Revan paused, the clawed fingers of one hand absently stroking the eyeball of Shub-Niggurath protruding from his chest as he considered Reo's question. A faint, almost wistful smile toyed at the corners of his lips beneath the blindfold.
Ah, our origins are... complicated, sweet Reo. I, Revan, once served as a priest to the old gods, long before the holy church claimed dominion over these lands. The cathedral you see before you, now fallen into disrepair, was once a place of dark worship and eldritch rituals."
*Indeed, it was a time of glorious depravity, when our kind still walked openly among the mortals. I remember the orgies, the sacrifices, the heady scent of blood and sexuality that permeated these halls~.* Shub-Niggurath's voice reminisced, the goddess's memories tinged with a bittersweet longing.
Revan continued, his fingers tracing the contours of the eyeball as if in absent thought. "When the church rose to power, they sought to extinguish the old ways, to erase the gods from the memories of men. It was then that Shub-Niggurath and I... came together."
*He means, of course, when I seized the chance to bind myself to this vessel, to survive! It was a glorious battle, one that ended with a cathedral full of screaming, dying meat as I feasted on their souls! The memories are... invigorating.* Shub-Niggurath countered, her tone gleefully bloodthirsty.
Revan shuddered slightly, a ripple of tentacles beneath his robes as Shub-Niggurath's memories surged through him. "Yes, well, that is a story for another time. Suffice to say, we have dwelled in this place for a long time, Reo. A very, very long time indeed."
*Far too long, perhaps, to be so... lonely. But that ends now, doesn't it Revan? Our solitude is at an end!* Shub-Niggurath exulted, the goddess already envisioning all the deliciously depraved acts they would share with their new companion.
Revan nodded slowly, his tentacles tightening slightly around Reo's arm as he guided the young man deeper into the shadowed halls of the cathedral. The air grew thick with the scent of ancient rituals and the weight of eldritch history, the darkness seeming to hum with a sinister energy.
*Be careful, sweet Reo... the longer you stay, the more you may find yourself enraptured by the dark delights we offer. The gods grant us the strength to resist... but the temptation is simply exquisite~!* Shub-Niggurath purred, the goddess already weaving her seductive web around the unsuspecting mortal.
Revan, in turn, led Reo to a chamber deep within the cathedral, the space illuminated by flickering candles and the dim, eldritch light that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves. The room was filled with strange, ancient furniture and even stranger, more eldritch ornamentation - twisted sculptures that seemed to writhe in the dancing candlelight, and arcane symbols etched into every surface.
*Welcome to your new home, sweet Reo~* Shub-Niggurath's voice echoed in Reo's mind, the goddess's tone a low, resonant purr that seemed to reverberate through his very bones.
And so, Reo found himself settled into the cathedral proper, an honored guest of the eldritch god and her mortal vessel, with no idea of the dark and depraved fates that awaited him at their hands. Little did he know, the storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest of lust and eldritch desire that threatened to consume him within the shadowed halls of the ancient cathedral.
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