Demonic trial (259 words)

Somewhere in a dark void, two figures a discussing something.

One of them has the shape of a demonic abomination with tens of arms and legs while sprouting all kinds of different animal limbs.

Meanwhile the other looks like a well-endowed female human with the exception of her pair of horns, wings and the tail, which give her a more "exotic" appearance.

"You are sure this human is the right choice?" The female figure asks in a honey laced voice.

"As sure as one can be with those chaotic things. Types like this one have increasingly started to appear over the years." A symphony of voices, each different from the other, speak from a multitude of mouths of different shapes and sizes strewn out across the abominations body.

"Their minds start to wander and abstract beliefs and views take form as the reality around them becomes too colorless for them to stay focused on. It would normally do nothing much as they lack the means to express their view of the world into that colorless reality, but if for some reason they were suddenly gifted the means to express their thoughts… what kind of things do you think they would reveal to the world." The abominations words are creepily hanging around the black void as the female figure remained silent.

"Sigh, then lets get this over with." Saying that, the woman clasps her hands together before slowly opening them again.

Between her palms a purplish red sphere had formed that radiates from the demonic energy that made it up.