Godeater’s dark presence filled the cracks and hollows and shadows within the ship itself, and at the same time slipped into the depths of Freya’s body. To her, it felt all at once ubiquitous and subliminal, as though it was next to her, but also all around her.
It hung in the back of her mind like an ominous shadow, and caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand out straight.
For someone who was absolutely sure of every particle in her body, having something unknowable that close to her was deeply unsettling and unnerving. And that was putting it lightly. It was akin to peering down an endless hole where some ancient eldritch horror slept.
And then falling into it.
As it crept all throughout her, thin black lines like a circuit board appeared on Freya’s skin, much like it did with Lucifer. But unlike her other half, she resisted its full takeover, and pushed Godeater just to the very edges of her being.