wouldn't it be incredible if there was a place that accepted my masochism like I have accepted everyone else for my entire life?
wouldn't it be incredible if I was allowed to be authentically me, without everyone around me quietly turning away and shunning me? If it was celebrated, even?
I've been sitting on an introductory scene to a comic I've always wanted to write, for my whole life I've wanted to make something like this, and I've been sitting on the idea of the introduction for a long time.
main character/self insert/"I" die, led by a cat that I know was a sha animal, into the darkness.
And a voice echoes: oh, my child. oh, my lost sha. you are home now.
A sha, lost to humanity, lost in the boiling billions of voices. Screaming for Sutekh, and feeling the chaos of the world snap back and echo in response to the keening cry. Even the god admits: he lost you. he lost you.
but now you are found. and every terrible thing - every thing that was ever told 'no', every thing that was ever 'bad' or horrible or gross.
it belongs here. YOU belong here. And the alien humanity that has been installed in you - that's an asset, here. You will be the most successful sha this world has ever seen -
beat back the unmaking of all things with a blade made of your own blood. tear it to pieces with the teeth that it pointed out as disgusting.
