The dark halls of Anor Londo were quiet as we trudged through. Nothing could stop our intrusion. The silver knights had flung themselves at us. Their spears of lightning and their dragon arrows could not pierce through my flesh. They attacked me, only to discover that their weapons stuck to me as if glued, and then it was only a matter of time before I devoured them or the Pontiff slew them. The deacons that followed me incinerated the knights with their fireballs.
When we entered the main hall, the knights streamed down from the halls. The Pontiff kept them at bay, but I could not move fast. So I left a part of myself behind. A portion of my flesh. It transformed into a many-legged creature with glowing yellow eyes, and it released a foul gas. Any knight that breathed this gas for more than a few seconds found their organs pierced by a cancerous crystal. Then my deacons were able to enter and swarm the place. Now the knights are gone, and my deacons rule the dark halls of Anor Londo.
I had thought that the ruler of Anor Londo, Gwyndolin, would have posed more of a challenge. But he was weak, and so was the pale veiled girl guarding him. I wanted to devour them both. The Pontiff brought them both to their knees with his swords of fire and dark. It would take some time for me to devour a God. But I was hungry, and I craved his flesh. Gwyndolin's flesh. Mere men would not satisfy my taste any longer. I had to eat larger, more powerful creatures.
So Gwyndolin struck a deal with me. As long as I left Yorshka alive, he would allow me to eat him. I agreed to it, though I don't intend to keep this promise. The Pontiff would take the girl away and imprison her so that I could taste her later. For now, I would remain in this room, and Gwyndolin would be mine. I will be able to devour him and taste him and savour the flesh of a God...
"I will be leaving now," Pontiff Sulyvahn said. The fire and light that shone from his blades dimmed. "Gwyndolin will be locked in this room with you."
In my current form, it was such a bother to speak. I cannot remember the location of my mouth or my vocal cords most of the time. In order to be able to produce sound, I had to search for them, deep within the mass of flesh that formed my body, and then I had to line them up in such a way that they could function adequately. It took a great deal of effort, and I wanted to eat my meal already. But I might as well speak.
"Back to Irithyll?" I replied in my old voice.
"Yes. Are you sufficiently pleased with the acquisition of Anor Londo?"
"No. The old Gods are all gone. Had there been more, I would have had a larger feast...but, no. There is only one God left. He is all that I can savour."
"Nevertheless, they will know you now as the Devourer of Gods. I shall make sure of it upon my return to Irithyll."
The Pontiff grabbed Yorshka, putting an arm around her waist. "Let's go."
He left with her, shutting the door behind us. The deacons will be guarding the main hall of Anor Londo so that I can enjoy my feast uninterrupted.
Gwyndolin was standing in front of me. Or floating, or whatever those snakes that protruded out of his dress were doing. There was a fierce expression of defiance upon his face. I could not see his eyes, but from the stiffness of those lips and the tightness of his cheeks, I could tell that he was resisting. He did not intend to go down without a fight, even though we had just forced him to surrender for Yorshka's sake. No matter. It was a foolish resistance, because he was powerless before me. He was not as strong as I. If this was the power of a God, then the Gods have grown weak. I would seek stronger things to devour after I am done with him. There had to be stronger creatures in this world.
The great mass that formed my body inched forward, and I rearranged my insides to form the optimal passage through which food can flow. A part of myself became a long structure, a kind of esophagus, and at its front an orifice appeared. I will begin my consumption of Gwyndolin through this orifice. He was actually quite big. It would be difficult for me to devour him entirely in one bite. Very well, then. I will consume him slowly instead, starting from the bottom. He will just have to suffer a slow and excruciating death. But these slow feasts are better. I can appreciate the taste of his flesh for a longer period of time, and I will be able to relish in his screams.
I moved myself such that I surrounded him. Now, he was turning hostile. He was raising his arms, most likely in preparation of a spell. A flurry of arrows spread out towards me. I absorbed them all. Then, he blasted me with blue magical orbs. These stung. Finally, he summoned up a big sphere of energy and shot it at my orifice. The power of the attack burned my insides as it travelled into my body. This did not matter. I was too big. Any singed flesh within me could easily be regenerated. Now, I will devour Gwyndolin.
He was such an effeminate, pretty man. Smooth skin, slender limbs, long, attractive fingers. His face was delicate, with a small nose and mouth. He resembled the maidens that I had devoured in my past. Except those maidens were weak, while he was strong. Yes, he was a God after all. The Son of Gwyn. He was so defiant, so determined to resist me. I found that resistance titillating. Oh, yes, even in my current form, I could feel those urges. They stemmed from deep within, a sense of raw desire as great as my desire to consume. Gwyndolin was going to satisfy those urges as well.
And so I began devouring Gwyndolin from the bottom, swallowing all of those snakes that came underneath his skirt. Out of interest, I created eyes within my esophagus, so that I could see what exactly I was eating.
It appeared that Gwyndolin's lower half was just a cluster of snakes, coiled together like the twisted roots of a tree, and if you looked up his skirt, you could see that those snake coils eventually became soft pale skin and that skin turned into flesh and muscle and bone that formed two beautiful legs. Oh, it appears that although he is male, he does not have that organ. How interesting. Perhaps it was removed from him when they decided to raise him as a girl.
No matter. I will be enjoying my time with him. He does not appear to be screaming. It is boring to consume a creature that remains silent. I will be seeing what I can do to make him scream. I will violate him in many ways. To start, I will alter the structure of my innards, particularly this esophagus that I have created, so that I can treat him to things that he has never before imagined. And I will keep him conscious throughout this whole time so that he can feel the sensation of these violations, and being able to hear his screams will be exciting and stimulating.
"I must hear you cry," I said, creating another orifice from which I could produce sound in the form of words. "I must hear you scream."
Gwyndolin remained silent.
"Very well."
My insides twisted, and the snakes were trapped in this twisting passage inside of me. I twisted so hard that the snakes were ripped off of Gwyndolin's legs. A loud cry emitted from Gwyndolin's lips. Yes, yes. I needed to hear that. I needed to hear a good scream. Pontiff Sulyvahn would never scream every time I had my way with him. I did not eat the Pontiff, of course, because he was powerful and loyal and served me. But I enjoyed inflicting a good deal of pain upon him, and yet he would never scream.
This God was weaker. He was already crying in pain, and all I had done was rip him apart. Was he truly so weak? Weak, fragile, and also pretty. What a beautiful mouth he had. A beautiful mouth, a beautiful voice. Like a maiden. I will make him scream louder. I must demolish his very spirit. His resilience cannot continue. He must succumb to me completely before I have fully consumed him...
I grew a great many thin, slimy tentacles in the passage within me. They were like probing fingers. The tentacles erupted through the esophagus, and upon finding Gwyndolin, wrapped around him, constricting his body. I will tear him apart. Not too quickly. If I break all of his bones, he will just die. I ought to avoid crushing any of his internal organs. That can wait until later. I probed with these tentacles until I found orifices to insert into. I went into them and fiddled around until I felt a reaction in Gwyndolin. He was shaking now. Shaking, wincing, clenching his teeth and fists.
"Stop..." Gwyndolin uttered, despite the tentacle that I had stuck down his throat.
I did not stop.
I ravaged him, and I knew from experience that some men loved to be ravaged. Of course, they probably preferred to be ravaged by something that was not a giant shapeshifting mass of sludge. I usually do not care for that preference, however. I am indeed a rather strange creature. Not many things in this Age tend to look like piles of mud. But that shall soon change. The Age of Deep is coming to replace this futile Age of Fire. The things that I have seen in my vision, the things from the Deep, they are all like my current form. They are brown and slug-shaped. They are the creatures that will take over and destroy all remnants of life from the current Age so that they can become the dominant form of life in the new one.
Gwyndolin continued to scream, and I continued to ravage. It was the most satisfying experience to hear a God cry. I had always wanted a God to be at my mercy. Now, I was beginning the process of consumption. With my tentacles deep within him, I can start to slowly absorb him by breaking down the matter that formed him and turning it into the matter that formed me.
I shall crush all his organs, then I shall make my way to his head, where I will implant my own consciousness into his mind, overriding his own. Then I will have truly devoured a God.
"No...Aldrich..."
Gwyndolin's voice was fading. His resistance was finally coming to an end. I will still keep him conscious, of course, so that he can suffer while I consume him. But I have won. It was not even a difficult battle. I think, perhaps, I will look for bigger and even more powerful creatures to consume after this. Maybe Pontiff Sulyvahn will let me have my way with that giant that he says lives in the ruined city far below Irithyll Dungeon.
Actually, I can do whatever I want. Nothing in this Age can stop me. I can even eat the Pontiff if I wanted to. I could consume the entire world. Yes, that is what I shall do. I will become the catalyst that crafts the Age of the Deep. The sludge of my body will cover the surface of the world. It is from this sludge that the new creatures, the creatures of the Deep, will arise. I will be the creator of all things. I will be above existence itself.
Nothing in this Age can stop me.