And All Things Will End
You allow your hands to wrap around your stomach, and the nails dig deeply into your flesh. The pale liquid spurts in waves, to the rythym of your heartbeat. When your fingers have gone deep enough you peel your skin back, tearing through it and creating a massive hole. The fetus falls out of you, landing in a pile of white and red viscera. There is an umbilical cord, thick as a branch. You open your mouth and use your teeth to saw through it.
You don't need to do that; there is nothing inside of you. For confirmation, you raise your hand and clutch your chest. Your hand gets warm, and the skin is soft. You peel it away, and feel liquid sticking to it.
Your energy wanes. This parasite has taken your breath from you. You collapse around the baby, using your last reserves of strength to cradle it in your tendrils. The baby wails, but you offer it a piece of your flesh. it accepts gratefully, chewing it into little pieces. You close your eyes and remove your senses, as what shall happen next may be too painful. Detached, you allow your consciousness to float into the Void, leaving nothing but a corpse.
Your child shall feast for eons to come.
Is that the source of this?
You don't need to do that; there is nothing inside of you. For confirmation, you raise your hand and clutch your chest. Your hand gets warm, and the skin is soft. You peel it away, and feel liquid sticking to it.
Your energy wanes. This parasite has taken your breath from you. You collapse around the baby, using your last reserves of strength to cradle it in your tendrils. The baby wails, but you offer it a piece of your flesh. it accepts gratefully, chewing it into little pieces. You close your eyes and remove your senses, as what shall happen next may be too painful. Detached, you allow your consciousness to float into the Void, leaving nothing but a corpse.
Your child shall feast for eons to come.
Is that the source of this?