The Die Is Cast, The Characters Made, The Names Given, The Scene Set, The Master Story Teller Waits With A Curled Lip Smile As She Knows What Is To Come

The pain. By Siobhan Herself the Pain!

The pain spread in every direction, every fiber of his being was in agony, and yet it was a thing he knew he simply needed to push through somehow. He opened his eyes wide as the pain hot its crescendo and saw his Goddess before him, beckoning him, welcoming him home and back to where he always belonged, with her, for her. He opened his mind to speak to her, to ask her why it hurt so bad, but what came out was not words, not anything that even sounded like words.

It was a roar, a growl, an avian screech, a violent and dark noise that comforted him in its intensity even if he did not understand it. He tried again to speak and the sounds from his mouth got even louder, the air seemingly shaking around him as the sound moved through it. He did not know if he was going to be able to take any more pain. He was so strong, but there was a levy within that was about to be breached. One last noise exited the old Dara, a noise that was pain and agony, suffering and fear. Not his, no not his.

Even as the last sound exploded from him, Dara felt his arms move backward and fuse with the wings he wore proudly on his back. He looked down to the ground, so very far below him now and saw his feet and legs were mottled black and red, wider than the massive tree trunks he had run through and his entire body was covered in the same coloring, the same texture. Dara went to breathe out as panic set in and flame gushed from between his lips, a tornadic blast of wind and fire that shot thousands of feet in front of him and lit the sky up brighter than the sun with its intensity for a moment before fading to nothingness.

Panic vanished, the pain vanished, in fact, he who had been known as Dara vanished completely and Beithíoch lifted into the air with hundred-foot long wings and the mark of his Goddess emblazoned on his chest in the form of the all-seeing eye of amethyst. He leaned his head back, newly extended on a great neck and roared once more. In triumph, joy, love eternal for what he thought had just occurred. Just as he thought this his Goddess appeared to him again and held her hand out to him and waited for him to come to her through the ether of space, time and the very earth itself.

With a final roar that seemed to shake the sky itself, Beithíoch flew towards Her, his heart glad as the sky wrapped itself around him and tool him to her at last.


Neart laid down upon the heather soft grass of the field around her, covered in the wonders of the family she came from, climbing on her, in her. Her mouth lolled open to allow them to be one with her as she felt the surge from within her begin and she knew what was to happen. She did not know why she knew, but all that was happening was exactly as it should be.

Her legs started first, lengthening and turning a black pitch that reflected nothing and light seemingly vanished into. There was no time to appreciate as both of those long and perfectly legs split in twain starting at the feet and racing upward like a thunderbolt. Then again. And again. Eight legs there were now, each slowly turning into the void of the darkness of its mates. Her eyes closed, forever in the form they were in now and when she next opened them she had the two eyes she had, but besides them were six others that let her see things eyes could not. Heat, the depths of the earth, the wind blowing and the patterns in made in the sky. Tears leaked from them as the love of this newfound her took hold and she felt everything from her breasts downward swell, not in fat or in pregnancy, just growing with taut muscles and the skin mirrored her legs in their blackness.

An eternity, or was it a moment, later, she who was formally Neart stood tall on her eight legs, her head above the tallest of the trees and when she opened her eyes she saw the world in ways none save her Goddess could see. She stepped with the legs as if she had always had them and her family followed her, each of them taking the size of a small down to follow her at speed. She moved faster and faster, her legs stepping between the trees and her speed was violent and wonderful.

From eyes no one had ever had she saw Siobhan beckon her and without hesitation, she turned towards her and walked into the arms of the Mother Goddess of the Universe.

Three Facets, Three Parts, Three Sections Of A Vast and Eternal Whole That Could Never Be Severed

Sated on pleasure and blood both, Siobhan languidly stood in the red sand, her eyes still fixed on how the sand ran like liquid down her skin, skin that at the precise moment was a darker red than the sand would ever be. The serpentine tongue came out of her mouth and wrapped twice around her neck, bringing all of the delicious blood into the mouth of the Dark Goddess with a sigh of pleasure and contentment. She was covered in blood, baptized in the pleasure and pain of it and she indeed did feel worshiped. All of them were gone, not even the bones remained to tell anyone what happened here, just a Goddess covered with viscera and nothing else looking into the Universe she created, wondering where next to find those that loved her as much as these ones did.


Dara felt his heart hammering in his chest, the beasts long left behind him as his body felt more and more energy pour through it. He spread his arms wide, the wind pushing them back against him and only his immense strength gave him any chance of keeping them lifted as he wanted them to be. He felt the heat, such intense heat, build from deep inside of what it was to be him and it felt like it was spreading to the rest of him like a delicious virus that he wanted to roll in and make his own. It was not evil, it was nothing but the utmost expression of who Dara was. He closed his eyes, at last, his arms still in the wind, his feet hitting the groundless often, but with tremendous force when they did. He knew what was coming now, he did not know if his Goddess had gifted him this on purpose, or if it was but destiny, but as he opened his eyes and saw the horizon lower more and more as he grew, he knew the greatness inside of him was so close now.


Neart stood in the center of her own world, covered in millions of her brothers and sisters as they licked and tasted every inch of the blood and gore that was left in the circle. The bones had been stripped, their fallen cannibalized, all that was left was the perfection of Neart in the center of the circle like a great beacon that drew more and more as time passed. She knew they would not, could not hurt her, she knew that she needed as many of them as there were, she needed to move to the next stage, the next level. The feeling that she knew what was coming grew every second and when she spread her wings, new and cleansed of the horrors they had wrought, she felt something building inside of her. It was a glorious thing, and then, as her eyes flew open and she smiled, she knew.


Siobhan walked a moment on the sand, relishing the feel of it the last time before she closed her eyes and on her next step, she was surrounded by the darkness of home. She could feel Neart and Dara and knew they would be back soon, they would have questions and Siobhan prepared herself to give them answers. It was a necessary thing, what was happening and she knew that she had made it as wonderful for the both of them as she could but still they would be confused when they returned, but all would be well. Siobhan walked up to the dais where the Three sat and sat in the middle seat there, it was not ornate, a simple stone carving. She smiled and felt the warmth that the dress she now wore provided, the black and silver of it covered nothing, and yet revealed even less.

She closed her eyes and whispered a few words to show them the way home when they were ready.

Soon all would be revealed.

Come To Us! Scream In Harmony As We Gather And Worship The Joys Of The Sunlight! Crash Through The World And Be Reborn!

Dara opened his eyes from his half-nap/half-ruminations and looked up into the brilliantly lit hazel colored sky, the shines of light like gemstones flickering across the entire expanse of the horizon. He was sitting in a field, or what seemed like a field even though Dara could not see the edge of it no matter the direction he looked. perhaps it was a plain where there were wild horses and beasts to pit himself in skill and deed alike. If he could bring more glory to his Goddess Siobhan, his life would be one step closer to being a complete picture as opposed to a jumbled mess of chaos that he did not truly know the order of at all. Shaking such thoughts from his head, refusing to disrespect the perfection in the skies above him he chose a direction and began to walk, no speed or purpose, just walking and feeling the connection of the earth on his bare feet and the wind over his nude body.

The wind was warm and moving at a nice speed, it occurred to him it would be wonderful to fly in and in a moment he had spread his wings and allowed the wind to lift him from where he stood into the sky, his eyes closed and simply absorbing the moment as he always did. From up here, he could see the rolls of the hills and small valleys he could not from where he stood. Long tracks of ebony black trees were in a line just before the horizon and, not having any other things to see, he tilted his body and flew lazily towards the dark wood. The trees were titanic in their size, hundreds of feet tall, and those were the smallest of them. Thicker and thicker they got as he flew over them, the light seemingly reflecting off them, casting all the heat upwards toward Dara in a delightful way.

Movement below caught his eyes and he saw dozens of animals running through the wood. Not in fear or panic, but running for the absolute delight of it. Dara dove and shimmied between the tall trees, getting ever lower as he coasted on what was left of the thermals he had been rising. His feet hit the ground with a soft touch and as soon as they did he ran, ran with glorious abandon and caught up to the deer and rabbits, the squirrels and rodents. All the animals you would expect. He kept running, and as he did, the animals got larger and larger, massive alligators running like the wind, huge elephantine creatures dozens of feet tall careening through the wood, delicate and careful to never once damage a tree or anything they ran with. The eyes of all of them were the same, it was an electric excitement. Dara watched them and got caught in it, caught in the fascination of the goal he knew nothing at all about. He forgot anything he didn’t need to survive, he ran with wild speed, surpassing even the fastest of them until he led them all, each one of their feet thundering behind him and taking the lead from him.

He felt them and swerved here and there, they followed suit, never missing a beat, the energy building more and more until Dara realized he was screaming, full-throated, raw and with as much air as he could draw in. Each beast behind him doing the same in any way they knew how to make noise. From roars of great predators to the screeching sounds of animals bouncing in the trees. The forest was endless, the path pure and full of nothing save what Dara wanted to take from it. He could stop when he wanted. He could fly and be gone, but he ran and screamed and he felt the heaviness of his soul fall away like the dirt from his feet and he was as carefree and full of life as he had ever been. He closed his eyes once again, his arms spread wide and his heart pounding in his chest and ran, by the Dark Goddess he ran.

He did not feel the heat begin. He did not feel the raw power pour through him. He felt nothing of the metamorphosis that was occurring. He just knew that he was free, he was true, and his Goddess awaited him.

When Siobahn Saw the Breadth of Her Domain, She Wept, For There Were Eternal Worlds to Conquer.

The Void was a comforting thing to the three of them as they walked into it, their hearts steady and bond twixt the three of them forged from unbreakable things. They were going nowhere because they were everywhere all at once. The Goddess looked at both of them with a smile on her face and the universe itself in her eyes and spoke, the sound of her voice echoing in the void, or was that simply within Neart and Dara?

“We stand here now, the world unmade and all the power of creation with us. I can raise my hands and have it all be as it was.” her hands moved in a soft arc above her head and like a curtain being raised the world was, well, the world. The cars moved, the smoke billowed from stacks, the Hidden were few and terrified to be discovered. That world vanished as the Goddess lowered her arms and spoke again, depth of darkness in her voice this time. “It can be a pain, pain for any all things that we wish to cause suffering to for our amusement, be it justified or not.” Her arms stretched out in front of her this time and a great throne appeared in the middle of a dark valley, all the people were bowing low before it, all worshiped it and Her along with it. All desired the pain and brutality if it meant to be touched, loved, needed by the Darkest Goddess. Her hands came back to her sides. “It will not be my decision delicious ones, it will be ours. What fun is a world where you click and receive? No, we need to have a variety of my loves.”

Her smile was wide and her teeth showed, points on every single one to remind them that she was not a gentle soul, be she lover or monster both. As she smiled a kaleidoscopic array of worlds flashed before them, each one quicker than the last. Deserts and Jungles, Ice and Fire, Darkness and Light. Siobhan’s eyes closed and she reached her hands for the two loves at her side and they took her hands eagerly and felt the vibration of power run through her. Each thing they saw, each landscaped world, there would be a choice, but not the way they had thought. All, they would have ALL of them. Why limit yourself when the Infinite is something you can define?

This world they were making, this gigantic world that housed every variety, every combination. Love and hate, Sex and Death, all things would be there if they desired it and the only rule, the singular rule, is that all knew that the Goddess watched everything that they did and would judge and remove things as she saw fit, destroy the weak, promote the strong, be worshiped intimately by those she desired and no one else.

She released the two hands she held and smiled, a forked tongue shot between razor teeth, yet no sibilant whisper at all was in the voice that spoke. “We have created what we most desire, not, let us go and enjoy every sweet morsel of it.”

From The Darkness, Slumbering, Came Perfection

In the Darkness, there was such joy. Every moment was magnified eternal and pleasures unknown were Siobhan’s to sample at her leisure. There was no sense of time or space, no rush or feeling that she was moving too slow. It simply was. There was a part of Siobhan’s mind that was aware of the things that happened, that part cataloged everything, indexed it and made sure every moment was available to review and perfect at her leisure. There was always more to experience, to create, to be and do and love and hate, eat and fuck. There were songs that she sang that lasted what seemed like eons with the melody so hauntingly beautiful a part of her decided that is what time would sound like if you could hear such a thing.

When she had done that which she desired for long enough, when her mind and heart told her it was time to return to where she was needed the most, the Darkness melted away like mist in the morning sun and Siobhan opened her eyes to the new world that awaited her.

Dara and Neart were kneeling beside their Goddess-Mother, their positions mirroring one another and they happily would have spent all of time with their eyes cast to the motionless perfection that was the Dark Goddess. They did not eat or sleep, they did not smile or talk, they waited with patience that was given to them for this task and this task alone. Their bodies had changed, the colors that had covered them, the black of Dara’s wings, the red of Neart’s eyes, there was nothing now. Nearly transparent in their clearness they waited for their Darkness to come to them and remake them in her image as she had once before and would do eternal.

There was naught else, not a single thing that existed outside of the circle that was comprised of Siobhan lying on the ground, Neart and Dara at either side of her. It was not black, that would infer there was something. It was simply a void, they did not care for they only had eyes, hearts, minds, and souls for she that lay in front of them.

In a moment, however, she melted into the ground in a pool of bubbling blackness and as if they were on cue to do so, Neart and Dara stood and watched the bubbling morass of black and as they watched it, they were willed with it, their bodies turning a black that was darker than anything the night could produce. Both of their eyes took the red that Neart alone had before and the massive wings on Dara’s back shifted and ruffled and were silver blades sharpened and deadly power radiating from them. Neart sprouted her wings from her back, the blood spilling freely and wonderfully upon the ground, it’s deep red a contrast to the nothingness of the back.

Clear were the wings that were created. Clear and perfect, the blood dripping from them at their birth quickly dropped away. Taking a deep breath and pushing her breasts forward, Neart arched her back and the wings collapsed into her body, her skin perfect and obsidian black once more. She extended her arms in front of her, muscles made the arms swell, fingers tipped with claws as silver and sharp as Dara’s wings ended every finger.

Their transformations were instantly forgotten as they saw a pillar of raw flesh, red and meaty, emerge from the blackness and spin ever so slowly. Skin wrapped itself around like a lover, tightening over the muscle and bone, the skin was white, then red, then black again in a dazzling array of colors.

Siobhan emerged from the primordial darkness as the perfect self she had always been. Every thought and memory still with her, every love and hate still perfectly intact. Her face slowly shaped itself from the block of carnage and returned to its heartbreaking beauty. Black eyes stared at Dara and Neart from a head that cocked this way and that as the body finally finished its creation. Siobhan took a step forward from the ooze and her nude perfection was finally complete. Her hair was long and as black as her skin was now white. It was not sickly, not ivory, no it was white in its truest form. A canvas which she painted on to create herself once more.

Black eyes lined with purple, crimson red lips that pouted and teeth that were perfect in a mouth that bespoke pleasure and pain in the same breath. Her body tone and muscled, curvaceous and sensuous, everything Siobhan herself wanted. She cared not for the opinions of the sheep of the world, she was the Lioness that feasted on them at will and she would look how she pleased and no other way. From high breasts to her very toes she was the exact image of what desire was, was need would become, what all sought and very, very few ever came close to before meeting an end most dire.

When she spoke it was the voice she had always had, but Neart and Dara felt within it an echo they had not heard before, a thrum that seemed to vibrate along with the very fabric of all that was, is, and could ever hope to be.

“Neart and Dara, my closest and only loves. I am not the Mother you had, that mother died when I recreated myself. You are mine in every way, you will always be mine in every way. You obey because you know no other way to live your lives. You do it with a smile and joy in your heart because it is your purpose, your destiny, your being. You will serve me and together the three of us shall spread that which you have seen here in all directions. We shall create only what we desire and that desires us. We take because we are the Takers, we create because we are the Creators. We are Alpha and Omega, the Birth and Death, a Triumvirate of love that will cover countless infinities.”

Dara and Neart knelt, almost reflexively, as Siobhan stopped speaking and cast their eyes to her, their everything, as she walked to each of them and kissed them softly on the lips and gave a hand to each of them. They moved in lockstep with Siobhan and void dissolved into what the Goddess so desired.