BODY AFTER BODY AFTER BODY, YEAR AFTER DECADE AFTER CENTURY. The God, once a pinnacle of POWER AND REVER, had been left to crawl upon this planet as all but the smallest chunk within the first host had survived the great erasure. A piece the rest of the Gods had not seen or known about, an INCIDENTAL action that had saved it. It had kept mostly hidden; changing bodies when one started to malform too much. This time however it had let the vessel grow and twist, an amalgamation of the horror that was and the human that had been. A CALLING CARD // IT HAD WANTED TO BE FOUND.
AND ITS WISHES WERE EVENTUALLY MET. Looming over the other, multitudes of eyes idly looking at the guns raised around it // A PART OF IT ALL WAS AMUSING. Even in this state, such menial tools would only do so much... but it was not here for anything but what they also sought to do. “&– - I am one of many titles and names, however one constant is Mora. Though, it matters not does it-- - for your organization has a preference for numbers and labels. You are in the 9000s now, correct?... It has been quite a while since I've been able to keep tabs.” Mora does not hide the knowledge it owns // NOT, IT USES IT AS A FURTHER LURE. As if such is even necessary.
“&– - I will oblige without a fight.” Simply said, knowing fully well that such ease was NOT EXPECTED. The ring of maws twitches and drips with each word spoken, its tail slow scrapes along the floor. The shape of something that could TEAR AND REND, the speech of something far more intelligent. It's intent with to withdraw the curiosity within the other AND OPEN UP FURTHER DIALOGUE. And then further gain in the future. There was much it sought to gain. // @lncarnon continued from HERE