{{Warning: Non-explicit mentions and descriptions of body horror.}} The hair on the back of Frank’s neck stood on end as the sound of joints popping filled his ear, the Entity’s claw resting on the side of his jaw, digging into the stuble he’d need to shave. He always hated how She sounded; like her limbs were dislocating and then relocating as She reached out to him, “Legion.” She greeted, cold, clipped and dangerous, Her words filling his head in a way that made him want to twist away. Sink into the cold of Her lair and die. He swallowed, shifting from foot to foot as he heard Her move behind him, the sickly sound of flesh squelching had him nauseated until the claw was replaced by a set of sharp nails, “You disappoint me.” Frank finally twisted around to look at Her properly. She’d changed. Less monstrous and more... eerie. Her body was still spindly, though more human looking, contorting until She stood upright, bones snapping into place. The body of a spider melting into a long black dress. How She had looked to Frank when he first met Her. Like the ghost of a Victorian Woman, with the veil hiding her four sets of eyes. Always watching. Always watching.
“I want to go back.” He grit his teeth, setting his jaw as he looked at Her. Ignoring the Dred that built in his stomach as She cackled, cruel and cold, feet leaving the ground as She hovered a few inches above the frozen flesh of her lair. “You perform poorly in Trial then have the nerve to make demands? Surely I have taught you better, Frank.” She folded her hands, the veins on Her hands looked like webs, horrible, discolored webs. “You know damn well why I want to leave.” he snapped in return, “This isn’t... right! What the fuck is... who the... Fuck!” He was at a loss for words that ended with him yelling in anger, “This isn’t my Ormond and they aren’t my Legion.” He finally got out, hands clenched into fists as he took a deep breath, “I don’t know what kind of sick fucking game this is to you but-” He was cut off with a gag as She flicked a finger, webbing wrapping around his throat, crushing his windpipe to silence as She loomed over him. “Do you think you are clever, boy? Clever enough to think you were the one to find out I had pulled you from where you belong? Silly thing.” She laughed as She tightened the cord around his throat, “You discover as I wish you to discover. You think as I tell you to think. You have no will and no soul that does not belong to me, child.” She held him for a moment before releasing Her grip with a sigh, “You are an embarrassment, Legion. If your performance does not improve, I can assure you there are many more to fill your place.” She lifted her chin, veil floating up to reveal her endless eyes, “I will give you your Proper Legion back. Remove the imposter from your ranks and return him to his. But there will be a price. Can you stomach the payment?”