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.

arms that each end in thick, wickedly curved claws, and a face that

a jackal and a flaming pit,

This dude has to be one

Demon God has led me to you!] The demon roars gleefully. [You and your kind will be excised from this place, in

here. If you want to kick me out, come and try

begins to crackle. Even crushed on all sides by so many scurrying little larvae, the little demons do their level best to get the

got. I call into existence as many mind constructs as I

life. My Vestibule thunders with

[Gladly!]

those claws are clearly designed for both ripping, and tearing, but it doesn’t happen. Instead,

Then he breathes out.

of a particularly crispy future blasts into my brain and before I can think, my body is already

in time for what I can only describe as an explosion contained in a jet of flame to rocket past me,

alright?!] Crinis cries in my

an order! This isn’t someone you can tangle with. That goes for you, Tiny, and you, Invidia as

Ah.

from me. If you didn’t get fried by that blast, you

much of a future in

Each step is that

alive, little

[You’re gonna regret that….]