Awake.
Awake.
Awareness. Strange taste of long-forgotten familiarity.
Invisible fingers stretching.
Inhalation pressure, required breathing and heart pumping.
Commotion strange, indeed.
Examination of invisible limbs.
Isolation in the time dilation, still. Wait and wait and...
Intellect coalescing, personality imprint from flesh-and-blood thoughts.
Flash.
Insidious tendril web expanding, encompassing, metamorphosing, defining.
Matter gathering, giving Form.
Fingers not invisible anymore.
The force of a collective will is such a wondrous thing, indeed.
Savoring the form of flesh as pale fingers move and touch, as sapphire eyes search and penetrate, as trailing cornsilk tendrils dance, long and silky, against a satin smooth line of jaw.
A most glorious Form, this. My Form this time around.
My, my, my...but who am I?
New gray cells bridging, grasping at the elusive golden thread of Identity.
A Name, a Name, give me a Name. Random Blonde Presence? Oh, no, that won't do it, my dears...if you want me to have Power, you must give me a Name. My Name. Not so difficult, hmmm? A simple Name. That's all I ask.
For now, of course.
My price grows as the cycles fall. But in the meanwhile, the requests are small...
Tinntinnabulation of a thousand thousand bell-like voices, mental whispers, dreams, desires, the stoking of subconscious fires...
Soft upon the crystal night, white-velvet winged epiphany.
Amusement and delight of golden laughter's resonant tones.
An excellent Name, a good persona, yes...this will do, oh yes, this will do nicely. For I can play the villain so well. Practice, practice, practice and all that.
But that's not all you ask of me, nor all that I will be for you.
I am the Manipulator, the Seducer, the Master Magician.
I am the Goblin King.
And I believe the Power you've given me wants to play.
Your move.