I hold abreast the fleshy pulsing leech as it gnaws and tears greedily pulling hard on palid flesh and leaves a thin trail of ruby and black as skin is macerated and left useless. The moment air kissed the wound I could feel it begin to heal and dissolve at the same time. The wicked cyclical vulgarity of it mocking higher senses, and twisting up all the things that should be known.
Fangs have sunk in, nothing left of the pale form that was not at least once tainted by this acrid smelling abomination. My body, not mine by any stretch of the imagination has begun to reject this semblance of mind numbing control. Feeling like a puppet, dragged about by a single wisp of wiry but callous entity. The fortitude of my skin beginning to restore, its resilient nature tested yet again. My annoyance at the universal insistence on rectifying the weaknesses inherent in the otherwise flexible and incessant human form rising to the surface. Giving in to the ire, fingers trembling in anticipation, I crushed the last of those abhorrent and unfortunate homunculi.
An eerie chill creating shivers and a visceral humming that echoed through my ears, my heartbeat reverberating within my skull. The sudden drop of a giant creature, jarred me back to my senses. I slammed the remains of its smaller brethren on the cold stone floor, the rough action creating a loud and unmistakable squelching crunch. A nearly inaudible squeal arose from the pulsing and violent mass writhing and crushing every thing in sight.
Survival was my only instinct. The gut telling me to run, my brain wanting to keep contact on him with my eyes at all times. He was surprisingly quiet for such a large mass of black, hateful tentacles. With precision only the truly practiced could execute, he closed the gap between us and attempted to overtake me with uncanny and hideous strength. His mere presence felt like venom, oppressive energy bled from him with each movement.
I felt within me a burst of energy, fiery and unholy, with the stench of hellfire and a keen edge of ozone. His fangs bore as he pushed himself into me, but the light my untorn skin emanated flashed at that moment like an infernal volcanic blast. Hissing, the creature began to sizzle in each contacting point. I watched intently and studied his discomforting and wicked flesh melt with the unrelenting heat.
The unadulterated squeals of pain, giving my glowing body a more lustrous and immutable sheen. Each belch of noise creating a tangible wave of what could only be described as pure, inescapable ecstasy.
These are the malformed liars. These are the inconsistent and weak. These are the insipid and trepidatious, these hollow and otherwise useless creatures who's lip service creates a mass of salt that devours the otherwise pulsing and vibrating self. I tear within myself to create distance and develop a simplistic hope in the iridescent and glistening truth, everything honest and resplendent.
