"Mrtklrukkrr Ymnowhemu…
"For the wandering soul that seeks rest, You shall find a home inside me…
"Hrrakkharr Ymnotrugok…
"For the wandering heart that seeks life, takes my flesh…
"Trruddrokill Yrmmunill…
"For the wandering land that seeks home, you are here…
The Merger of the Body, Soul, and Divine Kingdom.
"Boom… Boom… Boom… Your heart is strong, as your creator made it so. Wake up!"
Circe gasped as she became awake, the sound of her heartbeat was so loud that she felt it would be heard from space.
In a few short hours, she had died multiple times, and she knew that the effects of her numerous deaths should leave a scar on her psyche, but she was not feeling it.
It was as if every time she died, her soul was protected in a bubble of solace that cleansed the trauma of her violent death, and every time she woke up, it was like being born for the first time.
The only problem was that she never awoke to anything great. Just blood, violence, and horror.
This awakening was different, as she was hearing voices deep inside her spirit, her body felt both stretched to the limit and also relaxed and a deep sense of fear and loathing filled her heart.
Interested in finding out the source of the disquietness inside of her, Circe opened her eyes, and for a short while, she did not understand what was happening.
The last time she was alive, they were fighting Boreas her Primogenitor. Rowan had transformed into a powerful demonic presence and she had sacrificed herself to stop Boreas for a single moment. She had prayed it would be enough, and the fact that she was awake, meant they had won.
Somehow she did not doubt that this would be the case. Rowan had always felt like a force of nature, his victory always seemed… inevitable. Perhaps it was due to the confidence and power that came so naturally to him as if he was the center of existence and everything swirled around him.
For anyone else this achievement should be enough to celebrate for a thousand years, but Rowan was already moving on.
She sighed and spread her perception all over her surroundings, trying to understand what was happening.
Circe saw herself lying spread eagle on a rising platform. She saw a boy with white hair and clothes whose Aura was so bright she felt as if she was peering into the sun floating above her and he was chanting words that caused pain to stab into her spirit.
Circe felt another sort of pain all over her body but this one felt distant, as if the pain belonged to someone else, but what was troubling her was the feeling in her Spirit, it felt empty… drained.
So much was happening to her in such a short amount of time, Circe felt that her many deaths were a good thing because they 'refreshed' her spirit. She nearly laughed aloud because a realization came to her that without dying multiple times, she would already be mad.
The fact that dying and coming back to life was not the strangest thing that had been happening to her spoke volumes of the madness she found herself in.
Her eyes looked a bit to the side and she saw her Incarnation chanting alongside the boy, and every time the boy spoke, her Incarnation would follow along, and it did not take her long to understand that her Incarnation was repeating and interpreting whatever that boy was saying.
Suddenly the boy looked down at her and she saw his eyes were nothing but twin suns, and then he winked.
Circe consciousness fell into darkness again, but not for long as she awoke to something sweet forcing its way into her mouth, it felt slimy and warm and it rushed down her throat even while she wanted to spit it out. Panic and disgust were warring inside her head but then she felt a rush of awareness and power flooding into her body from whatever just entered her mouth.
This feeling was coming not only from her mouth but from every part of her body. Forcing her eyes open she looked at herself and something above her that was not there before entered her sight and she shuddered in shock.
Boreas was hovering above her. His eyes were partly open and she could see there was no light behind them, he was dead. A single red line was on his neck and all over his body were red lines that should indicate that he had been sliced to pieces.
Those red lines on his body suddenly expanded and blood that resembled tiny snakes crawled out of his body in their hundreds and rained down on her.
They all began plunging into every open area on her body, including her open mouth, and before the horror of what was happening could fully dawn on her consciousness she felt the same wave of orgasmic energy as before flooding into her body, and in much greater intensity.
Her eyes shook from side to side but these were the only movements she could make, she saw that floating above Boreas was her Incarnation, and every time the snakes of blood poured into her body, another pale energy in the surprising form of houses and bridges rushed into her Incarnation.
She wanted to scream when with a faint pop, one of Boreas's eyes was pushed from his sockets by a snake of blood and before it could fall into her open mouth, it scattered into hundreds of bloody snakes that rushed into her body.
Circe did not know which one could have been worse.
"You were not supposed to be awake during this process," The voice of Rowan spoke in her mind, "but I underestimated how much your body and Incarnation could merge with that of Boreas, and how quickly you would grow as a result."
Circe could now make faint noises from the back of her throat, as she felt a tear slip down the side of her eyes. There was something incredibly disturbing about what was happening to her that she found hard to stomach.
"Your revulsion stems not only from this ritual which your soul finds wrong on an instinctive level. Unlike me, you were not meant to consume a soul, and your essence rebels against this intrusion. What you are feeling right now is only a fraction of the true aversion inside you, as I am filtering the majority of the side effects away from your consciousness. Eating a soul is… difficult, especially that of a god, don't fight it."
