the beast you made of me (open to anyone)
Infinite power.
That’s what overwhelms her when she wakes up that morning, not in her bed, or in any bed, but in another body. She’s normally made of magic - magic flows through her, magic forms her dust together into the shape she takes, magic makes her muscles and heals her wounds.
But it’s nothing compared to this. No magic in her universe compares to this. If someone was to contain this much magic, their body would not be able to contain it, to withhold it.
With this much magic, she could destroy the universe.
With this much magic, she could recreate the universe.
With this much magic, she could save everyone in Spirale. She could break the barrier that separates them from their home worlds, destroy these so-called “gods.”
She just has to destroy everyone else first.
It’s what this body is good at, after all. She remembers it as easily as if she did it herself - untold chaos, untold destruction. She has that power and more now. What a fool he was to not use it in this way before.
Abruptly, in a cloud of purple smoke hundreds of stories tall, the being known to many as the Nightmare Knight appears in the center of the city. He towers over everything, and everything in the city, in the world, shapes itself to match. The sky instantly turns purple and black, violet stormclouds shaping above his head. An enormous cape of fog, the size of a lake, cascades down his back and around his legs.
He raises a massive hand, the stormclouds above him becoming harsher and more violent, the world becoming darker, as he seems to twist reality with a wave of his fingers.
He speaks.
“Hello.”
“And... goodbye.”
He snaps his fingers. The stormclouds part as something begins to emerge through them, falling from space.
It only takes a moment to become clear that it’s a meteor the size of a moon, and it’s heading straight for Spirale.
