Hello again, viewers! Mojo here with another X-citing tale of the perverse. With the recent news of the MvC games being re-released, I thought it was time for another installment. This one stars Jill Valentine, The Queen of Resident Evil and an almost-sandwich that launched a thousand memes. She faces off against Shuma-Gorath, who is maybe most well known as the tentacle guy from Marvel vs. Capcom 2!
Can you see where this is heading?
This will be very BDSM-heavy, so buckle up.
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Jill couldn't believe she had listened to the old crone when she had told her to come to this place. It could have been a trap--should have been a trap--yet, when the Raccoon City Police Officer walked through the gothic doors of the church, there was no ambush waiting for her on the other side.
After the outbreak Raccoon City, Jill Valentine wanted something quieter, calmer, away from the city. Unfortunately for her, Chris Redfield had other ideas. So, when she transferred to the sleepy coast town of Carter's Bay, she went alone. But as trouble had a way of following her--or her following it--Jill soon became embroiled in a conspiracy involving the "Cult of the Seeing Eye."
No one in Carter's Bay was willing to divulge information and her fellow law enforcement didn't seem to care much about it. So it felt like fate when she came across the old woman living in the trailer on the outskirts of town.
"The church on the hill," the old woman said. "That's where you will find the Great One Who Slumbers."
The church was overgrown with dead vines and derelict in every sense of the word. Its once brilliant stained glass windows depicting a host of different scenes of the bible were now either broken or spray-painted by the same eye symbol she had seen popping up all over town. At the far end was the sanctuary, but the altar where mass was once said, was now broken in half.
Jill made her way up the aisle between the rows of worn pews and up the steps to the altar. Something large had fallen on it, causing it to break like that, but she couldn't tell what. Next to the altar stood a podium and on it a book. Jill inspected the book, expecting to find a bible or some other Christian book but there was nothing Christian about it.
This book was an old tome, ancient with yellow pages that looked like they would turn to dust if she tried to turn the page. It was open, the page on the left written in a script that she had never seen before, jagged and sharp. An image was painted on the right page, depicting an eye surrounded by tentacles among a sea of black. There was a small blue ball that the eye appeared to be looking at and as Jill leaned in to look closer, she realized that the ball was the planet Earth.
"Glorious, isn't he?" a voice said from behind her.
Jill spun around, her gun drawn.
The crone stood behind the broken altar.
"Jesus," Jill said. "Where did you come from?"
"Jesus hasn't had anything to do with this place for quite some time," the crone said. "Did you read from the book?"
"No," Jill said. "I don't even know what language it's in."
"Take another look. I think you'll find that you do know it."
With her gun still trained on the crone, Jill turned her head to the left and glanced at the pages. Then, she did a double take. There on the page, where there was once chicken scratches of a language that she didn't understand, was now an elegant prose that she could read well.
"You can read it now, can't you?" the crone said.
"Y-yes."
"And what does it say?"
Jill swallowed, unsure if she should read from it, but she felt herself compelled to anyway.
"'...and I will give up my body to the Tentacled One, so that He may make me whole, so that I may see as He sees, with His all-seeing eye. I will experience the pleasures of His touch, letting his writhing appendages...'" She stopped. "What the hell is this?"
"You said you wanted help for your problem Officer Valentine," the crone said. "You wanted something that would help you vanquish those you fight. Keep reading to find it."
After a moment's hesitation, she continued. "'...letting His writhing appendages fill me and cover me, receiving His gifts before He consumes all, as He consumes this universe and then others as He sees fit. For we are nothing but His playthings, His meals as He is the master of us all. He is Shuma-Gorath."
As the passage ended, Jill felt a wave come over herself and she felt as though she might faint. She staggered forward and dropped her gun to the ground as she struggled to keep her balance. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing as the wave passed her and when she opened them again, her gun was gone. So was the crone. So was the church.
The wood slats of the church floor was replaced with cyclopean stones that were fitted together to create an uneven floor. She looked around and saw she was surrounded by stone pillars that rose up unevenly, some 20-feet tall and others shorter than Jill.
"Welcome to my domain, child," a voice echoed throughout the stones.
Jill reflexively pulled her knife from her boot and spun around, looking for the source of the voice. "Where am I? Show yourself."
"You are in the domain of Shuma-Gorath," the voice boomed. "As for my appearance, you may find it to be...beyond your comprehension."
Jill gritted her teeth. "Try me."
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble and a shadow rose over the tallest pillars. A pair of gigantic tentacles shot forth and wrapped around the tales of the rocks. Then she saw it. At first, Jill saw what she thought was a large white glass circle with a red slit down the middle, but as the circle blinked, she realized she was looking at the gigantic eye of some tentacled creature.
The creature's gaze was immediately penetrating. She could feel its very presence in her thoughts and realized when it spoke again, that it wasn't actually speaking to her as it had no physical mouth that she could see, but telepathically communicating with her.
