Chrysalis

Advant told me I should “Preserve my thoughts for future generations of the family,” so… I guess this is me… doing that? To be honest, she’s been hassling me to do this for ages. Only after going on about the “immense value such a record will hold for the young” and how “inspiring such a document would be to the hatchlings” did I agree, but I’m seriously regretting now that I’ve started.

Is it really necessary to preserve my thoughts anyway? Everything I’ve ever done is depicted (somewhat) accurately in a stupid statue somewhere.

Actually, I want that on the record! I NEVER asked for all the murals and statues! In fact, I tried to get them banned! So much for respecting the wishes of the Eldest….

Alright, if you are smelling this scent recording, then here are the words of the Eldest, recorded to further the prosperity of the Colony and to motivate the youth!

Firstly, I want you to poke and bite Advant everytime you see her. Not hard, but enough to be annoying and to hamper her in whatever she does. Yes, that includes during Torpor. May she never know a moment’s peace.

Second. Live freely, be true to yourself, and cherish the bonds of family that tie us together. That’s the whole point, right?

- Excerpt from “The Recording of the Eldest”

Addendum: For the record, I believe the Eldest was joking. Please stop biting me.

- Added at a later date by Advant.

[I see you, little worm!]

[Excuse me? You calling me a worm? You wanna get chomped?!]

A suffocating aura of power wells up as the demon rises from the layer below and I get a clean look at it. I kind of wish I hadn’t.

than me even, with smoke and fire rolling off its shoulders in waves. Four arms that each end in thick, wickedly curved claws, and a face that not even a mother could love. Unless that mother was

and a flaming pit, the monster's appearance is… unpleasant. Let’s go with

This dude has to be one of the tier eights.

me to you!] The demon roars gleefully. [You

kind of like it here. If you want to kick me out, come and

the air between us begins to crackle. Even crushed on all sides by so many scurrying little

tank of Gravitational Mana to work with, but I’ll have to make do with what I’ve got. I call into existence as many mind

I start to channel gravitational mana and my carapace thrums to life. My Vestibule thunders with an endless river

[Gladly!]

claws are clearly designed for both ripping, and tearing, but it doesn’t happen. Instead, he heaves in a breath and

Then he breathes out.

think, my body is already moving. Energy flows from the Altar as I dash, my ten ton body flickering to the side and reappearing a hundred

in a jet of flame to rocket past me, incinerating everything caught in

you alright?!] Crinis cries in my

stay over there. That’s an order! This isn’t someone you can tangle with. That goes for you, Tiny, and you, Invidia as well. Keep yourselves well

Ah.

get fried by that blast, you might by the next. Nothing for you to do

won’t be much of a

Each step is that of a giant,

alive, little worm?

[You’re gonna regret that….]