Labyrinth - The True Universe

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Labyrinth was turning upside down, or at least that was Sel's impression of how the place reacted to Morbidia's sudden transformation. Strange sounds echoed across the plane, which somehow felt as if they belonged to birds and rustling trees, yet they were something else entirely. A faint fragment of a memory echoed across the skies of this strange place, but then dispersed into nothingness as the woman in front of him fought with an unseen enemy. He did not know how to interpret the reactions of Labyrinth to her moves, nor her actions, as they did not seem to be targeted at him. He had assumed that Morbidia wanted to kill him, but instead, she just started to cough, muttering a cryptic message that Sel did not understand at all, except that it told him that he would die here.

"As if!" said Noket, strengthening the grip on his knife. "Labyrinth is my slave and not the other way around, as it has no power over me, yet I know of Labyrinth," he explained to no one in particular, asserting his dominance. "If you want to kill me, you will have to kill Labyrinth first. And if Labyrinth wants to kill me, then Labyrinth has to kill itself first. But not before I kill the eleven eyes," he said as he made a step backwards, unaware of the eyes that watched his mortal frame. While Labyrinth could not understand humans or their worlds, the place was becoming surer and surer by the second that these two did not belong to its realm, for they communicated in ways that it did not understand. Every single word that was said by them, every single one of their moves told Labyrinth that these creatures were never meant to be here.

So Labyrinth did what it always did best. From the ceiling, or depending on one's perspective, the walls or the floor, emerged blood white, unblinking eyes which were visible even to human eyes. They fixated their stares on Morbidia and Sel, trying to translate the visual information into something that could be comprehended by Labyrinth even at the cost of their own incomprehensible nature. For the sake of their mother and father, they became something that they were never supposed to be so they could help them exile these intruders from here. Meanwhile, somewhere along the corridors, an ancient beast of Labyrinth woke up, opening its seven-in-four eyes as the scent of Morbidia finally reached it.

But the humans could only see the blood red eyes opening everywhere around them, staring at them with irisless and apertureless gazes, with all the terror that meant.
 
Morbidia stared at the spot of blood which bloomed upon her ghostly hand, the corsage of congealed cruor which seemed to dance upon the breeze, unaccompanied by physical grasp. Using the tip of her right forefinger to lightly spread it across the length of her left hand, the crude crimson paint now seemed to make it more tangible to the material plane.

"Oh Mommy...how nice that you've come to visit us..." The disembodied voice of an elder male child seemed to scratch the surface of her memory, making more of a painful laceration until she realized that this was the voice of her son, Dire. "What was to be of my monicker? An ominous fortelling of the night I took my final breath, earthen soil filling my nostrils?" One of twelve from long ago seemed to manefest from the very hatred they felt for their forebearer, the emotions that reverberated deep within the very ground their bones had dwelt. He was garbed in what seemed attire too antinque for the modern age Morbidia resided, drab browns which were tattered and worm eaten. "Do you like what we've done with the place? It makes for a better playground for the young ones." He smiled a self satisfied sort of way, slowly stepping toward her. The target of their collective animosity moved back, her blood cloaked hand stretching before her bosom in a halting motion.

The earth birthed us anew, invoked of our own will..of our hatred." Morbidia's brow rose, a perlexed look melting away the stark horror which had overtook her features only moments ago. "You've tried to give us away to other families...but they didn't want us either, and for this grievious act of inhumanity they shall pay, but first we shall contend with the one whom had forged our existance in flesh and bone." She continued to shrink back as the entity became more hostile in his threats, even though the walls seemed to close in around her.

The very vehicle which allowed the entities to thrive in the temporal plane spoke in a gutteral tone, her gave never wavering from the blade which threatened her. "Labyrinth, a place to rue, in our likeness it shall be built anew." A surge of raw power had coursed though the withered veins of the woman, and her left hand snaked outward toward Noket, and froze, as she was in contemplation.
 
As Labyrinth just observed, or rather, was informed by the countless sightless eyes, both of the creatures that were within Labyrinth were capable of influencing Labyrinth. What else could be the explanation for the way souls seemed to stir in a plane that they should have never existed in? What else could be the explanation for something human, for something understandable to have entered Labyrinth, not to mention the fact that even more seemed to follow these two? It was good that the beast which had seven-in-four eyes had awakened inside Labyrinth, for it was something that these souls could not comprehend, thus it was something that Labyrinth could understand, thus it was something that Labyrinth could order. And now that Labyrinth realised the nature of these souls, it knew that the only option was to drive them out of itself lest they unravel the very core of its own essence, making him understandable.

To the two souls who were trapped inside the insanity of this place, only a faint breeze told of the decision of Labyrinth, however, for the other inhabitants of this realm, it was a tidal wave which could not be ignored. Slowly but surely, invisible senses, because there was no other word for the insanity that these creatures used to percieve the world around them, gathered around the two humans, watching with interest as something that they did not understand was affecting Morbidia. Noket Sel Algelz was also confused by the sight: Morbidia seemed to be retreating from something, as if she was afraid of an unseen enemy, while in reality, she was only fleeing from his knife. His sane self had already realised that, however, his insane self rationalised the retreat as if Morbidia was talking to Labyrinth and fleeing from it.

"So you can talk to Labyrinth," said Sel as he put his knife back in its place, unaware of the effect that he had on Morbidia. "Do not be afraid of this place. It is only the scum of the universe concentrated in one point," said Sel, offering his own interpretation of just what Labyrinth was. Fortunately for him, the ever-watchful eyes of Labyrinth could not translate this sentence for their mother and father, or else Labyrinth would have killed him right then and there. "You have an ability that is useful. But I do not want to change Labyrinth. I want to know what Labyrinth really is and what secrets it holds, for Labyrinth is the key to what we do not understand."

"So if you want to change that," continued Sel threateningly. "Then you are my enemy. You are one of those fools who wants to destroy the key to understanding everything. And I cannot allow those fools to exist," said the historian, not even noticing as the beast with seven-in-four eyes slowly crept up to them, its visage hidden by Labyrinth.
 
Then Mortifer Malum Morthel announced his arrival in a very conspicuous manner, blighting the body his spirit thrived within. Morbidia's flesh turned black as the necrosis contained inside of her had begun to consume her life essence, large sheets of skin sloughing off of the bones it previously clung to. Her portrait perfect stature took on a grisly appearance, her teeth subject to rot and slivering, her form as a whole becoming something borne of nightmares.

"Upon your knees, you should pray, death certainly does not delay. All of your measly attempts to take a life ...only creates within her -scorn,- Hell hath no fury of the mother born." The words were woven upon his wriggling, toxic tongue, as Morbidia's skeletal limbs shot out toward him, as if to draw Noket near. The flowers which had been thus far a loathsome adornment that was sown of her flesh, came to life with great, snapping maws. Morbidia's phantom essence had been stained of the sanguine juices which coursed through a living body, and she thought of how she could utilize this to benefit her. She realized that her physical body was being ravaged by the will of her own children, and if it were to succumb to death, her spirit would ever roam this place, having nothing left to return to.

Suddenly, a fissure tore open the unfurling blackness above her, blood raining down as if from a gaping wound. Did the Divines cause such a phenomena to somehow cleanse her of the guilt that weighed upon her heart for so long? Was this supernatural event occurring so that she may be bathed in the the ruddy tears of the ethereal beings? She knelt upon the moistened earth, her knees slightly sinking as she bowed her head. Soon her ghostly countenance was upturned to the storming skies, and was imbued of the gooey substance. She could somehow use this gift bestowed upon her from the heavens to breech the temporal plane, and save Noket from the impetuous progeny which sought his destruction.

"Words conjured by thought and whim, voiced by the nefarious heir birthed of a mewling quim. Vocal chords strummed to add but her own pitch, as I speak for this murdering witch. Labyrinth, the world...and I at the helm, I shall control all within this realm." Her spirit overwhelmed by the reverberence of the words that shook the vast landscape of space and time, Morbidia fell to her knees. Her own flesh and blood seemed to ressurrect from memories old and distant, seemed to gain new life fueled by each breath she took, by their own desire of vengeance. They were borne again of Labyrinth's power, the very universe birthed them anew of the earth their bones rotted. Soon, Noket would have to contend against a wholly unpredictable foe, one which would use her form to wrought destruction.
 
For some reason, the woman in front of the historian started to rot away, as if she was being eaten by Labyrinth, but the process stopped sooner than it could have consumed Morbidia. However, after she said words which Sel did not really understand despite their human nature, the woman started changing, for there was no other way to describe what she went through. The flowers in her hands became great, all-consuming serpents with great jaw, reminding the historian of the beast which was only a death short of perfection, the beast which was an endless dream that would never let go of those whom it possessed. It was certainly not the beast itself though, so Sel was not afraid of it, even though he really should have been. He could not see Labyrinth's part in these events, even as blood rained from the skies and Morbidia kneeled.

"Control." An alien voice which was seven-in-four echoed across Labyrinth, sending shivers down Sel's spine just because it existed. "Humans. Do. Not. Know. Master. Master. Is. Not. To. Be. Controlled. Master. Is. Infinite. In. Their. Existence," echoed the voice which belonged to the beast of Labyrinth, the seven point star made out of four straight lines, the eleven-eyed beast which watched these two with the unblinking stare of a pair of blood red apertures. Not like that the humans could see the monster, for it was still hidden in the non-existant shadows of Labyrinth, however, the instant it made its presence known, pure dread filled the air. Terror ravaged every corner of Labyrinth, terror which gripped the heart of Sel as easily as if it was but a mouse waiting to be crushed by a hand of absolute fear.

The sensation made Sel gasp and collapse, as his body was not used to experiencing such things. His insanity fled from his mind for several seconds, allowing his sane self to see the threat which Morbidia represented, and start scurrying away from the continously changing woman. Unfortunately for him, though, his movements were too franctic, so he only ended up tripping in his own feet, as if he had not tied his shoelaces.

"Please," said the temporarily sane Noket Sel Algelz. "Do not kill me. I know about Labyrinth. I can lead you out of here, back to your own place! Please!" begged the human, who seemed more fragile than an ice crystal right now. Indeed, without his delusions, the historian was but an old man who loved to study the past, an old man who wanted nothing more than to share his theories with the world, especially his theories about this strange place. His sane self had never intended to come here, only to examine it from a distance, but before he could do anything, his mind started to become corrupted, turning him into the mess he was now.

"Escape. Will. Not. Be. Allowed," echoed the voice of the seven-in-four again, filling the air with waves of fear, nausea and disgust.
 
Dire Morthel's spiteful cachinations caused the very landscape of the ancient Necropolis to revolt. Nature itself surrendered to the power of his contempt, laughter laced with maladictions painted her world in lurid hues, the very earth she stood upon tore open in a great chasm as it had begun to devour itself. If she were to stay she would become lost forever! She could sense trouble brewing on the outside, the world Sel occupied had begun to rebel to Mortifer's goading. Morbidia sought to help this individual, her neutral personality conjuring no such plots for his demise. Would the congealing blood act as skin, to shield her spirit so she could cross the threshold into his world?

Would Dire allow her? If she were to succeed in this challenge, what of Mortifer? What sort of combat would ensue? Morbidia would protect Sel the best she could, but how can a soul contend with its own body, a body strengthened by the emotions of the entities it was enthralled? Her spirit was forged of blood, her body flesh and bone. It was now or never. Soon Dire was to rend her existence obsolete, and cast her into the void. She began to break stride, feet striking soil as swiftly as the clotted blood could harden. Morbidia would throw herself against the barrier, leaving a sticky outlining of her shape.

She would offer a hand to the felled man, simultaneously her head turning slowly in the direction of her dilapidated form. She couldn't tear her gaze away. Looking upon her decaying countenence, it was as if she were newly exhumed from her earthen sleep, what matter had made a living anatomy was reduced to that of a corpse. Morbidia never suffered from Vanity, and even the dreadful structure before her didn't inspire such thoughts. Sel. Her head whipped about,a transparent gaze looking him over. He didn't seem injured upon her inspection. Labyrinth had spoken to him, to Mortifer. Escape was futile.

Was it really? Were their lives to end in this damnation, where Sel's aspirations were to perish as he took his last breath? She wouldn't believe it. First she would have to conquer the evil force which sought her own elimination, and then she would team up with Sel to destroy whatever else hindered him.
 
The beast which was seven-in-four watched the events unfold with indifference, as if nothing mattered to it, even though Labyrinth seemed to be at stake. Then again, how could something which was such a paradoxical existence be at stake? If Labyrinth changed, it would merely remain the same. If Labyrinth remained the same, then it would just change. In the end, nothing mattered, for Labyrinth would always be Labyrinth, nothing more and nothing else. Therefore, the beast could only watch without emotion, even if it was told by Labyrinth that it should eliminate these two because they endangered the existence of its mother and father, the only parent it could ever have. If anything, the beast felt confusion as these humans continued to talk, refusing to fall to the blood white insanity of Labyrinth.

The man, however, seemed to be affected as he tried to retreat from the reality which bent around Morbidia. He was constantly begging for his life as far as the beast could understand, but the other human was not answering him. Perhaps it was because of the divide between their two perspectives, the barriers which Labyrinth's different interpretations put in between them, barriers which served this place well throughout the momentary aeons it existed for. Or did Labyrinth only exist for a brief moment which seemed like aeons? The beast did not know, but he could see that Morbidia was trying to cross through the barriers of Labyrinth, and that, it could not allow. With a simple, yet impossible complicated movement that was not even a movement, the beast wedged itself between Morbidia and Sel both physically and metaphorically, its seven-in-four form screaming impossibilities at them every passing moment.

"That. Will. Not. Be. Allowed," said the seven-in-four, locking its infinite, yet two eyes on the two humans. Much to the surprise of the abomination, though, the man seemed no longer to be afraid of him, because he had been claimed by his insanity once more, the beast which was seven-in-four reminding himself of the monster he met during his childhood all too closely.

"So there you are, beast," said Sel as he stared straight into the non-existant eyes of the seven-in-four. "You do know that you just committed suicide, right?" asked Sel as he grinned, an insane smile spreading across his face.
"I. Am. Therefore. I. Always. Am," replied the seven-in-four, to which Sel just started drawing symbols in the air, warping the reality of Labyrinth around himself by using symbols which Labyrinth responded to. Surely, if he was to do that, the seven-in-four would just flee from his power as it realised that it could not end his life, however, it would take time for the message to reach the abomination.
 
Mortifer continued to wreak ruination upon his forebearer's withered form, as his mother's spirit could only watch it occur. Even though the ghost merely haunted the coagulated substance which could mock flesh, it had not the power to stand up against the evil influence of her children, or to the unfathomable potential of Labyrinth itself. She could merely attempt to shield Sel from harm, unless somehow this peculiar universe would gain premonitions of thoughts and actions that haven't yet taken place to thwart her advances at every turn. Why was Sel so obsessed with inheriting the knowledge of a world which seemed to stop at naught to keep its secrets undiscovered? How did he end up here in the first place? Could it have been by an elaborate incantation, or possessing such an artifact as to bring him to this calamitous nexus?

She had theories of her how her own presence was stolen from the wrinkle in time she resided, both living and dead amid the traffick which seemed to revolve about the heart of townsquare. She'd not become one step closer to re-inacting the events since her blood became thick and frozen with death, for none had ever 'adopted' her Skullflowers for their own. They were but gruesome, foul-smelling flora anyway, manifestations of the children whom had perished by her own hand.

She enriched the earth with not one, but twelve human sacrifices, soil tilled by the persistence of a mind made maniacal because of the sufferings she witnessed, a land wrought with the ravages of poverty and plague. Nature would become more blighted as each life was spent, people felled to starvation, unsanitary conditions and disease, their mottled husks inhumed deep within dirt which couldn't cleanse itself of the bacterias running rampant upon its crust. Morbidia had taken fault for her own misdeeds, actions inspired by fear and perhaps misplaced heroism. She paid her debt with her life, thus perhaps incurring the wrath of some unearthly being. But did Sel have to suffer for some trespass he committed, was that it? "I wanted not harm nor sickness to bestain, which riddled the peoples of my domain... a world overrun with malignant veins..." This made a hissing sound erupt from her own vessel, as her words only angered Mortifer more.

"How did it -feel- to extinguish our lives?" Inquired that of a female, her question not consisting of cryptic words and their true meanings disguised in a lyrical phrasings. Morbidia's own skeletal hand rose as if to deliver a smite upon the bloodied being which had somehow escaped the realm it was imprisoned. Their individual discourse was only interrupted by the voices of Sel and Labyrinth, the grim words of the latter seemed to shower mother and daughter in a strange silence. "I. Am. Therefore. I. Always. Am."
 
At the gestures performed by Sel, Labyrinth could only yawn along with the beast which was seven-in-four, because Labyrinth never was a constant, not to mention that it could only be influenced in certain moods, or in certain moments. The moment right now was definitely not one in which Labyrinth's whims would allow Labyrinth to be altered by a human hand, and as such, the symbols drawn into the air crystallised into deadly, razor-sharp blades, then launched themselves towards both humans. Naturally, not even the historian's insane self could hope to react to something on such a short notice, so as such, the knives made out of nothingness embedded themselves in his flesh, after which they changed their course mid-air so they could literally nail him to the wall on the left.

Sel grunted in pain, to which the abomination which was seven-in-four could only offer a grin that did not really exist, yet it warped human perception with its existence.
"You. Two. Will. End," said the creature, then it turned one of its heads towards Morbidia so he could inspect her. "Even. Those. Encased. In. One. Shell. Tormenting. The. Shell. Will. Not. Bring. Salvation," said the creature, referring to the spirits which seemed to possess Morbidia one after the other. It really did not not understand why there was a need for such fury if it was so futile in the end. After all, everything would be washed away by Entropy in the end, perhaps even Labyrinth. That was the cold truth which gripped the universe, the cold truth which governed every single life which existed, exists and will ever exist. Only outside the bounds of time would be one safe from the inevitable that was Entropy, but was Labyrinth outside of time? The answer to that, only Labyrinth knew.

The man could only look in horror at the visage of the unfamiliar thing, if what the seven-in-four displayed to him could even be called a visage. Seven eyes arranged into a four-point star stared at him unblinkingly, their blood white irises stabbing into Sel's very soul. Behind those eyes lurked a head which could only be described as a skull modelled after a bear trap, yet even though it resembled such a human concept, it was simply impossible to describe properly. It was all shapes at once: a sphere, a cube, a hypercube, a spike, an ellipsoid, a triangle, a line, a point, an abstract piece of art... With each and every passing second, its shape seemed different, but it was still the same. It was unthinkable to even try and depict it as if it belonged to the physical world, however, it was so familiar somehow. Perhaps the beast which was seven-in-four reached into the primal subconscious and influenced Sel so that it could petrify him with a mere blink, but it was more likely that the abomination was just like this. After all, no servant of Labyrinth would waste effort on humans.

"You... What are you?" asked Sel as he stared at the strange creature in horror.
"You. Have. No. Terms," said the beast, his words becoming knives of absolute fear and annihilation, driving themselves into the flesh of the historian without any resistance. "You. Have. No. Understanding. Despite. Your. Knowledge. You. Can. Never. Hope. To. Achieve. Understanding. You. Are. Already. In. The. Grip. Of. Labyrinth," said the abomination as it opened its jaws, even though not one of its muscles moved.
 
Morbidia's hand, a shell of hardened blood about her ectoplasmic matter, shot out toward the clothing the body which towered threateningly before her. Labyrinth sought to cause them pain, both physical and mental it seemed. She thought to use her body to take the attack, but the child which now controlled it seemed to gain knowledge to her plan. "Do you really think I'd be easily thwarted?" Melantha Melancholy laughed, a bubbling of boiling blood rising from Morbidia's own throat. "We lend our power to Labyrinth. The souls you've condemned to unrest. We submit to Labyrinth and its will. For this we have gained power, and we live eternal. We have not been stricken from the pages of existance, even though our bodies lie in the earth you've buried us. Although... this world isin't big enough for us. We shall continue to feed off of the essence of Labyrinth, and break through to the world we knew before death."

Perhaps they meant to use Morbidia's vessel for this, to become a physical speck in that world, and wrought the people with terrible atrocities. Using the strength of her flesh and blood, they would wreak destruction upon those which shunned them. Her spirit would be cast out evermore into the exile of the chaos of Labyrinth, yet her children would thrive within her. Morbidia's gaze upon the agaonized man would reflect her failures to geniunely lend assistance to him, she failed to protect him. Both Labyrinth and the malevolent beings which stirred within her seemed to be forces of which one could not reckon with. The female adding her own chorus of words to the chants of the beast, it seemed as if language itself would be her undoing. She thought of her days as a Bard, the peculiar woman taking refuge with the likes of thieves and others undesired by society. Alouette was among the worst of them, a woman rife with greed and envy. She was touched by the goddess Atone, but no such goddess seemed to forgive Morbidia for her own grievances. Why was she restored from the depths of despair, saved from a death she had embraced so willingly? Her drowned body was delivered from the turbulent sea, and organs begun to function. Soon her fingers and toes would spasm with life, and she would rise. Part of her would remain beneath the calamitous waves, interred in water unlike the earthen beds her children slumbered. She was given breath and voice even though her blood lie still in her veins. Perhaps this sort of immortality was bestowed upon her as penance to the Gods, as a testimony to the misdeeds that would shackle her in torment.

Even now as her mortal shell succumbed to various stages of dilapidation, it did not fall, no matter how much of a toll it took on her anatomy. She would transcend all that would have a negative effect on such a vessel, even if it would cause irrepairable damage. What could destroy Labyrinth, an entity forged of what seemed to be roiling hate? She knew Noket would be more knowlegeable than she, but it appeared that Labyrinth sensed such and drew power from the world it governed. Labyrinth's main goal at this time was to remove him , as to leave her to contend with it herself. She didn't stand a chance alone, Noket had studied Labyrinth in many books. Morbidia was completely unknowing, for she never heard of gaining access to other realms. She was simply a Bard, spouting peculiar lyrics to all whom possessed an ear to hear her.
 
Sel could only stare at the happenings before him. No matter how hard he thought, he simply could not understand how the body of Morbidia could still move despite having suffered so many injuries, and the seven-in-four before him, he did not even attempt to understand. He could only hear that Morbidia was speaking nonsense, talking as if she was multiple beings at once, using plurals to describe herself. He did not see the actions of the spirits in her body, nor he could ever hope to see them if Labyrinth's will was to be executed, for Labyrinth would not allow Labyrinth to be compensated by humans who could not understand the magnificence of Labyrinth. It was an unspoken rule, and the beast which was seven-in-four knew of it, so he set out to eliminate the humans.

Without a word, the seven-in-four opened all of its mouths, which stood alone even though they numbered in the hundred thousands, stretching its non-existent jaws wider than it should have been possible, yet at the same time, it was closing them with a force which could shatter realities. The paradoxical motion sent Sel into another rage of insanity, so he tore himself free from the knives that pinned him against the wall, uncaring of the damage to his body. His mind was not intact, not even as intact as it was when he entered Labyrinth, because he just witnessed something that no sapient being was ever meant to see. It was worse given that he had a natural desire to understand Labyrinth, so instead of just witnessing the appearance of the seven-in-four beast, he also witnessed a part of its essence, which seeped into his mind, inducing even further insanity.

With great zeal, Sel lunged at the strange beast, attempting to hit its flesh with his hands, but the seven-in-four was no longer there even though it was always there, and it will always be there. It simply dodged without moving, evaded the fists of the historian without having to leave its place or move its jaws. Unfortunately for it, its jaws were not as strange as its flesh, so they missed their mark when Sel jumped out of their way, biting into the fabric of Labyrinth instead. A fountain of blood white, clear water started to flow from the place they had bitten into, its strange texture telling Morbidia and Sel that it was not natural. The fact that it seemed to eat the reality which surrounded them also supported this fact.

"I will kill you, seven-in-four!" shouted Sel as he saw a glimpse of the strange beast's true concept and learned its name.
"No. If. I. Die. You. Are. Killed," said the seven-in-four mercilessly, staring at the man with its non-existant eyes. Why were humans always so intent on surviving, even when they were confronted by Entropy itself?
 
Before Melantha could continue, she was interrupted by the ramblings of what seemed a man afflicted with mind curdling disease, which caused for this poor soul to act in such an irrational manner that incur nothing but Labyrinth's roiling wrath. The man's perforated form wept blood but still he seemed to muster great strength in the face of his formidible foe. It was truly a sight for her to behold. A grasp of the sinewy muscles of Morbidia's neck, it violently jerked in direction of Sel, in time to watch his acrobatics as he lunged for what was coined 'Labyrinth.'

Teeth gnashing, Sel seemed to be as much in conflict with his own enfeebled body as much as he was with the realm itself. Morbidia's spirit could only look on as she observed her body in torsion, upper half askew from the lower portion which seemed rigidly planted in place. "Melantha, my most melancholy flower, thriving in a field all alone, to some...this hand in life would grant inner power...but you're simply withered flesh upon brittle bones. You've allowed for your tears to become sour, to sear the soul it should heal, and you'll shall dance upon a zephyr upon a world of which you're no longer real." The ghostly words reverberated in the walls of the body's diseased mind, which forced a transformation of emotions to display upon its features.

First she was surprised, then seemed thoroughly confused. Those were replaced by a more rapidly shifting series of skeptical, sad, then angry. Finally, Melantha settled on reflecting a grim look upon the world. "Oh, Mother.. you were always such a flatterer." A strange, broadening smile suddenly seemed to stretch the lips uncomfortably, but was gone in an instant. "Don't you realize that you shouldn't pay insult to those whom now own your body? We could make a mess of it, worse then the state it is in now. It could be reduced to utter shambles, Mommy Dearest. We could destroy this insignificant speck of a man that for whatever reason you're trying to save. We could crush him underfoot like the pest he is." She hissed, turning her attention back to Sel. "I wonder, how he'd fare with the sort of insantity we could inflict on his fragile mind?" She cast a glare at his back, dark laughter rolling off of the borrowed tongue.

Morbidia's thoughts of herself and her evil offspring ceased that moment. "Only one, the twelve shall contend, a worthy martyr for a friend." Melantha rose a forefinger to quell the responses of her mother. "Silence! You tire us, Mother. Why would one be satisfactory, when we could have two for the same efforts?" Morbidia's arm shot out, as if Melantha sought to bludgeon Sel. A dainty fist forged of curling fingers, although weilded by one of inhuman strength, would connect with the man's left temple if successfully timed.
 
If Labyrinth had emotions, the one which would dominate Labyrinth right now would be infinitely bored. No longer were the mortals inside Labyrinth a concern, because they proved to be unable to handle themselves in the environment Labyrinth presented to them. The fact that the spirits possessing Morbidia's body ignored the seven-in-four in front of them and the insane historian was attacking it proved to Labyrinth that they were just lost, not actual threats that needed to be eliminated. As such, Labyrinth conveyed a message to the seven-in-four to withdraw, because there was no need for such a creature to concern itself with such small beings. Similarly, the ever-watchful eyes that gave up their nature in order to try and understand the two in front of them retreated into the abyss, weeping at the fact that they had lost so much for gaining so little. Humans were so fragile after all, and so... strange.

When the seven-in-four left, Labyrinth rippled, twisting the strike of Morbidia's body away from Sel, guiding it into an endless abyss that suddenly sprung into existence as Labyrinth changed from the maze it was once before into a moat that separated the historian and Morbidia. Or was that just how the mortal senses interpreted the changes in Labyrinth? That did not matter, but now there was a black abyss wedged between the historian and Morbidia, abyss which seemed to suck everything in, warping even the air around it. Not even words could cross it, for even light was not strong enough to break its grip which could be used to crush universes.

Naturally, the change did not sit well with Sel, especially seeing as he was standing on the edge of the abyss right now, and in his panic of trying to escape his predicament, he ended up slipping, only grabbing the side of the cliff with one hand. Not that such a thing helped against the immense pulling force of the darkness below him, the alien rules of Labyrinth eating away at his very soul. Even the spirits would feel such an uncaring, devastating malice as it tore the world into shreds around them, attempting to devour everything that interacted with it. Surely, in face of such a strange thing that cared only for its own existence, even the spirits would recognise that Labyrinth cared not if they lived or died.
 
Morbidia thought to the days she was heavily pregnant with the triplets Mortifer Malum, Melantha Melancholy, and Dire. They seemed an inseparable trio in spirit, because two were in body as well. Suffering a more mild form of the birth defect, the flesh was fused in such a way to connect Mortifer and Dire to one another, as so they would transcend the boundries of invading the space of their sibling. Several years would pass uninterrupted by the even the slightest possibility of releasing these individual beings from the shackles of skin and bone which bound Mortifer's right arm to Dire's left, and Morbidia felt their sadness in the ryhthmic drumming of their hearts.

She recalled the complications it posed to the pregnancy itself, her bed was but a prison for the last month of gestation. The midwife had naught the knowledge at her disposal to deal with such a strange phenomena, every stroke of the pendulum seemed to toll nearer to the young woman's death. The hour of birth seemed forever away, Morbidia's hand reaching out into the shadowy depths of the room as to pull to herself the children she may never gaze upon, never hold. The candlelight flickered as the wind would find a way through the cracks in the walls, but it never fully extinguished because if it had, superstition claimed that the light of one's soul would die. The dancing flame also kept the hungry spirits at bay, the blessed, burning teardrop fended them off toward the outer reaches of the room.

Morbidia's onyx eyes mirrored the scintillating hues of red, yellow and orange as she gazed in that direction, the crows perched on the windowsill posed a trinal threat to her as was spoken of in omens. Their beady, black eyes too, reflected the glow of the candlelight, as they seemed to forego everything to keep vigil. "Harbingers of doom, these blighted birds!" The squat woman cried as she wove her arms in such a manner as to drive them away. The carrion birds took flight in a great featherfall of black, but would always resume their perch at a later time. The bothersome brood found their way back to her nightly until the midwife scattered poisoned vittles about the area, which resulted in an almost comical display of greedy beaks and flapping wings. Would they end up killing one another before even tasting the tainted meat?

Morbidia announced the coming arrival of her children in a scream which seemed to echo out into the stillness of the dark forest, the light of a waning moon filtered through the dense treetops. As the woman drew the candlelight near, the beads of perspiration which lingered on the face of the agonized female resembled drops of blood sprouting up from the pores.It too, appeared foreboding to a mind wracked with superstitions, and the woman stumbled backward, simultaneously relinquishing the grasp of the metallic holder which supported the waxy votive. A sharp gasp cut through the momentary shroud of pitch the room was cast, and the sound of praying was drowned out by the roaring flames. Soon Rolyph would enter with pails of water, attempting to douse the lapping tongues which sought to singe the wood and reduce it to cinders.

The infant Melantha almost perished as she was born with the umbilical cord tangled about her neck like a noose, stifling any attempts to suck in oxygen. The bloody material was removed and waves of relief washed over the mother as all appeared fine with her newborn daughter, but time would tell a conflicting story. The brothers came next, fused together freakishly. Melantha's voice was never heard as she aged, and the practicing physician of that time labled her a mute. "...The child may have suffered an injury to the mechanisms which produce voice." He offered, disregarding a sympathetic tone for the ramblings of science. "...Furthermore, I would like to study the brothers Dire and Mortifer. They are fascinating, and could advance my knowledge in defected children. Would you agree to my purchasing of them?"

Morbidia and Rolyph would decline emphatically. Some years passed as Melantha continued to recluse herself into a world of her own design, until a day came where the her siblings were being shunned from a popular eatery. "Away with thee! The folks around here can't stand the sight of ye!" She would push past the two, to stand amidst the gaggle of hens clacking on about their duties as housewives, and the beer-bellied men. Her gaze fixated upon the Bartender, her eyes black as coal seemed to hunger for his pain.

"I am Melantha Misery." She rasped, a cold wind forcing its way under the door as to settle about her. "Upon the countenance woe adorn, tears of blood from one forlorn. I look upon the ravages of myself misery taken, could it be true that I am forsaken?" Morbidia verbalized, in a tone as dead as all hope seemed to be. Now, as the roiling chaos seemed to divide them, Morbidia's damaged form was caught in a violent upheaval, limbs flailing about as she sought to grasp onto something to escape the chasm which opened directly below her. She couldn't help but to gaze into the abyssal depths, a sea of black threatening to comsume the body and its inhabitants.

Melantha let out a mangled scream of frustration and surprise, as she thought she sought the same goal as Labyrinth. She, like the other children overtaken by emnity for Morbidia, worshipped Labyrinth as a God. They lent their remains to this all too powerful force, these disgruntled spirits which wanted revenge. "You will pay for this!" Her shrill voice tore through the layer of black that separated her and Sel, frozen cruor boiling with the thoughts of how to retailiate for this indignation. Why would Labyrinth wish to destroy the ones that idolized it?

Meanwhile, Morbidia's severed spirit looked on with sheer horror, her thoughts jumping from Sel, to Labyrinth and then the body she was cast out from. She could attempt to save the historian, whilst her vessel was suspended in an unwilling levitation over what seemed the great, devouring maw of the Underworld. It could cost her everything, but would she be willing to pay the price for this man? Morbidia searched the hemispheres of her brain, long marred by death and a hasty ressurrection. She was already lost to the world, a senseless creature dwelling in a realm she didn't seem to belong. She seemed to be exiled from the very heavens her soul had soared, the Gods didn't seem to want her either. What should she do? After some contemplation amid the pandemonium, her answer coursed through her spectral form with clarity.

"Within the child, hatred was born. For this child, the heavens weep, and I shall mourn. Withered the melancholy of flowers, suffer now, your final hours. One of twelve, shall be excised, as long ago, you've lost your one true prize." Morbidia's voice was laced with sadness, but the forefinger of her right hand rose in a point to her body. Suddenly, something within it began to pulsate, her body evulsing atop the bed of air it lay upon. "You cannot destroy me. I've dug my claws into this body and I will not go! I've such plans for you, Mother!"
 
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Labyrinth cared not about the humans who followed it, or the spirits of humans that tried to comprehend just how Labyrinth was, because Labyrinth viewed them as nothing more than mere specks of dust, annoyances that were not even worthy of mention. Indeed, even if people poured all of their faith into this strange place, or rather, strange concept, their prayers would never reach Labyrinth as human words were just as beyond the comprehension of Labyrinth as the words of Labyrinth were beyond the comprehension of mortals and immortals who did not embrace that which could not be embraced. Of course, Laybrinth had agents in many worlds across the infinite universes, people and creatures who could understand the language of the sapient beings who lived in these worlds, however, Labyrinth would never descend to the level of humans. The servants under Labyrinth may have retained enough of their humanity that they could form and understand worlds, that they could vaguely understand how regular eyes saw the world, but they too ignored the worship of humans.

It was not a surprise, considering this, that Labyrinth cared not for the fate of the souls bound to the body of Morbidia, the deep abyss beneath them opening its metaphorical jaw so it could swallow them whole, only to spit them out shattered and broken, their souls stripped of essence and their minds flayed beyond recognition. If they were lucky, they could perhaps experience change, become a servant of Labyrinth, one whom the strange concept empathised with, but that was very unlikely. Or at least it was very unlikely in the current whim of Labyrinth, as the simply twisted existence wished to see limitless suffering, agony which it could interpret and turn into twisted fairy tales spun across thousands of worlds, agony which could be interpreted by all sapient species across the entire universe. Therefore, the abyss just continued eating away at nothing, swallowing the world around it, warping the air which entered its throat, seemingly devouring this part of Labyrinth.

Realising that he could not hold on for long, Sel looked at Morbidia desperately, but she seemed to be occupied with her own business, so he held on for his dear life until she was done. Unfortunately for him, the human body was designed to handle only so great forces, so after a while, his muscles started to tear and his fingers started to slip, his grip fading on the lone stone which allowed him to stay above the abyss. He would soon become a victim of the endless depths, a soul who would never be allowed to take a rest.

"Morbidia!" shouted Sel desperately, hanging onto his loose threads of sanity as well as the rock. Both grips were slipping, though. "Help!"
 
There was no pausation to her bleak ballad, the gloomy inflections conjuring forth something from deep within her. Morbidia's panicked heart sounded like the drums of war, her ghostly gaze mirroring all of the sorrow that was sown in a mind that was burdened with guilt. Even as her offspring caused for her physical body to act in rebellion against everything its essence used to be, Morbidia realized that the one called Sel would not survive for much longer against the sheer power of the foe called Labyrinth.

"Atop thine crown a wreathe of thistle adorn, death will take this child forlorn, succumb now to the ravages a form misery hath taken, dwell not in any place, for to all realms your spirit is forsaken." Each individual verbal component of the malediction seemed to fall upon the ears of the listener in such a way as to inflict upon her waves of immense pain, Melantha's grasp of control upon the vessel began to weaken. "Mother!" The child invoked the title which meant God upon the lips of all children with a rasp, thrusting her head back as the body sank to its knees. Morbidia's eyes looked as turbid as the depths of the foul sea which had claimed her so long ago, as the flames of hatred which seared Melantha's soul were extinguished. "Mother..." The girl feigned a plea, hoping to tug on her forebearer's heartstrings.

Finally an errie stillness fell upon Morbidia's form, as the child announced her departure in a shaky exhalation. How many more souls fought for dominance within her? She only knew of a few, although all could have lay dormant somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind. The ghost could only look on in silence as a Skullflower fell from the body it budded upon, its brittle structure crumbling to dust before it reached its descent to the dirt. "Melantha." Spoken of a male, the name seemed to pulsate across the air current like an entity. "What did you do?" He inquired with a note of urgency in his voice, as its mannerisms relayed that the spirit in possession was not any of her tainted offspring.

The Bard turned her attention to Sel, speaking a petition as to even temporarily save him from his plight. If the spell was a success, the man would become transported to another part of Labyrinth, hopefully out of the reaches of the demonic children and any other harms that sought to befall him. "What did you do?" The question was directed at her once again, spoken in little more than a whisper. She gazed upon Sel intently, weaving a lyrical language which would commit him to another region of this realm. They would have to find their way back to one another, but it was the best she could think for the moment.
 
As Morbidia wove word after word in her strange lyrics, Labyrinth yawned metaphorically. Or at least it performed an action which would be the equivalent of yawning in the human spectrum of body languages. But then again, perhaps it was an action which only seemed as if it was similar to yawning and had a completely different meaning entirely, because Labyrinth's ways were unknowable. Labyrinth whims were strange, eternal, but yet they were fleeting, so Labyrinth did not care when Morbidia bent Labyrinth's rules to make the implausible plausible. However, with the strange way the laws of the universe worked in this place, strange effects were inevitable. As such, even though Morbidia's lyrics only intended to transport Sel into another place, they also have altered how Labyrinth looked to her.

The invisible walls of the boundless insanity suddenly turned black even though they retained their colour, and upon their surfaces, grew grevious wounds that mended themselves as they opened themselves. Teeth-like bones, for those rows of unholy material which spiralled upon themselves were not teeth, appeared all over the place, encasing it in a spider-web of madness, which then started spinning itself into strange patterns. Seven-in-four spread along the strands of silk, weaving a new fabric, creating countless, tiny universes just to crack them open the next second. Physical laws twisted and turned as darkness descended upon Morbidia's perspective, only to be replaced by light that bled into darkness, a constricting paradox wrapping itself around the woman's fragile body. Four-pointed stars made out of seven straight lines blazed through the skies which were the ground, seeding Labyrinth full with infants, formless nightmares born of Morbidia's act... And they seemed really hungry.

Meanwhile, Sel was relocated to a part of Labyrinth which was even less sane than usual, if such a concept could be applied to this continously twisting, turning, soul-wrecking place. He found himself in an infinitely small room which encompassed a whole universe as it was filled with stars, yet it clearly contained nothing. Not even the archaeologist himself was in the room even though it clearly surrounded him, and the paradox caused his already bent mind to suffer more, causing him to clutch his head even though he was hanging onto the wall of a deep gap for his life. Even though he was so sure that he would be able to beat Labyrinth at Labyrinth's own game, even his insane self started to see reason. And that was frightening in itself, so he stood up an started beating on the non-existant wall of the room in an attempt to break it down.

Labyrinth just yawned again.
 
As if borne from the collective stewpot of the dreamscapes conjured from every sentient being whom had ever breathed a breath throughout the expansive smorgasboard of realms, Labyrinth suddenly became that much more of a hellish habitat of which to exist. It was difficult enough to combat the entities which threatened to consume Morbidia and the insanity begotten of events which had occured in both Sel's and her own pasts, they had to contend with such adversities on a battlefield ever transshaping to Labyrinth's inclination. She could not fathom this being, its extraordinary power to govern over all that it forged into existance or removed from such. Did it simply wish to toy with those whom had fallen into its snares? Did it suffer from boredom and simply sought out a remedy as to satisfy it? Did it find entertainment in inflicting despair upon those captive here? Or... was its presence something more sinister and imposing then one would possibly begin to imagine? Did Labyrinth even have a plan for them, or did it act upon a series of impulses, as to put into play random occurrences which really didn't have a purpose at all? As a world of blackness descended upon Morbidia's vessel, it likewise caused for her spirit to suffer.


Her senses were disabled in such a manner that she became helpless but to remain in a frozen state. Her thoughts became plagued by the sounds of incessant chirping, deafening against the silence she was otherwise experiencing. She attempted to call out to Sel, to breach the boundries of Labyrinth with her words, but none would flow from her. The phantoms within her could do nothing but awe at the display of dominance, for they too were intruders to Labyrinth. What happened to Sel? In her act to save him, did she only place him into more of a perilous situation? Try as she may to peer through the all consuming dark tides that were washing over her, she could not find anything of which to lay focus upon. It was intoxicating, it was maddening.Suddenly she heard the voice of the man she had earlier ignored calling to her again, its tone and accent making it recognizable as Rolyph. "What did you do?" His queary insisted, seeking an answer from her. She had not the slightest idea to what he was referring, and instead thought to the Skullflower that signified the particular child, Melantha. Nevermore would it bloom upon her, for the life force bound to it had perished as a result of her spell. Anger seized the vocal chords the wrathful apparitions had used as to communicate with her, causing for Rolyph to punctuate his words in a fit of coughing.


The brothers felt a twinge of loss for the sister that safeguarded them on more than one occasion, but this did not interfere with the reigning emotion divided between the remaining eleven, it only fueled it. "Bidia...." The tongue seemed to carress her name as if spoken from a lover, making her think back to the days he gave her tidings of his adoration, sentiments of his ever- burning desire. The children deemed him as one whom would attempt to thwart their nefarious plans, and he fell into a struggle for control of her. He proved the victor for the moment, although Labyrinth ultimately made his efforts futile. The dead gaze he peered through could not seem to settle on the specter of his wife, a sight that would have filled him with unparallel joy. "Bidia, I want to show you something." He spoke to both her and Labyrinth, in a request for it to cooperate. Would Labyrinth oblige, or at least humor him?
 
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Labyrinth would never understand the need of humans for cooperation, nor for communication. Labyrinth just existed and there was no need for communication between those who were born of the madness of this place, for they understood each other without that. Therefore, when Rolyph tried to speak with Morbidia, the only response was a harsh, silent and maddening laughter that encompassed all time and space without including a single molecule of it, a twisted song made out of psychopathic notes played on a piano of flesh, metal and soul. With a movement that was not even a movement, sound, communication, thought, telepathy, rationale, gestures, fingers, arms, feet, vocal chords, morse code, language, all semblance of communication ceased to exist within the confines of Labyrinth. Shadows creeped into eyes, dark binds gagged the mouth as sharp blades of nothing decapitated each and every limb, leaving no plausible method of communication open for the creatures which dwelled here, save for mere silence. Even the very molecules, the smallest stones this place was made out of panicked for a second at such a drastic change before they took on Labyrinth's will.

Of course, the four-point stars born out of seven lines were not affected, because they were of Labyrinth. They just opened their non-existing mouths wide so they could take bites out of Morbidia's flesh, so that they could taste the soul which lingered in a shell. They were hungry, their empty jaws full of muscles snapping at even the mere air, biting at the deathly particles of Labyrinth. But only in the taste of mortal flesh could they find their salvation. Nothing else would sate their hunger. Not even Labyrinth itself, for Labyrinth would merely destroy them when they have served their purpose. But inside Morbidia's body, there were just so many souls, a number which would be considered unhealthy by modern science. Would they be able to take it, to devour so many different essences of life? They did not know. But they did not care. They existed for a purpose. They would fulfill that purpose. With hungry mouths drooling invisible, corrosive saliva, the strange stars rushed at Morbidia.

Meanwhile, Sel tried screaming, but the machinations of Labyrinth prevented from him. The man, as insane he was, was on the verge of absolute insanity as he realised that he did not feel anything. His eyes saw only black light, his ears were blocked, his mind was numb and his skin might as well have not existed, so unsensitive it was. He could not even feel when he moved his arms, he could not feel when they panged fruitlessly against the too-tight room which imprisoned him. He could not feel his blood running through his veins either, so for all he knew, he was dead. But he was alive and his mind understood that. He was alive, but he had no idea what he was doing, or if he stopped doing it in the first place. He could not even think thoughts, because in the silence Labyrinth forced upon him, not even they existed. Hopeless, or rather, unable to think of the concept of hope, Sel could only hope that something would come to his rescue.

But no matter how long he waited, that is, if he even percieved time, help would not come. With his senses locked away, stripped of any and all venues of communication, he did not even know what time was. He was only an existence, like Labyrinth, but far too removed from the abomination to understand the subtle signs which conveyed to him the state he was in. How long he would remain trapped like that, he did not know. But in his heart, a beast started to awaken, and it might just be that he started seeing something. But not in a way he was used to seeing it.
 
Rolyph was a referee upon the battlefield of foes vying against one another, his fatherly presence did not seem to sit well with the children. Within the humanly stature surged nothing but conflict, as Mortifer and Dire sought to expel the newest addition, the one which had no place within the malevolent menagerie. Morbidia's thoughts returned to the one named Sel briefly, his face very much alive in her mind. She sought nothing of Labyrinth save for the return of her body and escape from the wretched place, but the historian seemed obsessed with it. She recalled some of her interaction with the man, his prior hostility toward her. She sought to aid him in realizing his dream as much as she was capable, as long as she wasn't hindered from doing so by Labyrinth itself. Rolyph thought of the other contestant to this insidious game as well, pondering his role and how it could affect Morbidia in a negative aspect. Did Labyrinth have enough power to become weary of the lot and simply usher them out of existance? He couldn't comprehend its ways either.

He was merely an earthbound spirit whom had missed his opportunity at eternal paradise, having shied away from the light which had beckoned him for about a month's duration. He was plagued with worry, knowing that his death would mark a new chapter in the lives of his surviviors. A life of uncertainty, of begging for food and coin. He could not do anything but sit on the sidelines and watch the world he was no longer a part of go by, without a way to intervene in the undesireable events that were soon to unfold. He saw how his death changed Morbidia, causing for her to become increasingly paranoid and germaphobic, the land suffering the plagues which seemed to rain down as part of Divine Wrath. The day would come that Morbidia's mind would fully succumb to insanity, and this would provoke her to commit a terrible atrocity in the name of sparing her children of disease and the pain of such afflictions. He attempted to contact her in her nightly somnolent journies, but she never dreamt of him at all. This was made more difficult a task when she decided forego sleep entirely, her mind monopolized by the thoughts of impending doom. No matter how he tried to haunt her, she never seemed to notice that something was amiss.

Morbidia seemed completely oblivious to all the chaos that ensued around her, as she took upon herself the role of a doomsayer, a rambling traveler intent on spreading the message of death that was to overwhelm all in its path. Her cries were but a chorus to the disharmony of a world enraptured by discord, the screams of all who bore the stigma and were exiled to the streets by those fearful of becoming ill themselves. From all of this came attempts to purify the blighted soil, attempts that were damned to fail in every way but to inspire more mania among the populus. The air became thick with smoke and ash, the wails of those sacrificed to the flames seemed to echo throughout the city overlooking her town with cold, unfeeling eyes of judgement. The whispers of evil seemed to stain the land worse than the contagion had, resulting in a new type of epidemic in hysteria. Many were burned as witches and consorts to dark side, as people could no longer cope with what had befallen them.

Morbidia's grasp seemed to further weaken upon the reigns of reality as she fled the crazed town one night with a shovel in hand, lantern occupying the other. Dirt was strewn to the wind as she dug holes which seemed to descend to the very bowels of the earth itself. Of course that was just an illusion of darkness pouring into the empty plots of land, but it seemed as if she was preparing to condemn her soul and those of her children to the one which reigned supreme within his world of everlasting torment. (Bidia, what did you do?) He cried, his words lost to unheeding ears. She appeared to stare blankly at the swollen beds of terra firma for an eternity, seemingly unaware of her actions which had impregnated them. Finally after all seemed to be lost to her unraveled mind, the truth rang out in an unforgiving clamor of conscience. "Hearken thee now to the words of truth, does the end justify the means to the tragedies thou hast forsooth? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, shalt thou not surrender to death, thine youth?" Her conscience mocked her, not even deeming her worthy to utilize upon her a proper grammatical sense of the lyrics. "Forsooth?" An incredulous inflection rose from her, and she blinked several times, a bodily reflex to the utter confusion that swallowed her mind.

She heard the sound of laughter dancing off of unseen tongues, she felt like she'd soon suffocate as though she were the one entombed by a mountain of damp soil. She tore at her clothing, claws as sharp as a Seemstress' scissor raking across the soft flesh of her bosom in an attempt to allievate the pressure that was constricting her lungs. It was an illusion bred from guilt, but it was a hell all too vivid to the body experiencing it. Morbidia felt her unshod feet striking the ground in the cadence of running, the sensations of jagged pebbles nor the thorny briar penetrating the defenseless soles to invoke within her a sense of pain, her blood admixing with the grains of sand that blanketed the shoreline. "Thine fears made thee a slave, rest ye now in thine watery grave." She crooned, black irises settling upon the steady rise and fall of the bosom of the sea. She did not struggle with the contemplation of killing herself, she had already given into the temptation far too easily. Instead she debated how she was going to gift herself to the churning tides. Should she opt for a note of the dramatic, like performing a swan dive from the toothy bluff? Or should she quietly urge herself into the depths from the meandering shore? She decided upon the latter, wishing to waste no time in an arduous climb to the apex of the bluff. (Bidia...)

Rolyph whispered, shaking his head in a sad resignation as he could not protect her from herself. "Bidia..." Spoke Rolyph, channeling his strength into her left hand as to cause it to flutter in what he assumed the direction of her ghostly countenance to be. Sel! The historian seemed so reminiscent of the man she had wed, the one whom had lost the battle against his febrile state, and the other aggressive symptoms of the bacterium known as Yersinia Pestis. Sel was a living reminder of the man she had bore twelve children. A man whose death did not spark in her any resentment, no matter what hardships followed in tow. (You do realize that if he hadn't died, it wouldn't have led you to disgrace yourself before the Gods?) She heard a condesending voice, wrapped in the guise of the part of her brain that governed right and wrong, truth and consequences. (Unfortunately, the opportunity for revenge has past since he is no longer alive to the world, but Sel is....) It hissed, tempting her to birth hatred for the next best thing. She realized that such negativity would pollute her essence, but she could not help but to ponder its logic. She shook her head as to try to dispel the thoughts, and heard Rolyph beckoning to her once again. "Bidia, I wish to reveal to you the truth about that fateful night."
 
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