Urdak, home of the Maykrs and existing outside of most time and space. It was a dimension that the Gemini had passed through several times but had never given much thought to, until now. The million years war had given them both, especially L, a grudge against the entire species. False gods, manipulators of mortal life, and they especially stank of the creator. L especially hated them for their appearance, resembling her own true self, gilded in gold and ethereal. Xibalba especially hated the imbalance of death their existence created, causing physical pain as she attempted to maintain order among the afterlives housed inside their body. It was decided that this would be handled, and L would be the one to do it.
L's form was the smallest and most visible it had ever been when passing through Urdak. Never before had they felt the planet beneath their feet, the coldness of the air, or smelled the sweet aroma of the trees. There was an ambient vibration that caused unease within her, reminding her of what this place really was.
T'Con in their true forms could only be matched in strength to another, however T'Con avatars were weak piles of atoms with limitations set forth by the immediately inhabited area. It was something the Maykr race had become aware of and immediately took advantage of when L was discovered. Had she been aware of their use of Argent Energy there might have been a different outcome.
"Just think, your creator could have made a sandwich, yet here you are." L chuckled before screaming through gritted teeth. A spike was hammered into the base of her skull, pointing upwards. With each strike her vision faded more and more, her body becoming limp until she had completely blacked out.
She lost count of how long she'd been imprisoned and tortured by now. And whoever said that one could grow accustomed to torture over time never pissed off the Khan Maykr. The spike had been removed and repaired several times now, each upgrade causing more unpleasant side effects. It caused a debilitating vibration the closer a Makyr got that was only lessened when she took on her less human form. She was more vulnerable but more comfortable in it, and only needed an opening to make use of it. It was starting to feel like it was a hopeless endeavor at this point though. Every few years she was given the option of fighting her way out, with some new form of cruel handicap. Skinless one year, hornless the next, even having three of her arms ripped off. That was the closest she'd made it so far.
L paced the floor of their cell, bare feet softly tapping against the tile. All four of her arms had regrown, two crossed below her chest and the other two held out as she spun in a circle every few steps. Pitch black obsidian antlers came out of her head that she would scrape against the walls every now and then. Shiny black oval eyes closed, a third stayed open horizontally on her forehead as she began thinking of a way out, for the umpteenth time. In frustration, she let out a scream, directed at the Makyr Angel that guarded the forcefield-protected opening to her cell.
"When I get out of here, I'm ripping you out of that armor, and I'm going to fucking eat you."
