Lloth's voice was thick with sarcasm as she says, "Ready to return to your love? He is waiting for you."
She shoved her hand into the heart of Shynta and began to fill it with the abyss itself. She enjoyed Shynta's screams as she began to shrink down to the same size of the others. Once she reached softball size Lloth held Shynta in her hand, she knew Shynta could see her and smiled at her, even going to far as to kiss the ball that was Shynta's soul before placing it in the sack. Lloth turned to the demon and left instructions for him to bring the sack when she summoned him, with that she left the demi-plane and began that plane walk to her toy Intra.
In Intra's dark chamber, Shyntaunlin was lying deceased on the altar. As Intra entered with her daughter followed closely by Dementia's play thing Yathrin looking dutifully at her love, well to be more accurate her everything, she fell to her knees and began worshiping Dementia's feet. Intra entered a trance-like state as Lloth took control of her thrall. Once in full control of Intra she began chanting in Demonic and summoned Dementia's father who held a sack that cries could be heard coming from. He handed the sack to Intra/Lloth who opened the sack and said the name Shyntaunlin. As the soul rose to the top she grabbed the twisted soul that was now half black and half red, Dementia told her lover to heal the woman when she tells her, Yathrin rose and stood waiting to fulfill her mistresses wish. Intra thrust the soul back into the lifeless corpse and Dementia told her slave to begin. Dementia watched her possessed mother and her toy bring life to Shyntaunlin making her hands twitch and her body heave as her glowing black eyes opened to look at Intra and seeing Lloth her mistress, as her body began to heal and return to life. Intra helped her up. The woman that was Shynta was no more, her soul destroyed in the torment of being faithful to Lloth. She was fused with the darkness and depravity that allowed her to return to this plane and completely loyal to Lloth.
Shynta fully synergized with her old body in a back chamber where all the new unmentionables were gathering and being equipped. She was handed a short sword that looked like something a Roman Legionnaire would use with runes etched into the blade, the only other difference besides the runes was the round pommel. Like all Drow Shynta had been trained in how to use such a weapon. However, she had studied magic and was not as good as Zilvra, most certainly not even close to Belar. She unsheathed the sword and felt the flow of demonic energy within the blade. She watched as the blade began to segment, doubling the length of the weapon, marveling as the blade split into three and began to take the shape of snake heads. Looking at the snakes writhing she understood why they were given such a weapon and seeing the same kind of demonic symbols on the leathers she was being handed, it was becoming clear to her that the leathers like the sword held a surprise.
Donning the armor she could feel her awareness of the world around her diminish. She could still see and hear, but her other senses were gone/ She tried to order her body to take the armor off but her body didn't respond. That is when she remembered Lloth's promise and understood just how twisted her goddess truly was. She was helpless to stop her own body as it went after her own family and Henri. If she didn't gain control of her own body and her family survived until Renewal how would Henri free her from the Demon Web, her body shivered at the thought of going back to such a place forever. Her anger boiled at how easily Lloth had played her. The odd thing was the angrier she got, the more her other senses returned, she could also feel her magical power growing as she saw the runes on the armor glow.
She watched as the others got up and moved towards another door across the room. Her own body began to move toward the same door and she swore that before her body moved she heard the word "come" in her mind. She tried again to fight her own body's movements, as she fought she felt her awareness fade and even noticed her ruins begin to fade and with it the boost to her power. She loathed feeling powerless in her own body, this anger was giving her power and she now understood that in order to control her body she needed to be angry, or filled with hate. Slowly she thought of things that made her angry, things she hated, and sure enough the more hate the more control she had. She could feel her leathers as her body stopped only 2m from the door in front of which the other Drowesses had formed ranks.
The door opened and in walked a Mind Flayer wearing robes with demonic runes on them, it stopped just inside the door. Shynta understood being this close to a Mind Flayer was well within his/her influence. From where she was standing she could see some of the others and wondered if a Mind Flayer could control all of them. She heard him/her give the order to move out in her head and wondered if it had been corrupted, or was it like her and the others? She knew of nothing that could be offered to get any of them to betray the hive. Walking through the doors she passed the Illithid, she saw it turn and follow her as she passed into the next room. This was huge room maybe 20m by 25m with 4m high ceilings and rich tapestries, soft light stones lit the room and hurt her to be in that much light.
In one corner was a full length mirror. Like all Drow she was vain and wondered what she looked like now, so as she headed to the mirror to check herself out. Standing before the mirror she looked at her resplendent curves, her eyes saw that her hair still had Henri's braid her pride soared at the sight. Her eyes finally came to her face. She saw her eyes, black flames coming from the sockets that flicked her eyebrows like a log on a fire. Her pride destroyed by the sight of her deformed beauty, she flew into a rage and struck the mirror fracturing it. Looking at her hand, which she had moved on her own, and reveling in the power that flowed through her, her eye caught her reflection. She saw as her face twisted with rage that the flames now cleared her head.
While unimaginable power flowed through her, making her feel drunk from the power, a small child-like voice resounded within her pleading with her not to give in and be like Lloth. Hearing that voice and seeing her visage she comprehended the trap, to move her body was to give in to Lloth and giving in meant becoming one with the Demon Web. She wanted to scream in rage at her predicament, but held off out of fear that she would not be able to resist next time. Shynta knew what she had to do, she let go of her hate, her anger, her hope of control. She watched the black flames shrink until they could barely be seen as did the power that the Demon Web was tempting her with.
The Illithid watched wondering if she would fall to the power offered as he had. He knew he could make her fall with a little push but had been told not to by Lloth herself. He wondered why she fought while the others had embraced it, what made her special? Digging through her memories he saw images of Henri and the powerful emotions that they gave off, he could twist them and Shynta would fall quickly, he wondered why Lloth would not let him do so. Little did he know that any coerced actions would be known by the angels and that person would be freed from her grasp, they had to damn themselves and so be Lloth's forever.
The goddess ordered her to bring in the next body as Shynta walked out and dragged Micarylafay into the room and placed her lifeless body on the altar. As Intra began to bring forth yet another of the unmentionables, these were not living Drow but those who had recently died and were turned into something much darker. While a Dark Sister had the ability of self-preservation, the Unmentionables would carry out their orders to the death. Deep down some of them sought to return to their slumber but Lloth held half of their soul and would reap vengeance for their failure. While being tormented in the afterlife was to be accepted, to draw further torment was to be avoided at all costs. On the altar the failed transformation of Micarylafay left Intra very unhappy, the bullet from Henri's gun had blown a fist sized hold in the back of her skull destroying about twenty-five percent of her brain. This could not be cured with healing magic and then restore the soul, a soul needed to be in a body for it to heal.
Mica awoke on a soft bed on red spider silk sheets in a 5 meter square room with rich carvings of Lloth in all her glory on the walls. Above her head was Lloth with her three children, Sabbaste goddess of Drow Magic, Alakdiirn god of Theft and Murder, and Eilistraee goddess of Beauty and Fertility. The far wall had Lloth smiling as she was standing over the dead body of her children's father the Elven god Melandrach; the arrow fired by Eilistraee could clearly be seen. To her right she saw the Ascension when Lloth become goddess of the Demon Web, mistress of deceit, corruption and great goddess of all Drow. To her left she saw the door and on the wall was the Descent when the Drow followed Lloth into the darkness never to bask in the light again.
Mica knew she had died and remembered the torture she had endured, so wherever this was it had to be the Demon Web, but whose room was it? Did the dead need to sleep? She was shaken out of her conundrum when the door started to open, her jaw fell open as she saw Lloth dressed in a gossamer strapless dress that showed off Lloth's ample breasts, the dress had a web like sash that attached to each wrist, a spider crown with a red hour glass shaped ruby on Lloth's head with webs that highlighted the goddesses eyes, similar spiders were on each wrist with webs that covered Lloth's arms to the elbow. Lloth walked towards Mica, who thought her goddess floated more than walked, Lloth was the pinnacle of beauty for all Drow and many drowess wished to be as beautiful as she is but feared the goddess' wrath if compared. Lloth sat at the side of the bed and leaned forward acting both motherly and flirtatious which unnerved Mica as she tried not to look at the goddess' bountiful cleavage, trying and failing to maintain eye contact.
Lloth smiled as she saw Mica's eyes go to her breasts as she thought, 'she has all but damned herself to me all she needs is a little push.'
