaay... ceeee...'' it said with an aloof, yet pleased familiarity, before lifting a twist-molded hand towards her face.

Her eyes widened before everything went black.

_____________

``What the fuck?!'' the husband shouted, quickly doing up his pants as he ran over to his wife. Whoever this new guy was, he was doing... something to their hookup. Her body shook unnervingly.

Looking around as he ran, he spotted something and quickly detoured, running back towards them with a large piece of broken brick. On his approach he was briefly horrified to watch whatever was attached to his wife get literally sucked off her body and into his palm, forming a rough ball shape. The process was short, and he saw his wife begin to collapse.

Just as he was about to get in range, whoever or whatever this asshole was caught her body with his free hand.

Then the skin around the assailant's head split open, and consciousness failed him.

_____________

The man's pace slowed to a stop. His body loosened up, and his raised arm gently lowered to his side, the brick falling from his grip.

``Here,'' it spoke. It handed this man his loving spouse, and without breaking his mindless gaze, tenderly took her form in his arms, appropriately in bridal style. Just like her spouse, she stared ahead emotionlessly, before facing skyward in his arms.

``Go home. Sleep. Forget this happened for all time.''

As it spoke, the ambient darkling continued further and further to the point where all that remained was the final ember of the streetlight... and a sickly baleful glow that bathing the newlyweds.

Both slowly nodded once before the groom walked off in the opposite direction.

Knowing its will would be carried out, its head knitted itself back together, and two eyes opened once more, pupils swiveling and rotating about haphazardly in their sockets until the shape was even and once more synchronized.

It looked down into its grasp, observing the odd inky blob it now possessed.

Its lower body and most of its upper body twisted, contorted, and stretched a hundred and eighty degrees to walk back from whence it came, its owl-twisted head and stretched hand following suit a moment afterward as it walked into the night's murk.

Things became unnaturally silent on the sidestreet. The streetlight flickered and briefly died, before resuming its full light and quiet electric hum again, illuminating the empty street.

_____________

Just past the other end of the street, a young man was approaching the intersection seeking to cross. As he approached, he noticed someone carrying someone else- a man, almost naked, the woman he was holding completely so.

``Uhh, is every-''

And on that sparse corner, lit only by the blinking orange crossing lights, the pitch-black husband's head slowly, ponderously turned at the exact same time his wife craned her head backward.

Their expressions were hopelessly, lifelessly blank; their eyes wide, unblinking, and emanating a dusty, empty glow.

And they stared. Right at the observing stranger.

_____________

``Oh, ffffffff... fiddlesticks!'' the young, spry calico ``swore'' as she ran, the safe she hefted weighing her down, its bulk pressing against her breasts and squishing into them as it jostled in her grip with every footfall.

``The things I do for headpats!'' she whined as she hurried along, trying to avoid the lone officer pursuing and hollering at her.

She was quite suddenly and forcefully yanked sideways, pulled deep into an alleyway. Her freezing in shock combined with the dark shroud of the night had kept her hidden, and the policeman ran right past her.

As the regular sounds of the city reasserted themselves, she exhaled in relief before turning to look at the tall, dark figure that had rescued her. She initially thought it had been Siege, but the features of this looming person's figure were all rounded and smooth, as opposed to the sharp, statuesque angles of Siege's very fetching form.

``Uhhm... Thanks for helping me out! But, uhh... I should go,'' she thanked, attempting to walk off with her plunder.

But she couldn't.

She found her haul held firmly in place by the stranger- he'd somehow roped something around it.

``You can let go now...'' she awkwardly insisted, before pulling at the safe.

``Put it down,'' the figure suggested.

``I, uh... gotta... go deliver this new safe to some... rich guy who needs it, yeah!'' she further insisted and awkwardly fibbed.

``Put it down,'' he repeated, it now insisted.

``Mister, you need to let go-''

``PUT. IT. DOWN. NOW!!!'' he commanded, pushing nearer and nearer to her with each word. When he was uncomfortably close, whatever he'd tethered to the safe began slithering across it and crushing it, so much so that the thick metal box audibly groaned as its layered, reinforced structure buckled.

Ears flat and back, tail between legs, and eyes wide with fright, she took a half-step back before booking it towards the street.

Suddenly, dozens of long strands of what she swore were tentacles lashed out past her to the walls on each side of the alley, burying themselves in the brickwork.

With a single tug, two massive chunks of building were ripped out and collapsed at the entrance to the alley, blocking her.

She looked behind her, but only long enough to see the tentacles return to their scary master and his scary glowing eyes. Self-preservative fear both consumed and fueled her.

She immediately began to climb, desperately clawing at the wall of debris to get over. Something violently slithered around her tail, staggering her momentum before an iron-strong hand grabbed her leg and pulled... gently. Patiently. Expectantly.

She she briefly tried to shake him off and keep going, but his grip was firmly unbreakable- and she was losing height. She clung tightly to her place on the wall, her claws digging into brick.

She briefly looked back. For the split second she did, along with his deeply unsettling gaze, she swore she could see several more glowing faces on his body. Her gaze whipped back up, panic took over, and she let out a ragged, guttural, hauntingly full-force scream of existential terror.

Her body briefly stretched before her claws slashed through the aged masonry, and she was dragged down. She continued to wail as she tried grabbing for handholds along the wall, and then the ground as she was swiftly pulled off into the shadows, her claws viscerally filing down against the asphalt.

_____________

The officer who had been pursuing the would-be thief doubled back as soon as he heard the horrendous crashing of infrastructure. He broke into a full sprint when the gut-chilling murder-screams began.

He arrived at the walled-off alley at the same time a cruiser rolled up. Looking around, the corner of the left damaged building opened into a storefront, and he hopped through the debris into it, drawing his pistol and flashlight.

He quickly located a side door into the alley. Twisting sideways and shoving the pushbar, he spotted someone. His demand for them to freeze almost instantly turned to terrified swearing and panic-firing.

_____________

The officers from the squad car began following the first officer, before they heard his screams and gunshots. They hurried in after him, one drawing his pistol, the other bringing the shotgun to bear.

Upon reaching the scene, they found the first officer standing there, head hanging, drooling, his eyes faintly glowing in the dark.

The officer with the shotgun swore and pointed the longarm at something behind a fence. The other one shined their light, and saw someone lying on the ground tangled up in... Something alive and writhing.

Suddenly, in the distant din, two glowing eyes turned towards them.

The officer with the light tried to shine it towards the eyes, but it simply faded and died. The eyes then began rushing towards them. A low bestial yowling swiftly built into a blood-curdling otherworldly screech that drowned out the world.

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