Part 3
Neptis suddenly understood. She could see the entire battlefield, all the dead, all the blood. It was flowing like a river, and she was the destination. She turned her gaze, and the river shifted to follow it. Spotting the remaining soldiers fleeing from her, she clapped her hands together, and the shock wave that it caused killed them instantly from across the blood soaked meadow.
Standing alone among the hundreds of dead, she began to hear whispers in her ear. But from where? She somehow knew everyone here was dead, so who was it? Angry spirits? Then she saw it, peering up from behind a dead soldier. One of Vordea’s tentacles, but it was alone with Vordea nowhere to be seen or felt. It seemingly looked at her from a short distance away, and began to chatter at her in its strange tongue, but for once, she could understand it.
“Greetings, Neptis.” it said to her.
“You can speak?” Neptis asked.
“You are now the War God, and I am War.” the tentacle replied. “It is only right that I introduce myself before we become one.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hold still, War God.” the tentacle replied, before slithering up to her, curling around her legs, up her body and down her throat, much to Neptis’s surprise and disgust. She began to spasm and convulse, twitching on the ground as if she was having a seizure. As the tentacle cleared her throat she began to scream as rays of diseased orange light erupted from her body, briefly bathing the bloody meadow in a sickly glow. As the screams faded into a whimper, and then a maniacal laughter, the gathering storm clouds let loose a torrent of rain.
The pooling blood of the silent battlefield bubbled, and began to move and flow once more, encircling Neptis’s body, before reforming into a sigil never before seen, the sigil of the war god herself, Neptis. The blood boiled as she stood, and flexed her hands.
“Oh yes, yes! This power! This energy!” Neptis yelled, resuming her insane laughter. “This! This is what I’ve been searching for all these years!” Neptis snapped her fingers and the blood sigil on the ground glowed bright red, then swirled around her. She reached out her left hand and some of the blood rose from the ground, and formed into a ball, which she took and swallowed. Shivering with ecstasy, she took in the rest of the blood around her and screamed in pleasure as she consumed it.
Neptis writhed on the ground, covered in blood and touching herself, screaming in heights of indulgent pleasure as she become intoxicated with her newfound power. She sucked the blood and gore off her fingers, and eagerly drank it from the ground, like a starving beast coming across a fresh kill.
"Oh ho ho ho ho, this feels so good!" Neptis laughed, smearing the blood on her face. "Is this what it feels like for all of them?"