The silence that she once yearned for swallowed her whole. The writhing stars and abandoned beings above logic fell into madenning silence that bore deep inside her bones and soul. Regardless she pushed on up the stairs that had now come to a gradual stop.
This time the gaze had now changed to reflections of herself. Each path of herself she came to saw, each a being that echoed divinity and yet in each one she met her end. "You're worthless Clomere!" It hit her all at once. Her steps faltered almost letting go of the railing.
Her breathes grew shallow, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she yearned for the madness to come to an end. "See, just end it all with nothing more than a leap into the abyss for your unravel!" The choir this time didn't sing through the blankness of reality but sung in her own mind.
Each word venomous that brought her down with each passing second to the point that she considered ending it all. "And here it thought that you were worth my time." Jarren's voice echoed through the umbral choir of madness and undoing like a knife in silk. His tone slightly distasteful with how she broke down.
As much as she wanted to prove her worth, her body refused to heed her mind. The guilt implanted onto her too much for her to proceed as she contemplated. 'I'll lose myself before I lose you.' Her body writhed on the stairs and with an ear curling scream let it all out.
With no form of support, her body unceremoniously toppled down the stairs. All kinds of laughs echoed through her head as with each fall a new form of pain flashed across her body. Her ribs fractured, her joints twisting in odd ways as her vertebrae cracked in more ways than one. Her skull had multiple fractures however she grit her teeth till it stopped.
She found herself back at the bottom of the fleet of stairs, the gaping maw that stretched it's tendrils to the stars of horrors and stars above devouring to it's content. All she had to do was roll and it would all come to an end. 'I should just let it all slip.' The laughs and songs in her head urging her to go ahead agreed.
Rising to her feet, the pain made her crash to the ground once more. 'Arrghhh!!!' Screaming in her mind, the laughs she now loathed never ceased. 'These pitiful things laughing like the crones that they are.' The laughter stopped, all eyes landing on her figure.
The silence now felt denser, something else now lurked beneath it and she could tell that it was hostile. The wrath that crept underneath her skin made her wish to be flayed, the way her mind shattered on it's own logic longing for madness and unravel of her existence. 'What?' Reveling in the silence and madness that slowly started to creep into her soul, she started her journey once more.
Unlike before, it was surprisingly shorter making the same progress in five minutes. Something that had taken her hours she told herself. This time the voices didn't hold back, whispering chants and echoed above time that would drive beings into ruin and madness and yet she remained unfazed but it all.
The higher she got the louder the voices got in her mind till they all fell silent. The plane of fractured reality that clawed her mind driving her insane was now replaced with darkness on the outskirts but at the center a dining table was present. Her body moving on instinct she made her way closer to it where she came across others like her.
Some adorned in weird clothes that far exceeded the age she was in and others crude attire. Be it the past, present or the future, they all stood still like mannequins on a chessboard wishing to be played. Way above it all a faint glimmer echoed like a heartbeat of a dying star.
Without warning they all moved alongside her to the table, others absorbed with their ritualistic dances appeasing the gaping nothingness that scared and intrigued her. She was the last one to appear on the table. Their movements stiff akin to marionettes on a string with each of them entranced with the meal presented to them.
"You're finally here. And here I thought that you would never make it out of there." She heard his voice at the very far end of the table however her eyes dilated with horror. It wasn't flesh that greeted her but a starry absolve of nothingness that donned flesh like a suit that greeted her. A smile that surpassed the plane weaved from chaos and ruin of beings and logic never faltered.
All the black strings of the mannequins on the table stretched into the star which then reflected back to him. "These... Are all of those I've chosen to entertain me with many more..."
The dark sky bled revealing all kinds of puppets twirled around in strings. Some pleased, others in ruin however they never once stopped with their endeavors. "So having you as my slave isn't going to be enough." It wasn't just her body but her presence entirely that froze seeing the endless rifts that opened showing puppets on strings.
Among them beings that she couldn't decipher forcing her to look away. The being seating across from her rose onto the table and walked towards her. The sounds of clutter echoing throughout the small liminal space that she was trapped in. Rather than fear, a strange sense of anticipation claimed her.
He hummed to a song that she could barely hear, callously kicking the food to the side crashing onto the puppets that remained aloof. She saw the shadow approach her, unreality drawing closer, a being that defied everything that her mind told her that was and yet she enjoyed the show that he put for her rather than scream for help.
"...Just say what you want... or I'll say it for you..." The closer he drew, the more she could hear his tune. His demeanor careless as items crashed onto the checkered floor. "You're just as astray as they were but I'm sure you'll work..." It wasn't long before he towered above her, all kinds of emotions overloading her mind to comprehend.
A faint laugh escaped his lips, his composure long gone as he now looked at the miss seated. His eyes felt cold, the easygoing air around him melted like ice as he crouched down to her level, her eyes locked with his presence.
She wasn't sure at this point what she was looking at, a horror, a god or madness. Her mind no longer cared. "You're such an interesting flower. Tell me this do you fantasize about losing touch with your humanity?" Her lips parted yet no answer came.
"Clomere, a regular maid with a crazed obsession with your master... I wonder how you'll turn out." His voice mumbling as if studying an experiment before shifting the topic once more. "You mortals have mutual affections that I've always fancied seeing breaking and shattering however I've never seen through the lens myself. Maybe you can satisfy my hunger."
"So do you accept?" Clomere whose mind was on the verge of collapse snapped back. She had heard what he talked about and yet, it all felt like a hazy dream. "When will you grow tired of my voice?" Her mind screamed to give a response however none came.
'Yes I accept!' Her mind cried eliciting a smile that she had now grown to fancy. "I doubt that you can withhold my presence in such a feeble and pitiful state." The star above them grew brighter threatening to make her blind and yet it didn't. The light shone brighter as it inched closer to her stretching it's rays akin to spears impaling her entire presence.
A blissful sensation peered through her mind that reverbed through her entire body. With each fleeting second, foreign knowledge stuck was implanted onto her mind, her flesh now becoming less relevant to her. As time nonexistent ticked on, the more she realized just how much there was to the game that he played than just the world she lived in.
His perspective of the beings above the veil of mortality familiar with her, reality nothing more than a tool that she could wield at her fingertips and all. It was overwhelming that enthralled her in a stasis of calmness and serenity.
Her body a garden for concepts to exist while others withered away overrunning her mortal desires. Spreading like fungi, it felt like eternity that she was locked in such a state. Her short purple hair now swayed with purpose, her jaded eyes masking a serenity that would put horrors to ease and rot.
The wall that she couldn't climb over now prostrated itself and fractured into countless pieces. The image of the gods and their games coming to play along with the Creator of the world. It was then that she realized that he was the reason for the merging of the two worlds and then realized her.
"A distraction at the time. Unsure to make her a queen or a pawn." Without asking her answer came. "So what am I now? Your slave?" Her lips parted and her voice at ease waiting for his response. "You're what you wish me to think of you. A slave, a maid or a consort. Whatever that you wish however I don't want you to just be there if you're not going to point and laugh with me."
"Or I'll clip through you." It wasn't a warning however the new piece of information had yet to fully click with her. 'Consort? Does he really think so highly of me?' In her stupor he let out a light laugh. "What? Or do you wish to remain as my slave and nothing more?"
She fell silent, a silence that she had yet to grow accustomed to. "I wish to be more but why me? Why chose me while you have goddesses and horrors that dabble in ruin and jazz alike?" His head tilted to the side as if confirmation from within. "I guess I found you amusing. Besides do you wish for me to denounce you as my consort?"
His expression unreadable however that smile persisted. "Now come and show me as my consort what you truly are capable of..." Grabbing his hand, it was then that she realized the changes that had occured to her body.
Rather than flesh it was now spores that screamed it decay and ruin. Her body ashen with grey mycelium that glimmered echoing a warning to anyone that dared cast a glance in her direction. Her interior a complex of networks each dripping with with power capable of destroying concepts and logic.
Her eye jaded with moss that fauna that grew above reality, above planes that existed in a state of destruction and growth above them. The more she stared, her fascination grew by the second. Helping her onto the table, the two figures shone like pulsars in the void of space.
"Do you mind for a dance?" His right hand around her waist, the other locked with her hand. "Most certainly." Her voice warm and serpentine projecting a smile akin to his.