In a dark void of the abyss monsters roam.
Two in particular are clustered together. One watching and acting and the other preparing and scheming.
"Weaver, Human NOW?"
The watcher over it's timeless eternities in the abyss has bothered very few others, but over its many many eons with the weaver it's grown comfortable enough to confirm the plan. Their own mortal cults even consider, in their limited minds, the two to be "married." Which the watcher supposes is somewhat true. Like fighting and dying, watching and weaving are very similar things.
The weaver responds with a careful and apathic "Yes."
Ever since the mortal gods banished them its been like this, a endless void of other equally listless entities. After all most of the higher universes they had access to had been blocked off by the gods and their heroes.
Regardless the watcher puts the plan into action, descending a tendril into a painfully dry realm. Such pain is even to a primordial almost unbearable, even more so than a gods power.
An unlucky human is separated from their body as the watchers tendril coils around them. His soul suspended only by the link to his body. The watcher had long since learned to do such a thing, weaver was never gentle with it's victims.
Tendrils as dark as shadows tighten around his body as they engulf him into the portal underneath his bed and into the inky abyss.
The writhing mass as thick as cars flinging along with the human to the weaver; momentum picking up the humans body like a feather.
Finally the watchers tentacle reaches it's target and drops the human's body into the black and red spider's maw.
Swallowed whole earn's body falls into the bath of the weavers stomach. Inside his body floats waiting for its transformation. Palps extend towards earn's unconscious form, hovering over his head they couple into his brain with a sudden and violent cruck.
Blood leaks from the hole in the human's skull as the translucent palps pump in fluids and eggs.
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\Installation...
-20%, 60%, 100%
/Complete, @admin[Weaver]
/Metamorphosis...
-Limb shearing
(Arm; L,R Leg; L,R)
-Biomass reclamation
(lower Body, Reproductive organs saved)
-Critical organs/structure repurposed and improved
(Brain, skull, spine)
-New genetic stranding in progress, genetic web complete
-Synaptic/Metaphysical webbing
/Complete, @admin[Weaver]
/Boot user interface, engage tutorial. delay order; condition [Higher wave function]
/Install Package, Self Assembly
-Rank: Primordial, Type: Summoning,
Finishing the process the weaver turns towards the giant eyeball that is the watcher, it extends the dripping and naked human towards it. Neither embarrassed of the human's nudity or even aware of it.
"Watcher, Plant?"
The watcher's smaller tendrils wrap around the human.
"Yes, I Plant"
The enormous form of the watcher moves with a million tendrils swimming through the voids of the abyss, intending to plant the new creature into a more bearable realm. One with more LifeForce.
This time the burning feeling of too much dry lifeless space is less painful. It's still an enormous effort to plant the human.
Indeed the effort was enough to distract it from the realization that it's never been here before. The weaver must have invited these other entities as well. The feeling of curiosity blooms insides its insides, a feeling its long since missed. The wars in heaven and hell seemed to have taken the feelings forever.
Regardless it pushes its self back through the muddy waters of the void and watches. A world it's never seen and a cohort of entities it was never introduced too. Something seems off to the watcher, how could it not know of this world or of these other primordials?