FtV - Echoing
Reality is my flesh to carve. It shies away from my claw and sword, fearful of my power.
Power earned through might and slaughter.
I am not bound by the causal reality. I have surpassed its inconsequential laws, rewriting it through blade and black fire.
Through the veil I watch hungrily, observing the insignificant reality for all of its weakness. To reap it is my commitment to the Deep, to continue to cement my loyalty to what it stands.
The world I watch - just out of the clutches of my claws, I gnash my teeth at all it represents.
Fragility. How easily its life could be slaughtered.
The full might of Oryx and His fleet would decimate the world in seconds, leaving nothing but a rotting husk. Yet I am but His echo. A Shade. I would not destroy it in seconds, but the world is still powerless against my axiomatic power.
The universe is a cruel place. It is a creature of a thousand teeth, threatening to devour those who stumble while it watches. Yet this world somehow evaded the mercilessness of reality, its weakness left to fester like an infected wound.
...
I wait impatiently as I continue to split the veil - cut by microscopic cut - for once I step beyond it, this world is mine.
I will cleave through the weakness, to slaughter them before the gaze of the Deep. I will kill and I will Take. I will initiate a new crusade in a universe untouched by the champions of the Deep.
I will truly let in the Deep into this universe for the first time, and I shall savor it.
