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Interlude: Forty Seven
Death lost its possession of her soul, the demon’s grip tearing through realms to resuscitate a lingering pulse. A new aroma was in the air; sweet particles of thick, syrupy energy flowed through with a rivers bend, guiding her to its sources for a taste.
At the table was a large feast.
The people surrounding her revived corpse gasped in horror as her veins darkened to a plum-like hue more vibrant than bruises. She—the demon— rose from her crumpled position to take in the people. The souls.
The feast.
Her lips were moistened with anticipation. Vengeful eyes narrowed on the fearful scent the curator of this wretched tradition bore. The religious leader clutched their emblem in desperate prayer, shaking in the same ways she did in her private chambers before she was forced to leave.
Another lick of the lips, then a pounce. Angered slashes. Nails embedded with dirt as they were dragged back. Lungs choking on toxic vapor. Greedy, irresistible consumption. Veins thrummed with a power no mortal could bear, imprisoning souls that fueled her renewed vessel.
Onlookers resembled petals snapping from tired branches, caught by the cold embrace of grass and debris. They made a halo around their sacrifice, a lover’s strength returning to the embrace of beyond. Sticky blood stained her hands which matched the drying patch on her traditional garb.
A curdling scream stained with her grief rang to the heavens, answered by the heavy march of their soldiers stomping through the opened gates of the Deepspace.