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The Avatar of the Skin God froze as the voice echoed in her skull. It wasn't her own thoughts anymore, but something else entirely. a voice that carried the weight of cosmic authority and ancient malice. The voice belonged to Nox, but it had changed, deepened into something that spoke with the gravity of ceremonial ritual.
"The Blooming of a Thousand Sores," Nox's voice echoed through dimensions, each word striking the Avatar like a physical blow.
"No! Stop! Shut the hell up!" The Avatar of the Skin God began to scream and struggle against an invisible force that seemed to be binding her in place. Her multiple faces contorted with genuine terror as she recognized what was happening.
"The Fever That Devours Dimension," the chant continued,
"No! Nooo!" The Avatar thrashed harder, her patchwork skin rippling and tearing as she fought against the cosmic summoning that was taking place.
"The Womb of Eternal Infection,"
The Skin God continued to struggle against the binding force, her claws raking at the air as if trying to tear through reality itself. Finally, she managed to break free from whatever invisible chains had been holding her, but the chanting didn't stop.
"The Breath That Sickens Suns and Moons,"
"Where are you!" The Skin God screamed, spinning around frantically as she tried to find the source of the voice that was echoing through her skull like hammer blows. Her many eyes darted in all directions, searching for Nox's physical form.
"Stop calling that bastard, you insect!" she shrieked, but her voice carried a note of desperation that hadn't been there before.
"The Crown of Pestilence Eternal,"
"The Hand That Writes Death Upon Flesh,"
"The Irrevocable Contagion of All Creation,"
"No, stop it! Stop, you fucker!" The Avatar's voice cracked with genuine fear now. She understood what was happening, and for the first time since revealing herself, she looked truly terrified.
"Morvexis, the Embodiment of Plague."
The moment the name was spoken, reality itself seemed to recoil in horror.
The black sky above them tore with a sound like flesh rupturing under immense pressure. The tear spread across the heavens like a wound opening in the world itself. From the gaping hole, a miasma began to spill down thick, yellow, and viscous like infected pus. It blotted out the red moon entirely, turning the night into something diseased and putrid.
The very air began to curdle as the yellow fog descended. Within the rotting haze, shapes writhed and buzzed flies the size of daggers, their wings beating with the sound of tearing meat. The atmosphere itself became toxic, each breath burning the lungs with the taste of decay and corruption.
Then he descended.
Morvexis, the Embodiment of Plague, emerged from the tear in reality like a nightmare given form. His towering frame was so massive that it seemed to bend the horizon itself just by existing. He was draped in blackened veins that pulsed with infected blood, and his skin was covered in swollen sores that wept yellow pus continuously.
Each step he took collapsed the glass ground beneath him into rot and decay. The surface that had been solid obsidian moments before now turned to spongy, infected flesh that squelched under his weight. Countless Skin Walkers who had been surrounding them began to scream as his presence alone caused them to wither and collapse into desiccated husks.
The very stones of the realm blackened like necrotic flesh in his presence. Plants that shouldn't have existed in this cursed place sprouted and immediately died, their roots turning to maggot infested pulp. The crown of rusted halos that floated above his skull dripped with infected ichor that hissed and bubbled when it touched the corrupted earth below.
His hollow eye sockets poured yellow mist like toxic fog machines, and his crooked jaw hung open in something that was part laugh, part death rattle. When he breathed, the air itself became poisonous, and when he moved, reality warped around him as if the universe was trying to reject his very existence.
Below him stood the Avatar of the Skin God, her patchwork form suddenly looking small and pathetic in comparison. She pulsed and quivered like a collection of raw nerves and screaming mouths, her earlier confidence completely evaporated in the face of this cosmic horror.
For a moment that stretched like eternity, the two monstrosities stared at each other across the battlefield. The only sounds were the buzz of plague flies and the distant screaming of dying Skin Walkers as they were consumed by the infectious aura radiating from Morvexis.
Hans and Irene, still collapsed and barely conscious, could only watch in terror as their minds struggled to process what they were seeing. This was beyond anything they had ever encountered, beyond anything they had ever imagined possible. They were witnessing a confrontation between cosmic entities that could reshape reality with their mere presence.
Then the Plague God spoke.
His voice was so hoarse and ragged it sounded like someone had taken sandpaper and crafted vocal cords from it. The words echoed through a thousand infected throats simultaneously, each syllable breaking apart into coughs, laughter, and choking gasps. And yet, beneath all the corruption and decay, there was a note of genuine amusement.
"Ah... my old contagion made flesh," Morvexis said, his massive head tilting to regard the Avatar with something that might have been nostalgic affection. Ichor dripped from his teeth like infected phlegm, hissing where it hit the ground.
"How long has it been since I've smelled your rancid hide?"
The Avatar of the Skin God tried to maintain her composure, but her multiple faces were all showing different expressions of fear and hatred. Some were snarling, others were crying, and a few looked like they were trying to smile despite the terror.
"Still covering yourself in someone else's skin and pretending it's power," Morvexis continued, leaning closer with casual menace. His presence alone was causing the Avatar's patchwork flesh to begin smoking and blistering.
"Still clinging to scraps of flesh while the world itself longs to rot."
The Avatar hissed in response, her skin splitting open in protest against his proximity. The sound was like steam escaping from a pressure cooker, mixed with the screams of whatever poor souls had been incorporated into her grotesque form.
But Morvexis only leaned closer, his hollow eye sockets focusing on her with predatory intensity. When he spoke again, his voice carried the weight of eons of contempt.
"Still as pathetic as ever... Skin."
The casual dismissal in his tone was perhaps more devastating than any physical attack could have been. Here was a being that had once been her equal, now looking down at her like she was nothing more than an annoying insect.
The Avatar's rage exploded outward in a wave of psychic energy that would have instantly killed any normal human within miles. But Morvexis barely seemed to notice, his attention already shifting to something else entirely.
"But where are my manners?" he said with mock politeness, his voice causing the air itself to vibrate with infection. "I should thank you for calling me back to this delightful little realm. It's been far too long since I've had the chance to properly stretch my legs."
He straightened to his full height, and for a moment, his presence was so overwhelming that reality itself seemed to flicker and bend around him. The sky darkened further, and the yellow miasma spread even thicker, carrying with it the promise of plague and pestilence on a cosmic scale.
"Now then," Morvexis said, his grin becoming even more horrifying as maggots began falling from between his teeth, "shall we discuss old times?"