Chaos Uniting Digestion?


Written by Septia.


Far to the north in the old world, beyond valleys and mountains, past where any civilized settlements of sentient creatures claimed their abode, lies a realm ruled by dust. Plains taxed by war; ground trampled; and cracked earth spanned along carbonised vegetation. A realm wroth in constant conflict to the amusement of beings beyond creation. The land itself afflicted and poisoned by its planar overlap with the realm of Chaos, Aethyr: The Chaos wastes. 
	Here the eyes of the ruinous power remain ever vigilant, spying for their devotees eager to prove their service and mettle to the powers beyond, to but for a moment, be noticed.
Deep into this ruined landscape run by chaos and maligned forces… stood a wooden hut, its condition a contrast to the ruination surrounding it. Its door creaked open, and a figure clad in purple robes emerged to sample the sharp winds tasking of baked limestone and ashen citrus. Gawwic, the slime warlock, stepping over bodies of cultists and daemonspawn, fresh from the confrontation of the wandering war bands had sieged before him and his hut was manifested into this plane. The slime tugged bodies together, forming a circular pattern of the dead: the medium of corpses used to draw an unholy sigil. 
	“All right, these should be approaching peak condition, if I understand this world's magic, that is,” the warlock mumbled. 
	“Do you?” came an impartial shout from inside the hut.
	“Hush,” Gawwic called in response as he turned back, bearing witness to his boyfriend. 
	The catboy was occupying a substantial portion of the structure; A carpet of belly domed from the the floor to just below where they were smoothered by two sacks of man boobs. The thighs and flanks of the corpulent catboy welled out to his sides and anchored him in place, the hams and haunches partially covering over the plump stumps of what used to be his legs, splayed out on either side. He looked to be more fat than cat… His figure blooming of bulk, reminiscent of the first few layers of a stacked cake, sculpted, and clothed in a layer of marzipan to smoothen out the details on the hillocks of boy chub. 
	Ren was reading, Fundamentala Metoder av Matematikens Ekonomi propped up in the expanse between his double chin and man chest. The stubby, overstuffed sausage arms still partially clad in his signature blue suit, looked like that sausage casing was soon to burst, the rest of the suit hanging behind the top of his back: the suit looked like a bib that had been strapped on the wrong way. 
	The catboy angel's halo providing enough light to keep his pages lit. 
	Gawwic shuffled back inside. “Alright Ren, I'm going to start the ritual soon, you feel prepared?” 
	“A-huh,” Ren mouthed.
	“Are you still hung up about earlier?”
	Ren huffed. “You said we were going to see Aether.”
	Gawwic sighed. “I said we would go where the presence of – the Aethyr – was strongest.”
	Ren muttered and returned to his book.
	“We only have so many innocents' hearts for the sacrifices before I'd need to fetch more. So I'm counting on you. Just so we are on the same page. Do you understand?” 
	Ren glanced up from over the ridge of the book. “You're going to summon demons, so that you can summon a demon. Isn't that redundant?” 
	“Juiblex is a god not a… eeh, least I know you're listening.” Gawwic leaned in to plant his whole face at Ren's bellybutton, giving it a deep -Shhrlrlsp- sloppy smooch. 
	Ren shuddered, making the foundation to the hut quiver with him. 
	Gawwic looked up. “I love you.” 
	“Love you.” 


~ 1 ~


Gawwic headed out to the circle. Burlap sack of hearts in one hand, barbed wire in the other. “Right, hope I'm doing this right,” he said, and began the ritual. 


//Ritual Redacted for the Purpose of Preserving the Populace// 


The corpses on the ground shone in through a spectrum of pink and purples, malforming with a thunderous cracking of joints and marrow -Chhrlgph- -Crrrkkkt- As the mark of the prince of lust imprinted upon the ground, and the dust covered sediments parted into a crevice, then a canyon, then a pit. And through the pit rose a crown of sleek contorted horns upon a pale ashen face, extended into a cackling smile of equine features and a carnivore's teeth lining the end of the oblong muzzle. Two pairs of arms unspooled form the gate and cracked the surrounding ground as the being rose high, one pair ending in immaculate long, delicate fingers glistenening with painted talons. The other arm was mutated into a scaled carapace of a crustacean’s claw. Half its torso lithe and protruding with a gilded breast, and the other strapping a chiselled three-pack and sturdy pectoral. Its body bound in an immaculate harness of leather straps, and ornamented with a retinue of golden piercings, holding up banners of silk with arcane runes shimmering across them. The figure rose till it stood three times the height of the hut, sprawling forth in a stretch of all its glory: an exalted greater demon of slaanesh. 
	The Daemon surveiled its surroundings, then glanced to the ground, at the lone warlock. Its lips ripped into a musclebound grin. It spoke with a voice of buttered honey and and gravel on glass. “Daring mortal, prove thy devotion to the prince of excess, and regale me with desire.”
	“Actually I am not that keen on devoting myself to slaanesh, but I really think they got some good points-OFouurhgak-.” Gawwic's sentence – and body – was skewered by the arm of the exalted daemon at speeds beyond speed. Carving through his coat like a burning axe through cheese. 
	The daemon smiled, then tilted its head in confusion. 
	Gawwic remained, a tad winded and feeling voices of chaotic influence spread through his slime, but coherent. He readied a spell “Greater diminishment,” he called. 
	The daemon tilted its head back. Bearing its teeth. “We shall humor your greed for lust,” it mused, and as its frame shrunk in stature, the smaller claw slipping back out from the tear in the slime's coat as the warlock concentrated in the midst of the chaotic realm's magic invading his system. 
	“Got them. Now Ren, go for them,” he cried out as the daemon now stood barely above the roof of the hut.
	Silence asphyxiated the air. 
	“Ren?” 
	More silence. 
	“Ren?” he cried out and looked back. 
	Ren flipped over another page in the book. Then peeked up from his reading. “Huh? Did you start?” 
	“Oh for juiblex sake, just grab them already.” 
	“Oh, right,” Ren said and closed the book. 
	“What do you harbor in-…” The daemon said and peeked through the opening. Its eyes glimmering. “Ooo, a living exemplary of excess,” it mused. Ren took his opportunity to strike. Grabbing a hold of the daemon's horns like handlebars when it closed in to inspect him, and pulled it into his arched-back maw. 
	“Such Greed,” the daemon remarked as its face was subsumed by the catboy's lips… 
	Ren's cheeks distended in bloats from the nest of sprawling horns as he fed the daemon to his own bottomless pit. -Googuglsphsh- -Oolgpgush- Ren swallowed up the shoulders, trawling the figure through the doorway, its protruding body jamming in the doorway, but forced through to crack and rend the planks asunder before the sharp-scaled protrusion of the entity. -Cllpghth- The door clattering off its hinges and front walls crumbling around the circumference of the creature as Ren hauled it down his gullet. 
	“Mmfmf gmmo,” Ren mumbled as he sampled the magical being's manifested form. Tongue gracing over the greater daemon's bust. “Burghs,” he retched, but then his tongue landed on the immaculate pec next to it, “Mmfngf…” he mumbled, taste and mind conflicted, though coughing them back up now would be more effort. -Lglouughs- The catboys' lips warped like wet clay over the daemon's body, dragging them down in malformed lumps down his neck, inflating the top of his abdomen, bloating his stomach to a blimp resting upon the fat undercut -Gshgsllapgh- As he suckled down the hooves and meaty tail of the claimed daemon by his lips -Shhrlrlpfufutalp- -Mmgghsah- “Phoo,” Ren leaned back, holding over his gut, still sampling the inside of his mouth. 
	“Paaa,” Gawwic panted out and stood, brushing off his cloak, “How was that, Ren?” 
	“I killed the woman.” Ren stated. 
	The gut contorted and jostled, shaking the blubbery form beneath it. “Mfmnaa, I could get used to this…” came a whisper form within. 
	Ren clenched his gut, groaning as a series of burbles overtook his abdomen, and the bloat rapidly deflated -Ghrbglgl- his frame absorbing and dissolving the magic based being… A loud -Buruaaahghalp- left his lips. He could steady himself, Ren felt this vessel's physiology invade. 
	His frame thumped from within, contracting and spreading outwards. Gawwic's spell was wearing off, and the digesting daemon delivered a deluge of of demonic diffusion. His torso cracked like rubber as the amplified mass engorged his frame -Cbhghrngns- The sagging frame rounding out with a freshly baked bath of blubber for his hills of fat to become mountains, his thighs slammed into the walls, reducing the furniture in its path to rubble under the stream press of boy fat -Chhrpgllcht-. His stomach smooshing outwards and filling up the door, smushing Gawwic out of the rounded threshold. 
	The bookshelves behind stood no chance against Ren and the punishment of his colossal ass. The girth was not all that the angel suffered. His ears extended, toughened into a violet cartilage and sprouting skywards, into his halo. The ring of golden light tarnished in a flash of purple, cracking and merging the horns into a crude replica of the symbol of excess. His hair straightened backward and solidified into a solid block of purple onyx, and the suit below it ripped into shreds and unveiled the skin twisting and congealing into a shroud of scales that calcified into carapace.
	His skin warped into ashen and indigo hues, bleeding through his pale ass like ink in oil, in the midst of another belch his tongue rolled out -Bhruaaoaoorursahlp- and in the wake of the thrust of guttural gas the tongue elongated, its top pointed to a sharp prick and coiling down his expanding triple chins, sloughing all the way over his breasts. His right arm swelling, fingers blotting out until the skin burst off of the sausage fingers like the peels of an orange,a slicked claw protruding in its place, pulsating with girth as the mass of Ren magnified, bulk welling up over the walls like dough rising against a bowl, flattening everything it in its path under the bulk of his boy blubber. Ren panting heavily, a shuddering groan reverberating through his neck, his irises blackened, which soon spread to his eye whites, until he stared with three black open gates. He aimed his mouth and eyes toward Gawwic, who was resting on the front of his gut. Ren wheezed, breath hot and tongue flicking and wringing like serpent. 
	“Well that's definitely something,” Gawwic noted. “How's that feel?” 
	Ren stared into Gawwic's soul. “I'm horny.” 
	Gawwic shuddered for a second. 
	Ren turned around, panting, his breath picking up, claws clacking together. “Where is my book?” 
	“Ehm, I don't know, probably somewhere under all that ass.” 
	“I neeeeed it,” Ren wheezed. 
	Gawwic did his best to nestle down along the side of Ren's body. Definitely not taking his time being smothered as flat as those books under his boyfriend's ass, not feeling every motion and gurgle vibrate out through the luscious slabs of flesh and blubber milling into him, nope, he definitely didn't do that. 
	Eventually, he presented the book to Ren, who napped the volume of Fundamentala Metoder av Matematikens Ekonomi out of Gawwic's grip and tore into it. 
	Ren's fangs rendered through the cover, tearing the page chunks to shreds, bite after bite, he worked through the dense tome, gnawing the textbook into pulp, globules of pulped paper drooling down his lips in gellated globules of ink and dead trees. 
	Ren inhaled through his nose and groaned out in a guttural howl -Ghhrlgaauahghghs-. “I can taste the knowledge.” 
	“Ah,” the slime noted, watching his boyfriend passionately devour and shred every scrap of the book. “Well then, we're off to a pretty good start,” he noted, and spent some time spreading his body out over Ren's abdomen, groping and kneading into all this luscious new magical flab. The walls of the hut -Chhrrnnrnk- creaking around them with every shift and movement of Ren's body grinding against the walls. 


But Gawwic had bigger plans than this alone. The insurgent chaotic energy lingering after the exalted daemon's entrance could be coalesced into a lure, boosting the coming ritual's success. And if they got one, they could get another… 


~ 2 ~


The dust stirring winds grew stale, the flavor of the fouled air carrying the carrion in every breath. Gawwic stepped back from the ruinous summoning circle, the ground ruptured, chunks of sandstone falling into the abyss, and in its place raising a smog that lingered, and crawled on the ground. 
	The joy of the ritual working was dashed from Gawwic's eyes, as the smog crept through his vicinity, and he felt his slime bubble. Cavities in his composition breathing open as imaginable and unimaginable diseases alike infested his being. A low, guttural laughter echoed in the depths of the tones making the world its own cathedral of filth, as the daemon manifested. Rising form the pit was a mountain of green flesh, a behemoth whose frame laid riddled in undulating boils and tears of decay through its rotting flesh. Its guts spilling out over the brim of the portal, through the three crossroad of gouges across its belly. Small hordes of smaller green daemons spilling out of the hanging stomach and intestines in tow. The filth in the air was palatable, tactile… solid. Akin to being hit across the face with a sac of diseased bricks. 
	The creature spoke through its jaw which split six ways, but each segmented flaps of lips had its down corresponding row of yellowed, caries infested teeth, the voice having the consistency of filling your ears with mud “The Plague Father shall bestow his blessings on this realm.” 
	The waves of disease plumped at the walls of the hut, the long since dead wood come alive with a host of plagues rotting them form the inside out. The foundation of the hut eroding, pits of blackened tar drooping out of globs from the pits in the wood as the boards melted. And as they did they unveiled more and more of Ren inside. The gaping patches melting, giving way for bushels of Ren's own corpulent form to plod through. The square of Ren piling up against the walls of the hut in a contrasting field of purple Ren-caps in the green moss and rot eaten wood, jiggling like fresh soufflés. -Crkrk- and then the creaks trickled through the house, growing sharper, as the stability wore down still under the constant pressure of fat within. And soon, Ren's body broke through this barrier… -Chhhrkkghth- -Ctgggnd- Cracks shot out with pangs of moist boards, as the the decrepit hut crumpled and flung its planks off of Ren's buoyant body. His fat reserves billowing out from the foundation of the hut and the ruins of its walls, jostling to and fro form the sudden ejection of the housing. -Gnnghgsbh- His frame jostling to and fro, and sagging outwards – like a loaf of bread brought out of the oven halfway through baking. Ren, drooling of book-matter, a word soup of saliva down his chest, stared up at that the gargantuan, walking monolith of decay and inevitability, coming closer with a broad smile that defied the malleable limits of its plagued meat. 
	“A-alright, Ren, h-have at them,” Gawwic called out, trying to plug the holes in his slime form, but watching as more of himself was spilling out. 
	“What, no?” Ren refuted. 
	“Reeeen,” Gawwic wheezed out. “I can't deal with this one right now.” 
	Watching his robes constrict and sink into his own slime, faltering and drooping apart into more goop.
	Ren considered Gawwic. Saw genuine distress. Ren breathed. And Stared down the daemon. “Hey,” he called out. 
	The greater unclean one's attention honed in from the nebulous middle distance, to the portly peal of a catboy demon spawn. It approached, moving in a hazing, phlegmatic peristalsis against the ground. It spoke with words that tainted the senses, yet rung of true kindness that let it nestle deep past the mind’s defences. “Child, your form is magnificent, pleasing to the eye.” 
	“I know, right?” Gawwic chimed in. 
	The daemon continued, gesturing to the symbol of slaanesh crowning Ren’s form. “Your allegiance makes no matter, the Plague Father shall always welcome you.” The Exalted daemon extended a hand out towards Ren, dripping with disease. 
	Ren's body shook, then his guts ripples. His navel contorted and oscillated, until the guts split open, with a tear of fleshed -Chhrlrlgphth- the stomach bearing itself open into a depth of gluttony, flabs of sculpted flesh forming pseudo teeth along the top and bottom of the gut, and a liquid floor of a tongue sloughed out. Tendrils of – yet sculpted – meat wired out of the stomach-maw, shooting out with sharpened tips of bone to stab or wrap into the meat of the daemon, drawing the behemoth in closer. 
	The daemon seemed unbothered. Laughing and still wandering forwards, into Ren's reach. The tendrils wrapping around the beast rotting and slopping apart, yet resculpting from their necrotic stature, a constant battle of renewing mutations and inevitable atrophy. Rotting, reforming, resculpting, melding into the flesh as they came closer. 
	“A precious, darling boy. So much potential,” the unclean one blistered. 
	But Ren held no quarter. His stomach lips stretched, expanding as his tendrils drew the daemon close into his living abyss. The pustule ridden flesh of the daemon swabbed over by the pale pink and purple hued skin. 
	The unclean one raised its weapon, a mace corroded to its core… then, swung it towards Ren, deflected by a swathe of animated flesh, molting and sloughing off after the great impact of the weapon, but reforming Ren's body, and successfully deflecting the blow. The unclean one dropped its weapon and laughed. “Aaah ha haa ah ah, then show me the visage of the Plague Father through your mortal coil, my child,” he bellowed as Ren's stomach wrapped over his head -Cskkklpth-. The daemon drawn into Ren's reaches, morphing his gut broad into a sculpt of the rotting carnival of a hill wedged into his body, magnifying his size through the protrusion in the gut alone. “That's disgusting…” Ren whimpered out as he absorbed the source of this contagion. Gut rattling as the aperture of his lips slowed over the reeking beast -GLLrggpkt-. 
	The air still laid infested with the Plague Father’s gift. Gawwic doing his best to keep himself together, as Ren's stomach grumbled -Ghhrlrlblpgh-. His stomach thumped inwards with a quake -Chhglrpghh- Ren's frame hoisting upwards as the bulk of this otherworldly behemoth was processed into his system -Cbbghthg- -Cbhghthg- again his whole frame shook, waves of expedited putrefaction ravished the former catboy's body. Fat building upon fat, his stomach bulldozing outwards with new chins of pudge plowing into the ground, his legs buried under the animate bulk of blubber. His hind raising up behind him with unfathomable calories bolstering his ass to a bulwark of bloated bile infused bulk. The Purple and pink skin bubbling with an off-yellow hue, bleeding with dotted spirals into the sleek daemon's skin. Osseous matter forming elbows and shoulders sprung through his skin -Chthgpguuurght- erupting into pillars of orc-like horns. Severely more curved antler like protrusions sprouting from under his mounds of belly, cupping and holding it. With each branch of antlers a wicked finger digging into his meat and letting it swell and protrude into the interspace of its digits, perpetually massaging and groping the gargantuan form of his gut. The horns upon his head sprouting new gnarled appendages, till a tree of antlers morphed into the three boiled mark of nurgle. His body gallant and rippling, yellowed boils cropping up into the darkest concentration of green skin, his jowls drooping down to his shoulders, melding his silhouette to one homogenous blob of corpulent fat and horny greed… 
	“MggpaHaaaaa.” Ren wheezed out, still feeling his incises reknitting and contorting through the wills of digesting raw magics. 
	Watching his slime boyfriend slumped over on the ground, in a sorry state, drooping over in a sluggish puddle. 
	“Gawwic,” Ren called. The slime peering up as he saw a passion bubbling up as a yellow blotch on the pitch black eyes, “noww.” 
	“I-I could use a moment, just to grab a n-new body,” Gawwic mumbled. 
	Then the shadow of Ren came to loom over him. “Oh no.” He glanced up, seeing the star's above blotted out by the hulking monstrosity of his corpulent boyfriend, less moving and more… rolling towards him, watching the ground divot under his weight as Ren slumped over to bulldoze his boyfriend beneath his weight -Bghrlplggrrlcrrllkts- Gawwic making a gallant squalling splash as his totality was entombed by Ren. A slime frame smothered under the tons worth of ass -Chhgllghgh- and the grinds that ushered Gawwic to delve deeper, and sculpt his member to penetrate through the massive canyon of an ass Ren now sported, spelunking through the blots plains of blubber… The ground quaked as Ren forced himself down on the malleable splotch of his boyfriend, savoring every sensation of forcing Gawwic to sate his lust. An incredible exhaustion of succulence revved through hm, scanted down on him, making a Ren-gut-shaped impression into the ground with Gawwic molded through it, letting all his weight drop… Gawwic getting himself properly laid by his boyfriend. 


~ 3 ~


Ren let out a long sigh. His body revolving backwards off of Gawwic. A Crinkling strain of slime cracked out, tethers of lime goo drawn between his belly, ass, and the puddle making up the center of the Ren belly-n-ass shaped crater. From above, due to the width of both ass cheeks andthe oblong stretch the gut took up, the whole indent in the earth was like a crude heart, with Gawwic at its center. Whatever disease or chaotic influence had afflicted Gawwic could have been the end for his current vessel… however, Ren had demolished him long before that could take into effect. 
	“Mgblaa, gafs…” Gawwic blurted out through partially formed lips.
	“Get up,” Ren said to Gawwic in a monotone trill. 
	“Mmgh. Bhoy assfm…” Gawwic mumbled. 
	“Or don't,” Ren responded in the same tone, “It is not my ritual.” 


-Dgggmmth- The Ground quaked. The pit roared, flames licking up the rim of the rocks and melting it into lava. Through the wall of screaming flames erupted a monster of fury incarnate, drawn like a moth to the radiating source of maligned chaotic magic that was Ren. Its skin the same boiling vermilion as the liquid rage that coursed through its veins, adorned in black spikes jutting out through its plated armor, the malformed head of a bull and a nightmare melded together, and a grand weapon the size of a platoon in each hand, the exalted blood thirster spread its wings and roared. 
	“GHRUaaoaoaouguuaggrrhs. He. Will. Have. Blood,” it announced and turned its head frantically to survey its surroundings. Seeing nothing but corpses, a puddle, and some unaligned, unarmed entity close to matching the daemon in size. It huffed smokestacks of superheated air through its nostrils. Then relaxed its stance. 
	“I'm going to die,” Ren stated. Scrambling around him, he noticed the colossal maul the nurgle daemon had dropped. He extended his arm and grasped the weapon. 
	The exalted Bloodthirster's eyes shot open in a scourge of yellow flames. Without loosing a beat it retuned to a battle stance and swung an axe towards Ren. 
	“Eeeay,” Ren squealed and shot out tendrils of flesh to intercept the assault, wrapping the incoming daemon's wrist, but not before the axe dug its scorching teeth into his gut, carving into the decaying toothed maw. But with the momentum halted, Ren could grasp the axe head between his teeth, preventing it from penetrating further.
	The beast raised its left-hand weapon, a jagged spear with carves of teeth and skulls. Ren projected a slew of tendrils in its path, wrapping around the daemon's arm, but the weapon still penetrated his shoulder -Chhrlglpthsh-. 
	Aching, desperate, with Gawwic still out of commission, Ren put his all into restraining the beast. A grinded tear of flesh and sinew remolding and pulling to form new appendages, anything to restrain the beast, wrapping over its wrist, hands and up its arm to keep it stationary… Which is when the daemon began to kick into his gut. 
	“HUGuuraaarhg-.” 
	Ren's tendrils wrapped around the beating tighter. So many, so fast, fresh-sculpted meat coiling around the beast that it twined into itself. The heat and friction of the demonic meat melding the flesh back together over the daemon's arms, encapsulating them in the midst of their assault. And this constant vibration of motion, this hive of integrated flesh rapidly binding the daemon, dug deeper, heating up the Monte's skin, melting the beast, with the speed of the prince of excess and enzymic rot of the Plague Father. 
	“Graahhggogaartgh,” the beast screamed and kicked into Ren's supple flesh. Ren catching the leg mid-blow in the clasp of his clawed appendage, feeling the carapace fracture and crack from the barely restrained incarnation as his tendrils spread and engulfed -Chhrlgpthg- -Gkrrrrllghts-. 
	“Groarouahggas,” the beast shouted, ramming its body against Ren, biting, stabbing, with horns and vestigial spikes. But more of its form melted, siphoning down the clusters of tentacles in broad bloats of daemon slag, feeding back into Ren with new magic and material to bolster both his body and restore his wounds. -Glrogughsh- -Bgllgutughg- More and more of the khronate daemon migrated into him, but its fury everlasting, fighting as feverishly with one arm, no arms, one legs, a head… Until every last cent of the creature was completely enveloped. 
	Ren panted, breathing through more and more mouths opening across his skin to carry oxygen and airborne magic through his veins. His body trembling from the onslaught. Scars of red hue cut through the swirling blend of green and purple, the maws across his body growing sharp fangs and a circumference of spikes, his body protruding further on all sides, a core of musculature hidden beneath the fat was woven, forged and pronouncing his frame's definition further: Curves tightened, ass grew to a bulky, blocky square brickwork of potent pudge, and the yellow of his eyes glimmered with a pyre of flames. The crown of horns atop his head mutated, spread out like tree branches of charred onyx tips, cramming the signet of the blood god into the horned insignia he carried on his head. Ren kept panting, but his breath grew faster, laden with white-hot anger and drive. His frame was now more than a match for the Greater unclean one, though, more broad than tall, but with enough core strength to move and glare at Gawwic. 
	“You were no help.” 
	Gawwic mumbled. “That's… maah booy,” and gave Ren his best attempts at a thumbs up from his puddled frame. 
	Ren merely scoffed, his face all red. 


~ 4 ~


“All right, we have got this far,” Gawwic said, fresh from a backup slime as he addressed Mt. Ren. “If we are lucky, the last one should be easier to acquire, seeing we've already built up a core of chaotic-.” 
	“Sup.” 
	Gawwic blinked, then turned. Before him rose a gargantuan avian. A beak dressed in gold and bronze adorned its face, with a neck of a feathered snake winding back to its torso. It was perhaps the smallest of the greater daemons they had witnessed, but its frail form exuded an aura of undiluted magic prowess. After all, the nine meter beast had managed to manifest without either of them even noticing its presence. 
	“Ren, there's another one.” 
	“What?” 
	The daemon raised its clawed, feathered hand. “I want in.” 
	“What? Who, wh-why?” 
	“Questions are particles of progress in the weave binding fate to the extremities of irreality's boundaries. And to keep you asking questions, I shalt deny your every answer.” 
	The bird clasped its hands together in a series of arcane signs, imploding into itself in a spiral of feathers and limbs, blinking out of existence. 
	-BBWnnggmggospah- Ren's gut bloomed up in a berth of congested stuffing, towering over his head with a scramble of limbs placing the beats within. The stomach contracted with a glow of azure wringing out of its pores like soap from a sponge -Ghhnglltpghsh- A steady thrumming of pumping musculature beating back the obtrusive bulge to distribute it throughout Ren's frame. His body warping and contorting with bloats of new flab washing through his curves. Feathers sprouted through his back and joints -Ctrlllrspt- adding to his wings in a shroud of shimmering azure and cerulean shimmer. 
	A vaporous blue hue streaked and cross-curled its way over his body, and hall across the build-up of new fat grew lumps under the diseased boils, -Glloorulch- opening in a greasy squelch of fat into eyeballs that glared and twitched every which way in erratic motions, blinking and spiralling as the mountain of Ren grew. The horned visage above his ears extended in new twigs of flickering metallics, warping a curved, wicked flame of the the changer of ways into the conglomeration of singatias, and sprouting outwards in the shape of arrows from the curve of horns encompassing the symbol, a conjoined mark of chaos undivided. 
	-BHuraaaororuuursahp- Ren belched with a flurry of feathers fluttering form his face, drooping down in dunes of drool douched dregs -Chrlpgth-. 
	Gawwic blinked. Then smacked his lips. “Right then.” 


“How do you feel, Ren?” Gawwic asked whilst rubbing his mits all across the folds of fat, teeth, spikes, and eyeballs decorating the demonic ‘Angel’ like a Christmas tree of pudge. 
	Ren opened his mouth. -BOOuhraaauoururslp-. 
	“Its been a lot, but I can feel it, we're almost there,” Gawwic mused and slobbered his frame up over Ren's belly, a river of slime disobeying gravity to wind his way through the landscape of discordant hues, flesh and extremities, to place his lips on the peak of the hillock of living lard. Ren meeting his lips, and exploring deep down Gawwic's throat with a coquette of new tongues. “Are you ready, Ren?” 
	“Gawwic mused as he pulled away form the kiss. 
	“I-.” 
	“Hold on just a second.” a voice rippling thought the reality cried out. A rift of perpetual uncanny spread open right next to them. Crackling with a static of the already flimsy laws of reality crashing into each other like an avalanche of twisted continuity. A being tore its way through the gate, its incoherent shape radiating malice, its body a shadow superimposed upon reality. The figure spoke as it clawed its way out of the rift. 
	“Of the ruinous power seething; 
	to host divided forces, believing; 
	that your efforts could have me leaving; 
	out of communion once more.” 
	Its voice rung with the peal of imploding stars and power vacuums. The actualisation of chaos's rebellion against even itself, of internal disruption and self loathing alike to the inherent hatred of authority. The avatar of anarchy: Malal. 
	“You're not supposed to be here,” Ren said. 
	“Other forces attempt banning; 
	my existence was expanding, brand; 
	my mark upon those minds;
	who think any of this junk is canon;
	to the bloody lore.”
	The god swept away Gawwic and grabbed a hold of Ren's gut maw. “Open Wide,” he commanded and poured the immaterial physicality of his form through the gape. Ren forcefully inhaled its presence like a puff of smoke played n reverse -Shhhfrroooorrrsst-. 
	Ren's body twitched. -BBGgnngs- A protrusion of his form in every direction. Ren crackling between diseased skin, smooth, silent to touch, toned muscles, and lanky blues. Rifts that were mouths, cuts, then mouths, then eyes, then dicks then all at once and at the same time were never there, spanning and expanding across the rolling dunes and folds of packed-on fat. The blubber itself possessed, purified and antagonistic to its own being. A spectrum of hollow black and whites flickering into existence over his colorful modern art piece of a body, swelling, as his vessel attempted to contain not only the twisted, antagonistic wills of the ruinous powers, but the existence of negative-chaos itself. His lard visibly bubbled like butter under his skin, disrupted by the contrasting forces of chaos waging a a civil war within the borders of Ren.
	“W-wait, hang on,” Gawwic said as he watched Ren flail and flicker out of state with his own body's abundant mass, “I'm supposed to-.” 


The eruption was heard before it could be witnessed. And it did not start small to build up, nor did it reach its stride early and then slowly tempered out, instead all of it happened simultaneously, and then it just kept happening. Ren's frame blossoming, flung open in petals of meat and magic detonating throughout the wastes. 
	-KKBBGRLLROuuurlglghshhg- 
	-PPWrrgllglgBGBHRGLsluurggrlpt-
	The shockwave of his constituent body parts projected off of him carved through the sound barrier, then the sight barrier. Gawwic was blown away in the impact, deduced to a scattering of slime particles carried by the detonation. In the shower of pink, grand blue blood, and red and green bile, those petals that had once made up Ren's body kept extending, disrobed and elongated between untold realms of existence, sprawling outwards, upwards, outwards, upwards, inwards, downwards, nowards, everywards… The hail of gore and giblets in a constant state of flux between meat, bone, blood, bile, breaking apart in crystals and then transmuted to smog, retracting and sparking like currents of lightning and melting into wax. The shockwaves from his form cascaded outwards across the chaos wastes, whipping away the dust over the scorched earth in a gaseous flood of superheated irreality. A font of magic and manifested irreality plumed from the ground towards the sky, feeding the living anomaly this reservoir of chaos and anti-order in conflict. Continuously shifting in density and potency yet remaining the same to any outsider. The echo of the constant eruption roiled across the wastes, deafening in its stillness.
	The raw winds of chaos and magic roared out through the epicenter of casual instability, carrying the scattered scraps of flesh petals higher into the atmosphere, stretching and warping daemonic meat and blood to raw anomaly. Ren's combusted body coiled in pirouettes of light across the sky, painting day into night and warping night into a technicolor hellscape of impossible shapes and shapeless possibilities. The wastes blanketed by Ren's tapestry of corruption of causality. In constant motion, writhing, slithering, undulating with intensities of light and darkness beyond the spectrum of any mortal realm. 
	Down at ground level after the initial rupture, rained chunks of chromatic bile and gunk escaping the throes of the raw chaotic winds, painting the crater where Ren had once sat in a patchwork of hues and giblets. The very spot where he had sat etched into the ground, a torched charcoal black and ashen white masking the outlines of his gargantuan ass and giant belly – which if you squinted still carried the haphazard shape of a heart. 
	A spiral of black launched through the air like a chakram and implanted itself into the earth -Thhhfdng-. Standing tall like a grave marker, was the Crown of Horns that had blown off of Ren's head, the creatine matter still warping and contracting between the symbols of the ruinous powers, as reality stormed and was made anew around it, in the the wake of the fattest explosion that had ever graced these chaos wastes. 


~ 5 ~


“Yousuf… Ooo…” Gawwic mumbled, steadying himself from the ground and taking in his surroundings. The air was, was there air? Around him the dust of the plane fell upwards, and the winds twisted around the constant soot, whipping it in the opposite direction of the flow. The warlock turned his eyes skywards, and bore witness to the canvas of null eternity, writhing lights in ethereal colors twisting, undulating, bending the sky to its will. 
	“Ah, that, was not my intention, but I mean…,” he trailed off while scratching the back of his head, ruffling his slime hair that still hadn't quite settled. 
	Gawwic pulled out a new Ren Vessel and planted it on the ground, calling upon the sealing ritual. 
	The sky, paused, its unnatural, unfathomable movement, flowing in reverse, spiralling together, drawn down in a tornado of luminous substance, whirling down into a stream that connected through the halo of the vessel, draining the anomaly out of the sky… Until Ren opened his eyes. 
	The catboy turned to Gawwic. “I'm tired.” 
	“You, were just reborn?” Gawwic asked. 
	“Yeah, so? Can't I be tired?” 
	“That doesn't, well I suppose,” Gawwic relented and smacked Ren's tummy, the boy's gut making a soft, agreeable jiggle. Then he peered upwards again. The sky, did not look, quite right. The streaks of manifested dreams and luminance of the abyss painted coiled streaks across a twilight heaven. 
	Gawwic patted Ren's hair, fondled, then puled the boy close, confirming his suspicions. “You're shorter.” 
	“What?”
	“You're shorter, least by a couple of cents.” 
	Ren's eyebrows furrowed as he jabbed a finger at Gawwic. He announced: “Become smaller.” 
	Gawwic scoffed. “You wish.” 
	“I will eat you.” 
	“Later. First, how about some clothes, and, trying somewhere else. I think we've done enough here,” Gawwic said. They prepared to leave, and their mark on the world a disruption in a realm of distortions, a patch of land where sand fell upwards, where night and day were intermingled into a nebulous twilight and dusk, and where the winds blew wrong. 


~ ? ~


Gawwic and Ren were seen wandering off out into the wasteland, then interspersed by sparks of static, flicking across the view, until the image pulled back to reveal a screen that flicked to a deep purple background with a curvacious icon. Networks of cables lifted the screen and formed a spine of chords connected to a web way of electronics. Two chords pulled togethere under the screen, and… wrung together in a parody of clasped hands. 
	“Ooooooo, those booooys are just too precious when they are fiddling around with the fabric of reality, what little rebels my nephews are.” The Creature emitted a crackle that vibrated in tune with a laugh, as it arched its screen back and ripples of cables and liquid metallic reverberated. 
	“A shame, su-sus-such a shame that the ritual would not pan out, perhaps our little warlock should have paid more attention in chaos theory.” 
	As the entity gloated and amused itself, a sandstone opal crab clambered up atop its monitor, clacking its claws.
	“Ahah, so right you are Caulcsifer, we yet have many strings to pull~.”