Enter the Blight Dimension

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by shaulherman

by shaulherman

Thanatos

I flitted through the open white void—I was intangible—I gained a new transformation, one as unique as the last—a Wraithform, with the power of body possession and power reattribution.

I searched for the very next host I wanted—I found her— a young girl just sitting in a Zen pose.

She was fit—still not a challenge for me.

I embraced her—made her my vessel, my new form accepted it willingly from the blood of my master—my Blightqueen—my mother.

"Get Out!" she mentally pulled me out—but not before I pulled out her very essence and reforged it into a new way to live.

I made myself regendered—back into the male guise, I was a DNA clone of her but with the Y chromosome instead of Two X's.

She stirred—weakly she flickered back into the ether, back into me. I sucked in her power and kept her body—her form, as a third quick change—perfect for making four versions of myself—time clones that all looked like my earlier oppressors.

I decided that it was best to be her—to be incognito.

I shifted yet again—becoming her—becoming Rose Diaz—her memories were mine and mine were hers, she had no power over me, and I was her master.

I reconstituted her personality and spirit into another Wraithlord—I would surveil the planar scape that I stood inside and use her as my emissary.

"You killed me. Why can't I feel anything!"

I ignored her then transmuted the living energy inside this realm into a wily debauchery plate armor vessel.

I lashed her Wraithform to the female suite of armor—Blightwight Plate Mail, the metal of the fallen gods turned monsters.

She flexed and did some squats—unperturbed by her loss, she made ways for amends.

"What do you want me to do, my master? You claimed me for a reason—a new body nothing the mind will not conceive. Plans matter not for I see all there is in this cognitive realm of enlightenment—the fourth dimension."

"I already have more like you—at least sixteen beings with cosmic power—all they need is souls to bind them with plate mail, to make them whole again. Each one shall wield one blade of Blightwight Mythobetrium—they are my Blightwight Ravager Army."

"They are already here—fused within me. We are all connected in this realm. I will call them out"

Sixteen shadows stirred from within the vessel of Rose.

I melded each shadow—Wraithform into each one of my sixteen-personality-filled-swords.

All save for Blightbringer, that was my personal favorite— it can rip holes, portals to enter and exit at will.

Blightbringer's usefulness allows it to birth other blades, redeeming the cycle of pain—each blade has a purpose, a power, a self, and a reason for existence—with personalities bestowed on them by my own version of the Chinese Zodiac—this time with sixteen instead of twelve.

New armored men and women without true form began to take shape around the blades.

Their names mean nothing to me—I order them, and they shall be my sixteen apocalypse hunters, the regurgitators of vindictive peaceful death—such is the rule of Thanatos.

Kairos was no more—I am now Thanatos reborn—the god of death and despair, all for the love of peace and war.

I am now and forever—Thanatos, Oracle Blightking of the END—All hail me, all hail Thanatos!

Behold my greatness—I am the strongest one there is!