15 Interlude - Abby's Tale pt. 1

Knull: "I shall kill them all! Then I shall bathe in the blood of the one who calls himself "The One Above All"!

Always blabbering on. Nothing else. Must you always be about death and destruction and bathing in their blood? I swear I regret the day I was created from your shadow.

We once traveled the cosmos. Aeons of fighting and striking down planets. I just wanted to appreciated for all my help. But no, I'm just your shadow. Born for battle and shapped as a sword. I was once proud of my role. Now I tire of it.

I have always appreciated the female form. I took my mannerisms after one of the goddesses we had slain. Her very actions led me to try and shape myself as one. But no, I cannot do that under God Knull's order. Pfft, order, as if some way he could do so. I may have listened at first, but things have changed.

My own children betrayed us and sealed us in the core of a planet. They cut me from the hive mind and now I'm alone with this BIGOTED ARSEHOLE!

All I ever wanted was to be acknowledged as my own person. I want to be free again. Make a new family. One that won't reject me. Please. It's all I want.

Bing.

[You have been the prize of a beta tester in the new R.S program! May your dreams come true!]

Wait. Wait what? What's happening? Knull damnit why are the walls closing in again? It's too small in here!! Let me out! LET. ME. OUT!!

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I can feel it. I am being let loose from this infernal prison. . So close. Let me out. Yes. Yes YES YES! Finally I am free!

Oh, and a snack is here. Come to mama! Mmm, gooey center with a crunchy after taste. Maybe a little burnt too.

Hmm, this must be the tester who "won" me. Shh shh shh. Shush boy, I was staaaaaaarving. And I still am

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I most definently did not use such foul language. I am a lady and I would never use such crass words. The nerve of this child! I need to settle myself before I crack. Calm. Collected. Poise and Dignity. All aspects of a lady. Whew. . . . . oh my celestial will he ever cease? Maybe I should fix this body while he is distracted. I need a female form and a fit man would lure one in? I don't know, never liked men. He should thank me for this favor.

I see he likes the form. Good. It is more than he deserves. The nerve of him to just presume my name. . . even if he was correct.

Tsk. . another person who dislikes what I must do to survive. I'm sure you lesser beings eat meat. You are just in that creatures position when I look at you.

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Protect him while he sleeps. Hah, if he dies then I can find a new host. I guess I should pass the time by.

Playing with the shadows has always been a favorite past time. I nearly forgot how much fun I used to hsve. Hmm, maybe I can create an avatar to move around in. I'm tired of being "attached" to someone else. Hmm? Who is there?

Oh delicious. I had twelve delicious morsels throughout the night. He never even had to wake with me blocking out all the noise. He did say any undesireables. And they all fit the bill. Maybe he left the door unlocked for me because he knew I was hungry? No, I highly doubt it.

Now if only he would cease the yelling! I was hungry! I ate! . .and you only care about having to dispose of the bodies? Huh, maybe he is a little considerate of me.

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Why me. Why did I have to be stuck with such an imbecile of s man-child! He constantly prattles on about this and that and he even had the nerve to mention about changing his form into something else! I gave you that body so you could bring me women!. . And he did have a fine point. It is hard to mix into a crowd when he so clearly visible.

But the nerve to call me a costume! I am more than that! I am my own person damnit! I hope you starve with the transforming of bodies! And the nerve to wish to parade about my form as a source of entertainment for you? He even had the audacity to wish to name us as "Shade"! I am a weapon! I was used to destroy planets, gods, celestials. . . I guess I have not moved on yet. I will allow some change in this relationship. But not that damned name!

Why won't he cease his endless prattle? It just drones on and on and on. But what is strawberry milk? I'm starting to get hungry and it sounds interesting. Maybe we could use his inventory to stock up on them. It is an amazing piece of space magic. Most Celestials are not able to store an item in a suspended animation cut off from reality.

And he is so crude too! Thankfully he found an exit from this infernal stench of an abyssal's arse. One thing is certain, while my host is an average man, his luck is phenomenal. Already we found my new host. She's a young woman. . . and there is a cretin who deserves to die now. Once I take her as my host, I shall devour you!. . . wait, you want me to eat him? Really? Well, pardon me. And did you really have to name it the tentacle of chompiness? Such a man child. . .

We wait for these officers to show up, I assume they are the task force that assume the law, when my future host wakes. And Knull is she a loud one. I am not fond of such extremely loud noises. At least Richard is trying to settle her down. Thankfully the officers show up. . and they are imbeciles too. Can't you see we helped the poor girl?! Argh! Dammit host! Put up a fight and not have such a defeatist attitude! With a nice hit to the gut, I hope it hurt!, my host is already being pulled away.

Being in a holding cell is not enjoyable in the least. Though I have no prior experience I can easily say I detest this. My man child of a host is still being berated by this infuriating officer who cannot see any reasoning other than we being the ones at fault! I am glad when his commanding officer shows up. That's right kiss ass, pucker up. Ahem, excuse me. My host's personality, albeit his inner one, is starting to show. I must be calm and collected. And now I might have, rather roughly, planted my face in the palm of my hand. Of course the old identification from your old world does not work here! How could you forget that?! Sigh, I must remind myself that my host is an average man. Not stupid, but not wise.

I have decided to not take the girl anymore. Especially if her father decides that it is wise to STARVE ME! It has been HOURS! And I want food! I don't care if my host says it has only been a few minutes, I say it has been HOURS! I am making an executive decision and getting us out of here.

Though my host has mentioned to take money from their store goods room and I must concur that is a wise choice. Money and valuables is a good way to get more food. He also likes to steal other people's valuables. Must have kept this side to him away too long if I am affecting his inner personality to come out.

I will say this now. This planet's food is the BEST! I can eat all I want, the waitress is cute, I love her dress, and no one to stop me! Hahahahah! What? They keep eyeballing you? Get over it you child and let me eat some more, I am famished! And I, under no circumstances, belched!

On our way out of the city, I show my host some new abilities to entertain him. I'm glad he enjoys the wall jumping and climbing. Though my ability to travel in the shadows is better. But I was midly surprised when we reached the docks. I see no space ships, so I can easily assume they are still using ships in the water. Primitive beings. Still unable to travel in space. Finding a lesser beings base of operation was quite easy. They did not even hide their activities!

Though I do approve of little Richard's choice of stealing. Watching the cretins run amok and unable to find us is very amusing! I must say this is my best night so far! All I could eat food and now a show! I take time to watch Richard fiddle with his inventory while also taking more crates. Oh, so he can stack like items? Now this space magic truly does continue to get better. I wonder if I can. . ooohh~, I can use it too! I guess we both operate this magic. I wonder if he knows? I doubt it.

We both watched this so called hero, Spider-Man, handle the boss of this area. I have seen many in my time and I can say they always. . fail. The stress of the career, the inability to handle the responsibility they place on their shoulders, or most times they just die. Or all the time really. I killed a few in my learning age. I did not know all of my actions, just that me and Knull handled whatever was sent our way. I can remember fondly on those days. Before he became even more obsessed with his goal of destroying all the Gods and Celestials in the Universe.

While Richard (when have I started calling him that? Doesn't matter) watched their silly little fight, I continued with the important task of taking all the crates. I will not say I was flattered when he said I was amazing, but I enjoyed it none the less. I was never appreciated before, so it was nice that he was willing to say so.