Forest
CREATION, CHANGE, and ETERNITY. CREATION, CHANGE, and ETERNITY.
Can't see. Everything's wrong. Distorted. Like looking through cloudy, smudged glass.
The pages are no longer paper but screaming flesh and words of blood. Then it is a stream of particles that have perfectly arranged themselves in the shape of a book. Then it was slick shadow and hardened light that was both hotter than the stars and colder than the most distant moons. I don't understand, but I know this book is alive. And if I tear your eyes from the pages and look at the world and know that it is alive. Every object, organism, and energy down to the most elementary particle is alive. And they’re all dying.
Everything. Is. Dying.
Everything dies you twit. Death is just another aspect of life. Just as there is Anu there is the Morrigan.
Forest could taste her blood on her tongue. It had dribbled from her nose to her lip and she could feel it stinging her eyes. The flesh writhed, containing monsters within and . . . She shook her head, not willing to be part of it.
Because fuck that!
She was fighting this truth with belief. Yes a horrible truth had been unleashed, but it was something that could be reasoned with and combated with their own faith. If the poor blokes were strong enough.
This is but an introduction, but it will be enough. You can grasp some inkling of the nature of things. There is a way to things. A law that says all powers must end and all things must die. I defy this law. You must as well. You must reflect these truths. To be a protean engine that consumes and creates life. One that lasts forever. Take the book. Eat of it, and let it eat of you. Let its flesh be your sacrament.
Aloud Forest shouted, "If Lovecraft was able, he'd be suing for copyright infringement, you fannybawbag!"
The supernatuals were the easiest to snap out of the "truth" with the physic equivalent of a bitch slap from Forest. She reminded them what they were, what they had been, and to appeal to their massive egos (immortals did tend to have inflated egos). Sadly, they hadn't helped with the damage control, but she hadn't expected them to.
Somehow, thank the Morrigan, she got the crowd to stop trampling each other before she called EMS and the local law enforcement.
Dizzy, she sat down on a bench and began to wipe the blood from her face while her head screamed at her in protest.