Chronicles Of The Heir, Part 4 "Confrontation of the Sum." ..The footfalls of the Heir encroaches towards the Crater within the center of his land, the one of cosmic threads and great Calamity. He has gathered the necessary pieces of the story of these fractured consorts and their squabbles of scale-color to bring forth the end of their delusions of supreme victory over their perceived lessers.. He finds himself standing infront of a bunker of sorts, the corpses of many a consort surrounding it. This place has been a battlefield for eons of sweeps, the ground so stained with the scales of several of these horned snakes that it resembles a mish-mash of rainbow and blood, endlessly contrived and continued genocides upon each other to wipe out every trace of any sort of opposing color. The heir feels an overwhelming sense of dread, his pusher thumping still as he clenches a spear of gold, granted to him by that of one of the six, A devourer, a maid of whom had made a pact with their Denizen to become something greater, an amalgamation of troll, denizen, consort, propsitian, a ever expansive mass of writhing flesh and souls fighting to keep itself together. The spear the heir had granted carries that of a friend, a companion and an ever watchful eye of the devourer, a weapon used to fell an empress once upon a time, now gifted to an heir, An heir of doom... The heir steels himself, staring towards the bunker generating the threads of cosmic, ever-endless doom.. and enters it. Traversing down a flock of stairs, each step feels heavier than the last as the deeper he goes, the more weight he feels on him, like the importance this place has constantly burdens his shoulders, a burden he must carry for the sake of his newfangled compatriots and lovers, akin to the legend of atlas and his purpose of carrying the heavens on his shoulders. Now the heir feels the weight of something similar, but certainly different. #cw-amalgamation #cw-horror #cw-psychologicalhorror #coth