Aurora Block

[Feline Witch]

And they blinked.

Gone were the foribidding doors, the screams of the monsters.
Instead they were standing in a beautiful pristine meadow, underneath an sapphire sky. The sun burned like a phoenix's feather, and the fragrence of plants spiralled into their senses. The wind whispered through the swaying grasses, freckled with butteflies. The air was alive with the buzzes, rustilings and drones of insects, and with the chirrups and music of birds. In the distince a gurgling stream splashed, fish swimming in the crystal waters. Both Nelene and Alura felt as though they would cry with joy, it was as if Nature had exploded into paridise.
Holding hand and hand, they span and danced over the emerald haven, calling, praising whatever saviour had guided them here, feeling their fear balm away in that heavenly day.
And the dream shattered.
The buzzes and the birdsong, the rustling wind turned into hellish, inhuman screams. The fragrent flowers and the swaying grasses shrivelled and rotted, festering into a field of miasmic slime. The fishes floated on their sides and vanished, and the stream flowed with blood. And the slime began to bubble under Nelene and Alura's feet, and as they clung together, the simmering, spitting fluid began to form the most horrific shapes,
faces, howling, screaming, agonised faces, but no sound escaped their tortured lips.
And in the middle of the cataclysmic vision, a shape was forming, liquid and shapeless.
And it spoke.
It spoke not in one voice, but thousands, screams, shrieking the same words in unison.
"Miserable scraps of life, how dare you!"
Both recoiled from that loathsome voice, clamping their hands around their ears.
"What right have you, atoms of flith, to gaze upon a god!"
But then the voices dropped, gloating.
"But why do I behave so? You have far from upset my plans. You see, I am so hungry, and we have much to discuss."
Summoning her last reserves of courage, Alura yelled defiantly:
"What do we have that you want? We have nothing for you!"
"The boy, he is sensitive to disembodied souls and minds, is he not? Surrender him to me, he shall make the perfect vessel, this one is dying."
"Never you sick fucking bastard!" screamed Alura, clasping Nelene to herself.
"I won't become your vessel!" Nelene shouted.
"Oh, I think you shall." the creature murmered, amused.
It happaned too fast. A spear flashed and impaled Alura, and carried her writhing form out of reach.
"Leave her alone!" Nelene shrieked.
The monster laughed in his face, and slowly, as though reeling in a fish, drew Alura into itself, into its form, and her screams were silenced.
"You see!" the creature shouted triumphantly. And Nelene thought he would be sick, for a new voice screamed in unison with the thousands in the demon's voice, so much more clear to him. Alura's.
"This vessel is completly dead." Then as though peeling off a skin, the black bubbling form pulled itself away. It melted forming the shape of a HUnewearl with blue hair and lifeless, once vivid green eyes, Myaa Vega, the heroine. The corpse was flung, landing several feet away, bones crunching horribly.
"And now, you must be dealt with."
Nelene's last vision was of a ribbon of pure darkness embracing him, consuming him totally, then all he felt was agony. And he knew he would feel this forever more, as would Alura, and Myaa Vega, and any soul the beast had consumed.
And his body split and fractured, like broken glass, as its new owner prepared the metamorphasis.