Inside Eleanor's House
Magic, strange, powerful, oh so powerful. Something that could dig, search and burrow into other dimensions. To take something, anything, or anyone from the old world and bring it to her knees, bind it, feed off it. Whatever she wished, it honestly wasn't necessary. It was already here all along. Well, was.
But as it were, luck was on her side. Perhaps some of the components she had gathered, or her natural affinities. Or perhaps, one of the specimens she had gathered for her tastings. In the end of the day, it didn't really matter. The spell was cast, and the energies beyond mortal understanding were already at play.
The shadows in the room twisted. First subtly, then in strange, terrifying ways. Whatever candle was in the room flared up with sickly colors, for a second threatening to burn the entire house down.
The void of loss, the void of death, the void of the unknown. So much to hunger, so much to feed on. Humans are creatures of greed, much like that man they would sooner drown from the cup they drink from than suffer thirst. So draw into the void. Further, and further, until the void is all there is to it.
And as much as her craft reached into the abyss, the abyss reached back.
A monster, with ivory skin and baleful eyes of thunder charged with holy abandon. The clouds twisted, the heavens shook, and no matter how far his flames carried him, no matter how much his wings flapped, it was all for naught. Beams pierced his body one after the other, causing the black tar that connected his tissue and muscles to burst and dissolve, and his body to shatter once and for all. As the beam smashed his eyes, the light blinded him.
In his last moment, all he could see was that same damnable woman, with her sickening expression. And yet, tears streamed down his face, for no reason at all. Hand held out in pure shock before the final beam, he could but cry out one final word.
"Wait!"
The black hole responded to her call, and the dimensional fissure brought severed flesh and bone, an unrecognizable humanoid shape threading between human and beast. The shock was immense, his incomplete body malformed to the point he just bled out on the chair readied out for him without any skin to keep him protected from the air. And yet... he felt none of it.
His widened eyes suddenly narrowed in disbelief. The last thing he remembered... argh. Damn, no. He could hardly...think straight.... right, yes... he was in that place, doing....
Ah. Yes, right. He slowly readjusted to reality, struggling but stabilizing while the lost blood flowed right back where it came from. How strange, why was he in a house now? Hell looked different from this, that he was certain.
Clutching his face, he turned his eye, or at least one of the many, to look at the presence he noticed in the room. A...girl? What the?
"I don't suppose you're the undertaker, are you?" He asked her, part casually part curiously and part annoyingly. Yet all three of these were equally wrong.
