The corpses of the remaining scavengers lay spattered around me.

Not a single one of them was whole.

And everywhere I looked, I spotted at least one severed appendage, either mine or one of theirs.

They had sprayed their poison all over their place in their death throws.

At least, I hoped it was poison, which I know is a weird thing to want but I’m so hungry that it feels like I'm about to die.

So given the choice between dying of poison, or dying of starvation while covered in…liquids. I feel inclined to choose the latter.

I really should be exploring the surrounding area to hunt for any remaining cloaked and sword wielding scavengers but I can’t.

I literally cannot.

I don’t have any energy left, I can’t feel or move my limbs at all.

I’m just laying on top of some squished tentacles and organs that are so crushed and smushed their practically a paste.

A vague feeling of weakness shrouds my body, overwhelming any sense of prior strength from when I had wiped out the scavenger packs.

Maybe the poison actually was working?

But then why was I so very hungry? I felt like devouring everything.

If I had any strength left I would reach out my tentacles and pull one of the corpses into my maw.

But the onset of weakness had been first, then intense hunger. If only it was the other way around I could at least die with a full stomach.

Now all I can do is just lay here, watching the arid landscape and admiring my work.

I had done quite a good job, I had also gotten quite lucky.

If they hadn’t thrown away their swords and prostrated then I may have been unable to kill as many of them as I should have.

What a weird thing for them to do though, how was prostrating going to help them win the battle?

Oh well, lucky for me that pack wasn’t that smart. Or maybe they were just to smart for their own good and I dumbly escaped whatever trap they had laid.

A sudden hunger pang brings me back from the past and into the present.

Just in time to see one of my tendrils begin to disintegrate.

It doesn’t fall apart, it just starts to vanish into nothing. With little speaks of flesh falling off it before disintegrating.

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Even if I wasn’t capable of feeling pain it was an unnerving thing to have happen.

And it got worse.

Soon my other tendrils and even my tentacles started dissipating.

Before long only my centre remained and I was just a ball of leathery skin and nearly a hundred deteriorating nubs that had once been my limbs.

Despite what was happening to me I still felt no pain during this horrific process.

If anything I was actually feeling better than when I had been whole, as my ravenous and insatiable appetite had declined.

I don’t feel hungry.

I don’t feel pain.

And I had completed my orders to the best of my ability.

I can’t think of a better way to die.

And die I did, as in just a minute all that became left of me was just a few scraps of flesh.

And yet even when these last physical manifestations of my body disappeared, I was still somehow alive.

And I can somehow see without my eye.

Weirdly, I can even see myself.

I’m just a blob without any discerning features like scars and marks. I don’t even have any skin texture.

And I’m floating idly in the air, a few feet above where I had died.

Then slowly but surely the world around myself begins to morph into a nightmarish reality and I start to see things that would have decimated the sanity of any mortal mind.

Colours like yellow started to bleed out of reality. Becoming replaced by a red so vibrant that it appeared to be a different, more alive colour.

which too was in turn replaced by a godless blend of everything which seemed to smile angelically at me.

Beautiful trees, with twisted perfectly symmetrical branches sprung out of the impossibly coloured sands, lapping up the spilt poison and using it as a form of fertiliser to grow ever taller.

They also seemed to be devouring something else from the scavengers corpses. A sort of impure mesh of ethereal and tangible spots that floated a few inches above their still forms.

Before I could focus on this new anomaly in greater detail however, my attention was drawn away by a sudden piercingly beautiful shriek,that heralded the beginning of a misshapen and abominable sort of gentle rainbow.

The rainbow lit up the sky, no. It became the sky. It was made up of every sort of colour both a part of reality and not and yet before my non existent eye it would also become colourless in jagged spots.

Almost like stars were forming in this new perfect sky.

Time flowed strangely here or perhaps I was losing my mind? I wasn’t mortal, somehow I knew that.

But these sights were still so difficult to take in. It felt like my soul was drinking in the spirt of this landscape and it was quickly becoming full.

In the few seconds I took to focus on and try to figure out what this rainbow was and what it meant, all the trees had vanished and I now hovered above a sincere and angry ocean.

The water was a colour I was actually familiar with, it was black. Not coal block or dirt black, but void black. It was the same colour as the space between the stars and just like with the night sky, great glowing orbs pulsated within its depths.

It was almost like the world had reversed with the sky becoming the ground and the ground becoming the sky.

And slowly, I began to involuntarily descend, the chilling warmth of the ocean embraced me with a hatred borne of such pure love that the thought of resistance didn’t even cross my mind at all.

Not that I could have anyway. I was just a defenceless blob being dragged to hell, or was it heaven? It mattered little for as I sank beneath the ocean I knew that when my creator willed it, I would be freed.