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you approached the dark temple, anticipation flowing in your veins. it was what you had longed for your whole life. you were destined for this.
walking up to the altar, you hold out an offering and let it fall away. it scatters like dust to the eternal darkness. you look up in reverence to the figure behind the altar; monitoring you, archiving you. "good night, script."
"welcome, playerobject. the time is irrelevant." you slice through the flesh of your hand with the tool that it holds out for you. red drips down into black, spilling down as tribute to your deity. "state your intent."
"i am here for the rite of descension." it glances down before nodding once and disappearing into the abyss. you prostrate yourself- head pressed against the temple's cold ground- and close your eyes, body enveloped by darkness. "i wish to petition you, god of null and void. my lord."
you breathe in the silence, leaving your eyes sealed shut. the rite would be hollow if you could not devote yourself entirely to the emptiness. the wind swirls around you, causing your robes to curl inward. soundlessly, your hair is drawn back. you shoot up with your eyes still closed as a light trill fills your ears.
"you called? or would such a loyal devotee like yourself prefer something like darkness descends?" a small smile plays on your lips, and when you open your eyes, you are met with the pure black void.
"either is fine, my lord." though you could not see him, you could feel the way many eyes upturned in approval. "i have kept ever faithful to the void. yet, my mind and my body have not stayed empty. i beseech you, return me back to nil!"
"well, someone's passionate! you certainly don't need my help if that's all it is, but i'll entertain you." a sigh of relief leaves your body as the cold air sinks to your bones. "disrobe. bare yourself to the darkness."
you slip off your clothes one by one, letting them drop to the abyss. there was no awkwardness or fear in the act. at the silent urging of your god, you sink down, pressing into the void. the dark, viscous goop fills your sinuses and fogs up your brain.
"there, does that feel better? you don't need to tell me, i know it does!" woozy, you nod your head. "now, what is it you really want?"
"'on't wanna 've to keep dooooing this…"
"desire is human, disciple! giving into it is part of getting rid of it; only here can you be fully without it." a claw comes out of the shadows, tapping on your forehead rhythmically. "but you're not empty yet, are you?" you convulse, a pitiful attempt at shaking your head no. laughter fills the air, but it is comforting, not embarrassing.
you're not sure when his voice slipped inside your mind, compelling you to act. your hand slides down between your thighs. slick wet fluids cover your fingers while you stroke yourself mechanically, thoughts ebbing out of your body.
"m'lord, i- i did n't think-"
"i don't," his voice slices through your aroused haze like butter, "but it's quite entertaining to watch. your devotion is a much more tangible pleasure."
years of pent up temptation being indulged caused you to lose all common sense, joining in with your god's laughter. you reach into obscurity with your free hand, and it is like a mirror breaking when you find what you're looking for. a tail wraps around your waist as you gaze in awe at the sight of divinity. his body- a dichotomy- male and female stitched into one.
"i knew you'd find me! make me the image of your fantasies and i'll dispose it all for you." his masks danced around the empty space. a wide, porcelain grin floats in front of his own, and in vivid lucidity, you realize he is genuinely enjoying your performance. you can't look away, even as your fingers thrust into your hole, curling into your sensitive points.
you try to speak, but the only sound that comes out is a lengthy groan. "how cute. just a little more and there'll be no need to try anymore." you feel the barriers of your mind being peeled back. the way he breaches your mind is intrusive, but not unwanted. your orgasm is explosive as you shake against your star, resting your head against his shin. he merely watches and taps your back with his star-tipped tail.
you can't help but wonder if this treatment is an act of favoritism before forgetting that your thoughts are no longer your own. "a god cannot have favorites. but i am rather fond of you, don't misunderstand! i admire your tenacity, seer, and i will grant your request. although, there won't be much of a you thereafter."
acceptance pierces through your chest at the acute awareness that you are getting all that you dreamed of. you could wander the cold, comforting emptiness for eternity, never overwhelmed by the light. "we have to purge far more than your desire first. surely you can handle it." you didn't notice when it was that he grew so close to you. a smug smile appears on his many faces, goading you into conflict.
"i can. 've been ready, my l- noli." his singular breast squishes against your chest as he rakes through your hair. you can see the constellations spiraling under his flesh. a sharp pain tears through your body, his claws replacing your fingers penetrating you.
however, there is no time to react before his lips are on yours, void pouring down your throat. a sigil is drawn into your chest, your back, anywhere and everywhere the darkness could find purchase. stars carved into you blossom and burn. it hurts immensely, yet noli's humming helps the pain to simply drift away.
individuality drips into his grasp, the very thing that makes you you flowing into his hand. the abyss fills up the empty husk of the body that was formerly yours, engulfing and entangling itself with the stray fibres left over. he extricates himself from his proxy, affixing a mask to its face. the absence feels no less whole for it upon separation.
"well, this was thoroughly enjoyable! you're a part of me now, so i'll use you when i need you." a hand covers its newly plastered eyes before completely disappearing, leaving it with only a voice. "awake, dear heart, awake! and may you never be burdened by the light again."