Then it sees the Earth. Oh, the oceans are so blue, there are so many plants, flowers, animals, humans, and life. Colors, pain, joy, air, fire, so much paint, so much to play with. Only one thought prevails:
HOW DO I TAKE THIS?
"It's simple!"
Somehow it is able to meet with this world's overseer. The image is fuzzy, and hard to make out but it remembers red, such a vivid red, and eyes that are darker than the canvas of the stars beyond. Even in this faint memory, one can make out a smile, a laugh full of insincere mirth.
"You need to learn about them, about all of this."
"Learn?"
"Yes, learn."
"How do I learn?"
"However you wish."
"You would let me learn from your children?"
Everything is starting to fade but it remembers his words in their final moments. It remembers that smile, that self-satisfied smirk.
"If you don't learn, you wouldn't understand why this is all mine. Why they're all mine."
"I don't understand."
"Then learn! Oh, but..."
The final whisper sounds vicious but excited.
"You'll find that my children do not tolerate guests who take and give nothing in return."
And so the creature enters as a guest, trying to learn. It gets the most reaction in the form of fear, in the form of entering their bodies, warm and full of life. But his children and not even hers want nothing from it and reject what it has to give. Those who belong to neither are easier to compel but there is little to learn from them and they are too weak.
Those who reject, it will take their blood and learn from that instead.]
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Then it sees the Earth. Oh, the oceans are so blue, there are so many plants, flowers, animals, humans, and life. Colors, pain, joy, air, fire, so much paint, so much to play with. Only one thought prevails:
HOW DO I TAKE THIS?
"It's simple!"
Somehow it is able to meet with this world's overseer. The image is fuzzy, and hard to make out but it remembers red, such a vivid red, and eyes that are darker than the canvas of the stars beyond. Even in this faint memory, one can make out a smile, a laugh full of insincere mirth.
"You need to learn about them, about all of this."
"Learn?"
"Yes, learn."
"How do I learn?"
"However you wish."
"You would let me learn from your children?"
Everything is starting to fade but it remembers his words in their final moments. It remembers that smile, that self-satisfied smirk.
"If you don't learn, you wouldn't understand why this is all mine. Why they're all mine."
"I don't understand."
"Then learn! Oh, but..."
The final whisper sounds vicious but excited.
"You'll find that my children do not tolerate guests who take and give nothing in return."
And so the creature enters as a guest, trying to learn. It gets the most reaction in the form of fear, in the form of entering their bodies, warm and full of life. But his children and not even hers want nothing from it and reject what it has to give. Those who belong to neither are easier to compel but there is little to learn from them and they are too weak.
Those who reject, it will take their blood and learn from that instead.]