by MCHNGRL » Sat Jul 10, 2021 11:37 pm
Deterha | Death | Tag: Everyone
Deterha was deep in thought, thinking about what kind of place could be her home or base. All she could come up with was someplace dystopian and dead. Maybe a planet wasn't the solution, if Deterha could bring death, then surely she can make undead things? Skeletons seemed like a boring idea and zombies are kinda useless and slow. Deterha focused her energy on her arms, black material formed from her hands. The black lifeless blob that she created slowly took the form of a cyclops cat with a clock for an eye. Deterha pet the strange creature, its skin was cold and lifeless with no heartbeat present. The creature's eye stared into Deterha's as if it was examining her, then it looked at all the other spirits and examining them. The cyclops cat then leapt out of Deterha's arms and disappeared among the stars, searching for something. That was... weird. She tried to make another one but her attention soon got disrupted when the cyclops cat returned with a glowing orb in its mouth. Was that a soul? Did the creature bring back a soul? Deterha understood now, this creature was a helper, bringing back souls of living things whose time ran out. The cyclops creature dropped the glowing ball in Deterha's hand and it instantly got absorbed into her body. Deterha made five more of the cyclops cat and they all scattered to find more souls of the dead.
She smiled, this should make her task easier. But Deterha still needed a home, a place to organize things. She held her chin in a thinking position. Maybe a vessel would be handy, a giant ship or something. But where could Deterha get a vessel from? Maybe she could do more tricks with the black material she made the cyclops cat out of. Once again did the eerie black material ooze out of her hands, shapeshifting into whatever shape there was. The blob gradually got bigger until it was twice as big as Deterha. No, it has to be bigger. The black material grew until it was ten times bigger than Deterha. This was good enough, she'll make it bigger once she got the hang of the soul collecting stuff. Now, all it needs is a shape, which Deterha already had an idea of. She imagined a big vessel in her head, one with bulky and spikey features and a menacing aura. The blob took shape of the image in Deterha's head. A red-ish black dystopian looking vessel formed from the shapeless blob, creepy and spikey features with veins the colour of the souls draped down the ship's body. Weird glowing wings stuck out the sides of the vessel to help it move and a tail at the back to steer it. Yes, this was perfect.
Deterha knew she would have to travel miles and miles to collect souls, create millions of helpers to fasten the process. Right now she had to start small, it'll overwhelm her if she started big. Deterha entered the ship, going into this room where she could sit and await her helpers to come back. She created twenty more of the cyclops cats as the five others returned to give her the souls. She officially started her task, it excited her despite having to take the souls of living things.
(Oop sorry for the looong post)
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