They stood on a cliff, together soon to be one. A car pulled away and drove off with a loud roar.
"Your parents sold you to be my bride. I accepted, knowing that if I didn’t, they will just try another deity, but I will not force this on you. Have this credit card and live as you wish. If you want something else instead, just ask" said the Elder God donned in a human skin that did not fit them.
It pulled out a credit card from what seemed to be thin air.
It would wrinkle and bend in small ways that seemed more akin to how a jacket moves than clothes, flesh turned into a gaudy accessory. A vestigial garb pulled out events such as this one.
The girl saw this and looked up at him with a face that surprised the creature in front of her.
It was one of absolute disgust and hatred, there was no cognitive repulsion at trying to understand such a creature even behind its "mask". No, she saw every fold, every wrinkle formed an irregularity who shoved itself back into the shape of a primate. She could see all that and not spew the contents of her stomach up while not being able to hold her resentment, a virtoil that surpassed one simply betrayed by those who raised her. Yes, this was sheer hatred trapped in what seemed to be a petite young woman's body yet…
It seemed actionable, it was hatred that could only survive by becoming reality.
"You aren't a God." she said as she manifested that hatred as an ephemeral blade, a thing that looked like a blurry polaroid of a sword ripped from its film prison.
"What do you think you'r…what are you? Who are you" the God said.
She ran at it, it cast off the skin it wore becoming a thing with no properly defined dimensions and garbed in a robe that devoured light. There was a mask but it folded into itself, though it could have been described as a folded up protein turned into a mask and such a description would be close.
A better description for it would be simply something wrong.
She swang at the divinity in front of her with almost perfect ineptitude, her form so bad that many wannabe devotees of the Sword would have uproared in jealous frustration.
However, the girl's physiology obeyed what she demanded of it. The creature in front of her now realizes why her parents seemed so terrified and distant.
It dodges her slashes but the girl keeps bending her body to new limits, her spine now undulating and her muscles making a small ceaseless squeal. Her bones cracked into pieces smaller than a nail, fusing into its muscular and nervous neighbors.
The god would dodge her flurry of jabs and slashes by going behind her, readying an attack of its own but she'd 360'd her body. With a force equal to the god's she'd repelled that attack.
"How." stuttered the creature.
"...you're not a real God or Prince of The Dark. I've seen them, the real Gods. They don't need to say it, they aren't kind because they don't understand kindness. What you are is an insult, a person pretending to be something more" she said as she spat a yellowish bile with flakes of red.
The False God paused and looked at her, its form merging with its human one. A monsterous combination of a broken human and a false god being formed. Some composed of an enormous amount of joints, complex forces bound by flesh and a mind beyond all that.
It slobbered as it ran towards the girl, however it did not do so linearly afterall it was the God of The Space Between. So instead it ran towards the girl as she was driven here, to the cliff, as her false parents sweated in terror.
The creature, bigger than a normal human and no bigger than elephant that seemed to be an ever-changing gradient of man to elephant, shocked the hell out of them all aside from the girl.
She jumped out the car and resumed their fight, she kept a more human form this time.
Running and sprinting at the creature with no sign of even needing to use her more "inhuman" aspects.
Though she did slash at the creature with superhuman levels of strength. It seemed as though each attack was building on top of each other, a damage even a "god" couldn't merely ignore.
The vantablack striped creature wearing a giant bone-white ivory mask screamed in agony, it no longer properly could move. It was stuck mostly in this past state of reality, and partially in the state between the future and past. Its ichor leaked into the gaps of the road below it, both real and theoretical.
The girl stabbed and left her sword in the soon-to-be carcass of a false god. She walked back to the car her fake parents resided in and told them to continue driving to the cliff.
Her future self enjoyed the realization that she didn't have to deal with that thing a second time, though what she got out of killing it made this time around a lot easier.
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Reply to [WP] The eldritch god stood before the girl, in almost human form. "Your parents sold you to be my bride. I accepted, knowing that if I didn’t, they will just try another deity, but I will not force this on you. Have this credit card and live as you wish. If you want something else instead, just ask by Rattrap2474
They stood on a cliff, together soon to be one. A car pulled away and drove off with a loud roar.
"Your parents sold you to be my bride. I accepted, knowing that if I didn’t, they will just try another deity, but I will not force this on you. Have this credit card and live as you wish. If you want something else instead, just ask" said the Elder God donned in a human skin that did not fit them.
It pulled out a credit card from what seemed to be thin air.
It would wrinkle and bend in small ways that seemed more akin to how a jacket moves than clothes, flesh turned into a gaudy accessory. A vestigial garb pulled out events such as this one.
The girl saw this and looked up at him with a face that surprised the creature in front of her.
It was one of absolute disgust and hatred, there was no cognitive repulsion at trying to understand such a creature even behind its "mask". No, she saw every fold, every wrinkle formed an irregularity who shoved itself back into the shape of a primate. She could see all that and not spew the contents of her stomach up while not being able to hold her resentment, a virtoil that surpassed one simply betrayed by those who raised her. Yes, this was sheer hatred trapped in what seemed to be a petite young woman's body yet…
It seemed actionable, it was hatred that could only survive by becoming reality.
"You aren't a God." she said as she manifested that hatred as an ephemeral blade, a thing that looked like a blurry polaroid of a sword ripped from its film prison.
"What do you think you'r…what are you? Who are you" the God said.
She ran at it, it cast off the skin it wore becoming a thing with no properly defined dimensions and garbed in a robe that devoured light. There was a mask but it folded into itself, though it could have been described as a folded up protein turned into a mask and such a description would be close.
A better description for it would be simply something wrong.
She swang at the divinity in front of her with almost perfect ineptitude, her form so bad that many wannabe devotees of the Sword would have uproared in jealous frustration.
However, the girl's physiology obeyed what she demanded of it. The creature in front of her now realizes why her parents seemed so terrified and distant.
It dodges her slashes but the girl keeps bending her body to new limits, her spine now undulating and her muscles making a small ceaseless squeal. Her bones cracked into pieces smaller than a nail, fusing into its muscular and nervous neighbors.
The god would dodge her flurry of jabs and slashes by going behind her, readying an attack of its own but she'd 360'd her body. With a force equal to the god's she'd repelled that attack.
"How." stuttered the creature.
"...you're not a real God or Prince of The Dark. I've seen them, the real Gods. They don't need to say it, they aren't kind because they don't understand kindness. What you are is an insult, a person pretending to be something more" she said as she spat a yellowish bile with flakes of red.
The False God paused and looked at her, its form merging with its human one. A monsterous combination of a broken human and a false god being formed. Some composed of an enormous amount of joints, complex forces bound by flesh and a mind beyond all that.
It slobbered as it ran towards the girl, however it did not do so linearly afterall it was the God of The Space Between. So instead it ran towards the girl as she was driven here, to the cliff, as her false parents sweated in terror.
The creature, bigger than a normal human and no bigger than elephant that seemed to be an ever-changing gradient of man to elephant, shocked the hell out of them all aside from the girl.
She jumped out the car and resumed their fight, she kept a more human form this time.
Running and sprinting at the creature with no sign of even needing to use her more "inhuman" aspects.
Though she did slash at the creature with superhuman levels of strength. It seemed as though each attack was building on top of each other, a damage even a "god" couldn't merely ignore.
The vantablack striped creature wearing a giant bone-white ivory mask screamed in agony, it no longer properly could move. It was stuck mostly in this past state of reality, and partially in the state between the future and past. Its ichor leaked into the gaps of the road below it, both real and theoretical.
The girl stabbed and left her sword in the soon-to-be carcass of a false god. She walked back to the car her fake parents resided in and told them to continue driving to the cliff.
Her future self enjoyed the realization that she didn't have to deal with that thing a second time, though what she got out of killing it made this time around a lot easier.