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.

waves. Four arms that each end in thick, wickedly curved claws, and a face that not even

and a flaming pit, the monster's

against me… it reeks of violence and all-consuming flame. This dude has to be one of the tier eights. I’ve

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

If you want to kick me out, come and try

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

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

life. My Vestibule thunders with an endless river of

[Gladly!]

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

Then he breathes out.

my body is already moving. Energy flows from the Altar as I dash,

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

Are you alright?!] Crinis cries in my

That’s an order! This isn’t someone you can tangle with. That goes

Ah.

fried by that

not, there won’t be much of a future

tall. Each step is that of

little

[You’re gonna regret that….]