The Entity Chosen.

Chapter 2: Planted Desires

As the Entity seeped into every fiber of her being, Liriyal felt herself slipping away, like sand scattering in a breeze. Its presence was thick and invasive, crawling through her mind and twisting her thoughts, its whispers growing louder, darker. The words wound around her like chains, binding her closer and closer to the Entity's will, her own voice drowned beneath its malevolent murmur.

"You were always hollow, Liriyal," the Entity cooed, its voice reverberating inside her head. "Nothing but a vessel waiting to be filled. And now... now you belong to me."

Liriyal's heartbeat slowed, her limbs going slack, heavy under the weight of its words. Part of her wanted to resist, to claw her way back to the surface, but the void within her felt soothed, pacified by the Entity's hold. Her fears began to dissipate, replaced with a dark, twisted sense of purpose.

"I will make you powerful," the Entity promised, its words wrapping around her like a caress. "Together, we will bring torment, suffering... they will scream for mercy, and you will feel fulfilled."

Liriyal's lips curled in a faint smile, the remnants of her thoughts becoming murky as the Entity planted dark desires in her mind. She could almost see the survivors before her, their eyes wide with fear, their bodies trembling, their desperation feeding the darkness within her. The Entity was right — this was what she needed. With it inside her, she was no longer empty. She was no longer alone.

But the more the Entity filled her, the more it pushed her to the brink of madness, twisting every gentle thought, every ounce of empathy, until all that remained was a fervent need to fulfill its desires.

"Yes... make them suffer. Make them feel the emptiness you once felt, the hollow ache you know so well," it urged, and Liriyal found herself nodding, her eyes glazing over with an eerie, feverish devotion.

The Entity extended her hand, guiding her fingers into an unnatural claw-like grip. Its voice dripped with satisfaction. "You are my vessel, my instrument of terror. Through you, I will tear their hope to shreds."

Her laughter came out hollow, twisted, as she envisioned the pain she would inflict, the fear she would spread. The thought made her feel complete, more whole than she'd ever felt. She was no longer lost, no longer yearning. Now, she was the darkness, the horror lurking within the fog, waiting to prey upon the survivors.

And deep within the layers of her own shattered psyche, Liriyal's own voice, faint and distant, screamed. But her voice was nothing more than an echo, buried under the Entity's oppressive will, lost to the shadows forever.

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