Some snippets extracted from the diary of Judith Elisabeth Carson, the most gentle slave of Hexahedron (PART II)
Note: the last date in the journal, on the previous post, is written as "October 25th, 1945". Should have been "1942". A small typo.
Date: unknown
As I write these words, I am torn between two realms. I am at the table in my living room and in the realm of Hexahedron, at the same time. In my living room, my body rests in a comatose state, a tentacle covered in bleak slush getting out of my mouth and pouring black ink over the papers, in order to write the words that run through my mind. Last time I saw my mortal realm, it was October 25th, 1942. I don't know how long it's been since I entered the realm of my god... maybe an afternoon... maybe a year... maybe decades. Time loses any effect on you, when you allow yourself to be enslaved by Hexahedron.
Entering the realm of Hexahedron
The last thing that I remember was Hexahedron's limbs overwhelming me... They entered through my mouth and strangled my neck, and then, hundreds of other, smaller limbs, started to engulf my entire being, covering every inch of my skin, asphyxiating me. Now, I awaken on a narrow pathway through a forested area. I see a beautiful arch forward, built out of the limbs of my god. He welcomed me with such a charming entrance... although, I wonder... why am I back in my human, unaltered form? I've lost my tentacles, my black eyes, my dark essence... I want them back... I want to be once again, one with Hexahedron. Perhaps... my god is testing me. I shall see... I shall step forward through the arch and sink myself into the darkest pits of The Cube.
Wandering through the Contorted Woodland
The forest all around me is so beautiful... but this is no ordinary forest. Every tree is built out of my god's limbs, the same shining bleakness, the same aspect... of fish scales, the same smell of plague and death... the same fruits of pustule and pestilence... Unable to resist, I reach for one of those fruits, grab it, and take a bite. It's a taste of mould, rotting flesh, maggots, and poison. I savor every secon of it... and take another bite... then another... I devour the whole thing and then stare back at the tree, craving for more. I try to reach for another one, but one of the "tree branches" comes to life and slaps me across the face. I get back up... and I understand... I've been disrespectful. I kneel before my god, and thank him for his gift, then proceed to step forward down the pathway in the forest...
Passing through The Gate of Bleakness
As I kept going, his voice grew stronger and stronger. "Judith... come to me... come to me... I need you..." I yell to the sky: "I am coming, master! I am coming!" As he grew more and more impatient with my sloth, the ground below my feet started to feel like glass shards... like burning glass shards... It is so painful... I have to run... I have to be faster... I have to meet my master, right now!
As I kept running, I saw the pathway turning into a chasm, a set of stairs descending forward. The stairs appear to be made out of his limbs... as I finally put my feet there... my soles are no longer burning. I can feel the slush touching my skin... and I feel the comfort of the dark energy. As I descend deeper and deeper, I take a moment to kneel on the stairs and kiss the limbs of my master in gratitude. One of its colloblasts opened, squeezing a black, sticky substance straight on my lips. I open my mouth and taste it... it is the same taste of the pustule fruits... reeking of death... but ten times stronger... a confirmation that I am on the right path. I continue to descend down the stairs... after a few minutes, it is so dark that I am no longer able to see where should I place my foot... I just go forward, blindly trusting my dark master. With every step, I pray for guidance. And he listens. He is driving me forward. And, at the end of this narrow stairway, I see a circular light on the floor... It is a black circle, with a strange, white shine, glowing out of it. Without any hesitation, I step within this portal, and kneel, allowing my master to swallow me whole.
Embracing The Cube
For a few seconds... everything was pitch black... then... I saw them in the dark... two glowing eyes, staring down at me... they were filled with hatred and disgust... and I could feel my heart burning inside my chest, my ribs contorting and getting moulded into new shapes... It was a pain that was greater than everything I've ever felt before... I was in agony, and, at the same time... I enjoyed it. In a flash, the room around me was flooded with a dark blue light, and he descended upon me... Hexahedron, himself, the master of the Endless Void, the seed of the Contorted Woods, the future master of the universe. I could only kneel before him, in shock. My chest was burning and aching, and I felt a desperate need to fall down on my belly, from all the pain, but I couldn't... I had to spread my arms, revealing my breasts... and allow my master to take me. "I offer you my body, my spirit, my essence. Take me, Hexahedron, break me, mould me, contort me, tear me apart!" As I pleaded, I could feel that familiar and pleasant darkness filling my eyes once more. As I looked down, I could see my legs melting, tentacles growing where my feet used to be. Yes... finally... the great transition!
Becoming The Cube
The transformation cycle only felt like an hour to me... but who knows how long it took my god to masterfully craft my new appearance. Every little transformation, every single cell of my body that got destroyed... felt like a sharp sting into my skin... and every replacement felt ten times more painful... I could feel my veins and arteries, breaking from within, getting flooded with the bleak sludge, clogging them, turning my skin dark blue, and then green, and finally... black. All my limbs got replaced with his tentacles... and I no longer seem to have any control over them. My teeth turned black... and sharp like the fangs of a python... even my very hair... started to sparkle, to turn into a sea of tentacles. And every new limb that grows into my body feels like a tumor that drains me of energy... feels like a dagger, cutting deep into my ribs, into my organs. I scream in pain... at times, begging my master for mercy, but this only enrages him, causing him to push deeper, to grow another limb, and then another. I know that one day I will learn to get used to such a large amount of pain, and that's what drives me forward... Yes, master, one more limb, please... More darkness.... more slush... more scales!
His eyes keep staring at me... filled with disdain and a desire to punish me for my imperfect nature... I am a perversion that dared to step upon his creation... and I must work on my atonement...
"Do you see my wonders, humanoid filth?" he asked, his voice causing the entire structure around us to tremble.
"Yes, my master! Yes, they are... they are the greatest miracles a god could perform... they are the essence of everything..." I whispered... finding it difficult to talk, as my lungs were burning from inside, impaled by the scales that seemed to be growing into my blood vessels. Not only that, but my mouth appeared to be uncontrollably leaking the black sludge all over my chest, causing me to choke with every few words I spoke.
"You will bring me more... more mortals... more filth... more food to consume... more flesh to tear apart... more... A thousand filthy women... a million... a billion!" he shouted, impatiently.
"Yes, master... I will... bring them... to you... Their only salvation... is to be devoured by you..." I answered, feeling the pain of every word.
And in another flash, I was back in my apartment. Back into my disgusting, disfigured... horrible... human form... having hands... and feet... arms and legs... and blonde hair... why did you do this to me, master? I... I want to be like you! Looking around, I see my living room... covered in the bleak slush that I threw all over the floor and the walls. But the tentacles are gone... my master... where are you? The cube... the cube is still on the table... I touched it, in order to summon my master... And as I held it in my hands, I could see my transformed self, getting bitten and choked by the limbs of Hexahedron... But my master appeared hungry, and injured. I understood... I needed to feed him. I had to bring him more women. A thousand... No, a million. A billion!
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