Acute stinging, a worming foulness darted through every bulging vein. They  crumbled and wallowed below a thousand convulsions. The wallowing of that shrilled from their chords were matched only by strain lashing their emaciated frame. Yet for all the searing that had stirred over them, she already knew too well of the plight what would follow in this bloodied display. All the crackling and gashing that would soon be leashed upon her was something craft of her knowing intent.
Why else would they ravage the subordinate asunder than to finally cast this miserable host-body aside? A scheme that wouldnât fall as easily as that oblivious lout, as the very shell she picked to inhabit as her own twisted and reformed from the inside out in a sick melody of cracks and splatters. A feeble attempt that couldnât have been made by her cunning, but by what gutted remains of her corporeal instinct. No matter what incurred that corporal ire, no obedience on their victimâs behalf could of feasibly undone the stinging wretchedness that swiftly befell both her husk and the one attempting to reign it.
An unadulterated brutality no person could endure, an insufferable vile that would finally expunge the dwindled remains of the queen beneath a torrential repugnance. The queen had been no longer for quite some time, her mortal carcass left to be wrought and wrought into shape the Void had always intended her to be. And it began not with her immediate eradication, but with letting her experience the helplessness of her own self being gnarled into what abhorrent body the unseen force deemed it be.
Everything spontaneously snapped. Bones wailing an intolerable song as sinew split beneath their already famished hide, constantly pulling against their oily quills until all but a few sullied clumps of down were left clinging to the former queenâs bruising frame. She hadnât any conscious vested to slip a glance of the horrors gushing her abrasions, she could hardly withstand her own bodily weight with knees that wracked and clattered. How was she expected to open their wincing gaze if she couldnât think beyond the revolted haze? But she felt it, talons sprouting and screeching as they dragged across the crimson grime of defiled plumes and the green-washed stone of the long abandoned ballroom. Either her grasp or quivering stature must have shattered, as her form form collapsed onto the rug of bodily ichor only for her wings to extend their pitiful breadths and catch her heaving stance, already long ivory talons grasping at the steps of the cracked and bloodied throne.
By then every strand in her limbs had begun to furrow, a leathery germination covering the sparse quills still adorned their once feathery span. She tried to glimpse her terror, to see what has come of her wings - whatâs become of her. But her sight and ringing perception were by muddled the viscous nausea of an amaranth glare. All there was to witness was that repulsive red washed nearly black by the sickly green that illuminated the room, and no gawking on their behalf could undo the fogged plight. Even an as numbness trailed across her spine and furrowed along her limbs, she wasnât at all spared the piercing brutality of bleached marrow worming out from the flesh of their nape.
No longer could her heed discern the guttural snapping sheâd so quickly come to be acquainted with. Why as a hundred protrusions speared from within her, she couldnât do anything but rear their break expel a grossly shrillness until her wilted lungs were stricken the very last of her wavered breath. A cry so sincere in itâs plea that was steadily swallowed beneath a internal gurgle billowing from the behemothâs bowels. They roared aloud, screeching their accomplishment in a primordial song sung by their reclaimed form. Blood poured from her opened maw, though whether it was herâs or her victimâs she could no longer tell as it clung to the too long teeth in strands.
But with a sigh as steady as their breath could, gathering what respite their new body could exchange. The affair merely ended swiftly as it had spiraled.
They were here now, and the Queen before them had all but ceased in a single breath.
The Void was now in charge, bonded to a physical form that suited her every need.
-??? is open for questioning
((I wanna thank @serpentine-judge for writing this up for me, heâs honestly the best so please go check him out!))
