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A very voracious RP (OUTDATED)
A roleplay me and observingcollector had a few days back. Enjoy!
Length is 3932 words
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S is walking through the woods late in the evening. The chill night air surrounds his body as he climbs over tree stumps and across small rivers, making his way deeper and deeper into the forest.
Meanwhile, Devourer walked through the same woods for a very specific reason: food. He was forced to have a vacation in a relatively isolated place without anything to eat and even the low energy mode was running out of fuel, so he went in the woods to find something living to eat, or, even better, someone.
Oblivious to the danger lurking nearby S wanders this way and that, taking notes on various plants and insects in a sketchbook. At one point he decided he could use a break from walking and sat down beneath the low branches of a young oak tree. Unwittingly he rested a bit too well and fell fast asleep.
While walking in the forest, Devourer herd a very familiar sound: someone was snoring in the distance! He started going as fast as he could, is mouth drooling and his stomach grumbling noisily.
He finally found the source of the snoring: someone was sleeping under an oak tree, a sketchbook near him.
Not that he cared about that, instead he climbed on the tree, making few, if any, noise. from that position, he opened a little his mouth, causing a pretty big string of dense, greenish drool to fall on his shoulder.
At the touch of the fallen drool the sleeper started. He opened his eyes and looked around groggily. “Must have dozed off,” he muttered while stifling a yawn. A second passed before he realized something had touched him. He looked on his shoulder and delicately fingered the strand of green ooze. “Now, whatever could this be?”.
With a small grin, Devourer was quick to respond: "Oh, that?", he said loudly, his distorted voice startling the human "that's just my saliva, the hunger is making me produce even more than usual".
After saying that, he jumped off the tree, causing the terrain nearby to shake and a small cloud of terrain to form, but it quickly deposited, showing the 5 meters tall dragon like thing to the human. he then slowly opened a little his mouth, creating a lot of drool strings and showing the multiple layers of fangs, and began approaching the human.
“Now then,” peeped the human, quite startled at the sudden appearance of an eldritch dragon. “Let’s not do anything hasty...” He backed up until he felt his back push against the side of the tree. He saw his sketchbook on the ground, covered in dust, and decided it wasn’t worth grabbing. This thought having crossed his mind he pushed himself sideways into a roll and began to run away.
Devourer was finally happy: his catch had started to back off, reaching the tree, however, the prey happened to actually have intelligence, unlike some of his catches, as he rolled away and started running.
He wasn't happy in the slightest: rage quickly built up, causing him to become noticeably bigger and he roared loudly, causing the human to temporarily fall, before getting up and running faster than before.
After roaring, Devourer quickly started to give chase, quickly closing the gap between them.
After the stumble S got up again and kept running. An instantaneous glance over his shoulder confirmed his fear: whatever it was that woke him was getting closer. A second glance also told him he wasn't imagining things. It had gotten bigger. Much bigger. He didn't have much time left before the creature would have been upon him, so he took the only chance he got.
He froze in his tracks, hoping whatever it was would trip up on its own momentum.
Devourer was finally getting closer to his meal when something unexpected happened: the human stopped running. However, he was going way too fast: while he did try to stop, he couldn't make it. When he realized a very loud needle scratch played in his head as he hit the human while he stumbled, sending both of them flying towards a big tree at a very high speed.
Not wanting a crushed human as his first decent meal after what was to him ages he grabbed him while positioning himself to hit the tree with his back.
The impact wasn't very powerful for him, as he had very high resistance, but it was definitely worse for the human, which he had let go after hitting the tree. While he was intact, he was pretty dizzy and grunting in pain. Not taking any chances this time he grabbed it and put him aligned to his mouth, watering but still barely open, and grinned, waiting for his meal to recover.
In a flurry of limbs and panic S soon found himself flying through the air. Confusion filled his head, his first thought a question. It was obvious the creature had saved him from being crushed, but why? Wasn't he just another meal? When his vision cleared from the impact he received part of the answer: "Oh," he realized we was still a meal, as he looked up and saw the gaping mouth of the dragon, filled with row after row of needle-like teeth. A wave of the monster's breath hit him in the face, forcing a momentary gag reaction.
"Please now," he stuttered, hoping the creature would see reason. "I'm sure we can find a solution that works for the both of us?".
The first thing Devourer's meal did after recovering was instantly assuming at first a surprised expression, probably realizing that he was saved on purpose, then a very scared one after seeing all the fangs lined in his maw waiting for him (without yet realizing that another set of jaws was even deeper in the big maw, hidden by the shadows) and that an almost-gagging one due to his breath being possibly the thing farther away from cleanliness.
After recovering a little from the smell he started to politely ask for some sort of solution that didn't involve him being eaten. The mental response from Devourer, after he spent all that time trying not to eat his friends and then trying to catch him, was an instant "NO!", but he chose to wait a little before making him understand that, just to give him a little bit of hope before crushing it later.
So he backed off the "ready to eat someone" pose and asked him: "Well, after all this time spent trying to get you, you try to get some sort of ""solution""? It must be something really good for me because every second you waste is making me even more hungry". After that, his stomach loudly grumbled, causing some air to climb inside the esophagus, ending in a loud and awful smelling burp, that as a side effect also caused quite a lot of drool to end up on the human's face.
S managed to get one of his hands free and wiped the acidic saliva off his face. "You might not have gotten so hungry if you'd let me go and try to catch something easier," he pleads weakly, suspecting he's not getting out of this. All the while he struggles and squirms inside the eldritch abomination's grasp, afraid of what's coming next.
Devourer stayed still and stone-faced for a few seconds, causing the human to continuously switch between struggling, being worried and hope, but then he started laughing in a manner not too much different to J Jonah Jameson before catching himself and saying: "What did you think I was eating before finding you? Too bad it barely works, since I'm more fine-tuned to eat humans". Any sort of hope disappeared instantly from his meal, causing him to struggle even more.
With an evil glee, he lifted him up in the air and finally started to get ready for a good meal. Devourer opened his maw much more than necessary to eat a meal of his size, but he was mostly doing it for show. It also allowed the human with a very scary view, especially as he noticed the smaller set of jaws. He then opened them showing a clear view to the esophagus, but before starting to eat he decided to have a taste: so he lifted the big tongue and extended it whit a gooey sound and started to lick the poor human.
S squirmed all the more at the sight of the gaping maw, wishing very much to get away from the fearsome creature’s open mouth. The empty, gaping pit that was the back of the throat was almost as scary as the second set of jaws, a sight which both allures him and made him that much more eager to get out of there. As he contemplated his impending fate the massive tongue slithered its way to him, coating him with a layer of saliva, which, if nothing else, could be described as revolting.
After a while, Devourer was satisfied by the taste, his stomach reminding him about the whole hunger thing by grumbling. He put the tongue down on the extremely sharp fangs and started to put his meal on it.
He then finally tilted the head back and started to swallow, sending half of him in the drool covered and dimly lit esophagus as he tried to fight or slow down the process.
S breathed a sigh of relief as the tongue leaves him alone, before realizing he had only been taken out of the metaphorical frying pan. The fire, as it was, happened to be the rest of the beast's maw, which he was lowered into as he panicked. At the same time he was doing his best to avoid the needle-like ends of the monster's teeth.
As half of his body was inside his esophagus, Devourer got tired of all the kicking and muffled screaming coming from inside him he grabbed his flailing legs with one of his hands, which he then used to send the remaining half of his body deeper inside him with a wet, final gulp.
He then watched the struggling bulge going down his neck and disappearing in his body as his stomach got ready for the human.
S panicked even harder when he felt the alien hand wrap around his legs, but it was all for nothing, since he did nothing to delay his ingestion. He groaned in agony as the sharp teeth tore at his flesh. One final gulp sent him down the throat of the unstoppable beast. The slick, warm gullet surrounded him, and had he not been so terrified he would have found it relaxing; the smooth rhythmic beating of the beast's heart pulsed in synchrony with the pulsation of the throat muscles.
Devourer took his time to swallow his meal up, after all, he hadn't had a decent meal for an extremely long time as far as he was concerned. The slow swallowing was done by pulsating the throat walls, causing what could sound like a slow heartbeat. He also used the time to lick away the blood on his fangs.
Finally, he got tired and speed up the process, sending the human to his stomach. He finally couldn't touch the human anymore due to him freefalling inside, but it was temporary: in a few seconds, he hit the bottom of the big, dimly lit and awful smelling stomach or, technically speaking, a 50 cm puddle of drool, bones, blood and a little bit of the actual acid, causing him to scream and then stand.
The movement of the meal caused quite a bit of air movement, that started to go upward, coming out as a massive belch.
On the outside, Devourer finally relaxed, sitting on the ground, He then patted his muscular body and sarcastically asked with a little evil glee: "Well, how does it look in there? I couldn't clean it that much because of the whole ""low energy mode"", but it will still work out nicely, at least for me. Also, don't worry about the whole ""air"" thing, I'll still let you have all the quantity you need, not that it will improve the smell though".
Having reached the stomach S found himself in for a massive surprise, free falling into an empty space with a yelp. For a split second he thought that the eldritch abomination had no stomach, and he would fall through a void forever, his energy and life being slowly, painfully sapped away. His suspicion was broken when he found himself instead in a pool of stomach acid, which itself was filled with many remains. He stood up, hoping to get a better look around, as the stomach seemed to be dimly lit, somehow.
He heard the beast speak to him and worked out a response. "You devoured me and seem to be fishing for compliments. I admit your stomach is not as bad as I would have thought, though I still object to having been invited in the way I was. Also, don't worry about the air; I can do that myself."
He stretched out one hand and whispered a string of words in a strange language, which seemed to resonate with power: "Lef, Mete Rro Lefki."
Once the words left his mouth the vile air suddenly became much more breathable, though the smell stubbornly remained.
After hearing the response and the spell, Devourer responded: " Ok, maybe it was a little bit rude, but Very few people want to get eaten voluntarily, and a lot of the one I know live much further away than I'm willing to go for a simple meal. And it's not like I can eat my living food only when I feel like it, or straight up not eat it, otherwise, we wouldn't be in this situation, don't you think? Also, as far digestion goes, do you have any preferences about pain level and duration? I even thought mages stopped existing a while ago or didn't exist at all, so that's something new as far as power absorption goes".
“Well that’s understandable,” noted S. “Next time, just ask.” While he spoke he grabbed some of the larger bones that were floating around and started to put them together. “As to pain...” He thought for a little bit, and finished constructing the throne of bones, sitting down. “I suppose I can take quite a bit of it. Take as long as you want, really.” He reclined on the seat, causing it to collapse. Standing up from the messy pool of slime he cleared his face again. “Oh, and I’m not a mage. The proper term is Teremagil, though to the untrained eye it’s hard to tell the difference.” He thought for another few moments, walking to one side of the stomach and laying his hand on the wall. “I don’t think you’ll absorb my powers, though.”
“If you’re interested, however,” continued S, “I could teach you a little bit.”
"You know what?" said devourer, interested, "Tell me something about it. Mind you, I still have to digest you in a while, but when I'll return home I'll engorge myself with criminals and people that look like criminals in the bad part of the city and I'll reform you again since there is something about you that interests me".
Thinking about the big buffet he'll have when he'll finally going to be home Devourer's mouth started drooling copiously and the stomach inside started to shrink down as to start the actual digestion, but it couldn't start until he was ready, so nothing really happened.
"Also, that's a really nice throne of animal bones, too bad it destroyed itself" Devourer casually said, waiting for an answer.
“Oh, you can see me in here?” asked S, running his hand along the glowing veins that ran all across the walls. The smaller space felt cozier, and even though the levels of the stomach acid rose he felt safe, mostly reassured by the monster’s promise to regenerate him.
He sat down, letting his body be covered in the slime up to his neck, leaning back against the soft walls of the stomach. “What do you want to know first?”
"I honestly have no idea of where to start, since I don't know anything about this Teremagil thing. Maybe from the basic stuff and why it's different from being a mage?" Devourer asked "Also, weren't you bleeding after repeatedly hitting my fangs?"
S looked over his body, which had healed since being swallowed. “Ah, yes. There is that. I’ll begin there, then. Have you ever heard of what the scientists call entropy?”
"Yeah, I've heard of it," said Devourer "I have a very limited form of it"
“Well, if one is pure of heart then they can use Teremagilshi to take control of entropy. More specifically, making the disorderly, orderly. It’s very unlikely that a damaged body will spontaneously heal itself, but it is possible, so with Teremagilshi, it happened. Or this~” He raised his hand above the acid and pointed toward the center of the stomach. “Koloysduytsya~”
The floating bones vibrated before floating towards each-other, shaping into a circle and spinning around. “You can see this, yes?”
"Sure I can" said Devourer "But don't do anything weird or painful in there" said a little worried
“Don’t worry,” replied S, splashing a handful of acid away from himself. “It’s not like I’m in any position to hurt you ir anything. Now, as to the language I use; that is only a matter of preference. One should use a language they are familiar with, but at the same time one which they feel they can use to express themselves best with. They must agree intrinsically with every detail of the language. Do you see?”
"Mostly yes," Devourer said.
“Now, try this: materialize a light in here. Use whatever language you like.”
So Devourer tried, saying "E luce fù!". At the beginning in looked like nothing happened, but then a small orb of light appeared.
"Very good!" exclaimed S. "Now try to focus on cleansing your thoughts and desires from anything unpure."
Devourer tried to do what he was told, freeing up as much of his mind as he could, even trying to ignore the hunger, then said: "I think I'm ready".
“Now keep in mind this means you must purify your intention as regards everything. Now: begin.”
"I think I feel somewhat different", said Devourer
“If you're feeling immense guilt it means you’re ready. Now, materialize the light again.”
"I don't really know what guilt is, but I sort of feel weird, so I'll try again" he then proceeded to create another light, but this time much quicker and stabler
“Very good!” exclaimed the Teremagil. “Now, the more you practice, the better you should get. Just remember the two aspects of Teremagilshi: Purity, and controlling entropy. You’ll become even more powerful the more self-control you exert on yourself over time, but that’ll come with time.” He got quiet for a moment. “So...” he gulped, “are you going to digest me soon?”
"I'll try and practice more, and thanks for the lesson," Devourer said happily, "however," he also said with a somehow very little saddened tone of voice "I still have to digest you, since I'll have to return with my friends and I don't really want to go all hungry berserker with them, do you understand? I'll make it quick and painless and, as I promised when I can finally engorge myself, I'll reform you. it will still be very bloody, tough. Don't worry about all your memories, I also absorb the soul of the living beings I eat, along with their appearance. It's mostly so I can get pieces of information and shapeshift into it should the need arise, but it comes in handy for reformations too, not that I've done any before yours."
After saying that, he started making the stomach extremely thigh, and at the same time the extremely powerful acid started to appear from the walls of the stomach.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be able to shape-shift into my appearance. I have measures in place against that. Some rather unsavory persons do not hold in their favor, so you’d be safer if you don't, anyway.” The Teremagil yelped in surprise as the stomach got much smaller. He grimaced as the acid began to eat away at his flesh. “By virtue of my powers my soul will also remain unabsorbed. You’ll have to disgorge my skull to reform me properly, by the way. Please don’t forget to do that.”
He then decided to brace himself for further pain and stopped talking, allowing the corrosive liquid to coat his body and break down his material form on the molecular level.
Devourer waited for a little while, specifically until all the flesh was digested into a reddish goop, then used his stomach muscles to separate the skull from the rest of his body and send it upwards in the esophagus, until it reached the mouth, superating both layers of fangs without even a scratch thanks to both uninjing and tongue maneuvers.
He then put it on is big, clawed hand and started to prepare to replicate the famous "to be or not to be", but before he could do that a much more serious question appeared in his mind: "wait, how do I explain to my friends that I have a skull?", but then the answer came out of his mind pretty quickly: "I'll just do the sort of absorption thing where I store stuff without actually absorbing it, if it works for the phone it should work with a skull too".
He then proceeded to do just that, hiding the skull deep into his hyperdense body to use for later.
A day later he returned home with a recently emptied stomach after his buffet he was craving to do and started the reformation progress: he put the skull into a blob of his biomass and commanded it to recreate an exact copy of the Teremagil, and he then expelled it from his body.
The blob started to twitch in what looked like an early stage of a human, but he then quickly grew and became an exact replica, as he hoped. "Well, this is it, I maintained my word, now you can return to your house." However, before he left, I remembered something, so I followed him and touched him with my clawed hand: "I almost forgot about this" he said, handing him over his sketchbook "I got it while returning to the cabin." He then tried to do a nice smile, but that wasn't possible whit a mouth like his: "I hope to see you again in the future, but next time I hope it will be a little more willing", After that he waved him goodbye as he disappeared in the night.
The Teremagil, returning the smile and thanking the Eldritch dragon, was about to walk about when he turned back and called out to him: “Wait! I forgot to ask your name!”
Before he could go far, he heard the Teremagil asking for his name, so he turned back and responded: "I called myself Devourer, I know, it's somewhat cheesy, but it works for me, but how about you?
“I am called S, pronounced, Esh. An old family name, really. It was a pleasure meeting you!”
"Same for me, I hope to meet you again!"
And so Devourer and S parted ways, with the hope to meet again.
Length is 3932 words
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S is walking through the woods late in the evening. The chill night air surrounds his body as he climbs over tree stumps and across small rivers, making his way deeper and deeper into the forest.
Meanwhile, Devourer walked through the same woods for a very specific reason: food. He was forced to have a vacation in a relatively isolated place without anything to eat and even the low energy mode was running out of fuel, so he went in the woods to find something living to eat, or, even better, someone.
Oblivious to the danger lurking nearby S wanders this way and that, taking notes on various plants and insects in a sketchbook. At one point he decided he could use a break from walking and sat down beneath the low branches of a young oak tree. Unwittingly he rested a bit too well and fell fast asleep.
While walking in the forest, Devourer herd a very familiar sound: someone was snoring in the distance! He started going as fast as he could, is mouth drooling and his stomach grumbling noisily.
He finally found the source of the snoring: someone was sleeping under an oak tree, a sketchbook near him.
Not that he cared about that, instead he climbed on the tree, making few, if any, noise. from that position, he opened a little his mouth, causing a pretty big string of dense, greenish drool to fall on his shoulder.
At the touch of the fallen drool the sleeper started. He opened his eyes and looked around groggily. “Must have dozed off,” he muttered while stifling a yawn. A second passed before he realized something had touched him. He looked on his shoulder and delicately fingered the strand of green ooze. “Now, whatever could this be?”.
With a small grin, Devourer was quick to respond: "Oh, that?", he said loudly, his distorted voice startling the human "that's just my saliva, the hunger is making me produce even more than usual".
After saying that, he jumped off the tree, causing the terrain nearby to shake and a small cloud of terrain to form, but it quickly deposited, showing the 5 meters tall dragon like thing to the human. he then slowly opened a little his mouth, creating a lot of drool strings and showing the multiple layers of fangs, and began approaching the human.
“Now then,” peeped the human, quite startled at the sudden appearance of an eldritch dragon. “Let’s not do anything hasty...” He backed up until he felt his back push against the side of the tree. He saw his sketchbook on the ground, covered in dust, and decided it wasn’t worth grabbing. This thought having crossed his mind he pushed himself sideways into a roll and began to run away.
Devourer was finally happy: his catch had started to back off, reaching the tree, however, the prey happened to actually have intelligence, unlike some of his catches, as he rolled away and started running.
He wasn't happy in the slightest: rage quickly built up, causing him to become noticeably bigger and he roared loudly, causing the human to temporarily fall, before getting up and running faster than before.
After roaring, Devourer quickly started to give chase, quickly closing the gap between them.
After the stumble S got up again and kept running. An instantaneous glance over his shoulder confirmed his fear: whatever it was that woke him was getting closer. A second glance also told him he wasn't imagining things. It had gotten bigger. Much bigger. He didn't have much time left before the creature would have been upon him, so he took the only chance he got.
He froze in his tracks, hoping whatever it was would trip up on its own momentum.
Devourer was finally getting closer to his meal when something unexpected happened: the human stopped running. However, he was going way too fast: while he did try to stop, he couldn't make it. When he realized a very loud needle scratch played in his head as he hit the human while he stumbled, sending both of them flying towards a big tree at a very high speed.
Not wanting a crushed human as his first decent meal after what was to him ages he grabbed him while positioning himself to hit the tree with his back.
The impact wasn't very powerful for him, as he had very high resistance, but it was definitely worse for the human, which he had let go after hitting the tree. While he was intact, he was pretty dizzy and grunting in pain. Not taking any chances this time he grabbed it and put him aligned to his mouth, watering but still barely open, and grinned, waiting for his meal to recover.
In a flurry of limbs and panic S soon found himself flying through the air. Confusion filled his head, his first thought a question. It was obvious the creature had saved him from being crushed, but why? Wasn't he just another meal? When his vision cleared from the impact he received part of the answer: "Oh," he realized we was still a meal, as he looked up and saw the gaping mouth of the dragon, filled with row after row of needle-like teeth. A wave of the monster's breath hit him in the face, forcing a momentary gag reaction.
"Please now," he stuttered, hoping the creature would see reason. "I'm sure we can find a solution that works for the both of us?".
The first thing Devourer's meal did after recovering was instantly assuming at first a surprised expression, probably realizing that he was saved on purpose, then a very scared one after seeing all the fangs lined in his maw waiting for him (without yet realizing that another set of jaws was even deeper in the big maw, hidden by the shadows) and that an almost-gagging one due to his breath being possibly the thing farther away from cleanliness.
After recovering a little from the smell he started to politely ask for some sort of solution that didn't involve him being eaten. The mental response from Devourer, after he spent all that time trying not to eat his friends and then trying to catch him, was an instant "NO!", but he chose to wait a little before making him understand that, just to give him a little bit of hope before crushing it later.
So he backed off the "ready to eat someone" pose and asked him: "Well, after all this time spent trying to get you, you try to get some sort of ""solution""? It must be something really good for me because every second you waste is making me even more hungry". After that, his stomach loudly grumbled, causing some air to climb inside the esophagus, ending in a loud and awful smelling burp, that as a side effect also caused quite a lot of drool to end up on the human's face.
S managed to get one of his hands free and wiped the acidic saliva off his face. "You might not have gotten so hungry if you'd let me go and try to catch something easier," he pleads weakly, suspecting he's not getting out of this. All the while he struggles and squirms inside the eldritch abomination's grasp, afraid of what's coming next.
Devourer stayed still and stone-faced for a few seconds, causing the human to continuously switch between struggling, being worried and hope, but then he started laughing in a manner not too much different to J Jonah Jameson before catching himself and saying: "What did you think I was eating before finding you? Too bad it barely works, since I'm more fine-tuned to eat humans". Any sort of hope disappeared instantly from his meal, causing him to struggle even more.
With an evil glee, he lifted him up in the air and finally started to get ready for a good meal. Devourer opened his maw much more than necessary to eat a meal of his size, but he was mostly doing it for show. It also allowed the human with a very scary view, especially as he noticed the smaller set of jaws. He then opened them showing a clear view to the esophagus, but before starting to eat he decided to have a taste: so he lifted the big tongue and extended it whit a gooey sound and started to lick the poor human.
S squirmed all the more at the sight of the gaping maw, wishing very much to get away from the fearsome creature’s open mouth. The empty, gaping pit that was the back of the throat was almost as scary as the second set of jaws, a sight which both allures him and made him that much more eager to get out of there. As he contemplated his impending fate the massive tongue slithered its way to him, coating him with a layer of saliva, which, if nothing else, could be described as revolting.
After a while, Devourer was satisfied by the taste, his stomach reminding him about the whole hunger thing by grumbling. He put the tongue down on the extremely sharp fangs and started to put his meal on it.
He then finally tilted the head back and started to swallow, sending half of him in the drool covered and dimly lit esophagus as he tried to fight or slow down the process.
S breathed a sigh of relief as the tongue leaves him alone, before realizing he had only been taken out of the metaphorical frying pan. The fire, as it was, happened to be the rest of the beast's maw, which he was lowered into as he panicked. At the same time he was doing his best to avoid the needle-like ends of the monster's teeth.
As half of his body was inside his esophagus, Devourer got tired of all the kicking and muffled screaming coming from inside him he grabbed his flailing legs with one of his hands, which he then used to send the remaining half of his body deeper inside him with a wet, final gulp.
He then watched the struggling bulge going down his neck and disappearing in his body as his stomach got ready for the human.
S panicked even harder when he felt the alien hand wrap around his legs, but it was all for nothing, since he did nothing to delay his ingestion. He groaned in agony as the sharp teeth tore at his flesh. One final gulp sent him down the throat of the unstoppable beast. The slick, warm gullet surrounded him, and had he not been so terrified he would have found it relaxing; the smooth rhythmic beating of the beast's heart pulsed in synchrony with the pulsation of the throat muscles.
Devourer took his time to swallow his meal up, after all, he hadn't had a decent meal for an extremely long time as far as he was concerned. The slow swallowing was done by pulsating the throat walls, causing what could sound like a slow heartbeat. He also used the time to lick away the blood on his fangs.
Finally, he got tired and speed up the process, sending the human to his stomach. He finally couldn't touch the human anymore due to him freefalling inside, but it was temporary: in a few seconds, he hit the bottom of the big, dimly lit and awful smelling stomach or, technically speaking, a 50 cm puddle of drool, bones, blood and a little bit of the actual acid, causing him to scream and then stand.
The movement of the meal caused quite a bit of air movement, that started to go upward, coming out as a massive belch.
On the outside, Devourer finally relaxed, sitting on the ground, He then patted his muscular body and sarcastically asked with a little evil glee: "Well, how does it look in there? I couldn't clean it that much because of the whole ""low energy mode"", but it will still work out nicely, at least for me. Also, don't worry about the whole ""air"" thing, I'll still let you have all the quantity you need, not that it will improve the smell though".
Having reached the stomach S found himself in for a massive surprise, free falling into an empty space with a yelp. For a split second he thought that the eldritch abomination had no stomach, and he would fall through a void forever, his energy and life being slowly, painfully sapped away. His suspicion was broken when he found himself instead in a pool of stomach acid, which itself was filled with many remains. He stood up, hoping to get a better look around, as the stomach seemed to be dimly lit, somehow.
He heard the beast speak to him and worked out a response. "You devoured me and seem to be fishing for compliments. I admit your stomach is not as bad as I would have thought, though I still object to having been invited in the way I was. Also, don't worry about the air; I can do that myself."
He stretched out one hand and whispered a string of words in a strange language, which seemed to resonate with power: "Lef, Mete Rro Lefki."
Once the words left his mouth the vile air suddenly became much more breathable, though the smell stubbornly remained.
After hearing the response and the spell, Devourer responded: " Ok, maybe it was a little bit rude, but Very few people want to get eaten voluntarily, and a lot of the one I know live much further away than I'm willing to go for a simple meal. And it's not like I can eat my living food only when I feel like it, or straight up not eat it, otherwise, we wouldn't be in this situation, don't you think? Also, as far digestion goes, do you have any preferences about pain level and duration? I even thought mages stopped existing a while ago or didn't exist at all, so that's something new as far as power absorption goes".
“Well that’s understandable,” noted S. “Next time, just ask.” While he spoke he grabbed some of the larger bones that were floating around and started to put them together. “As to pain...” He thought for a little bit, and finished constructing the throne of bones, sitting down. “I suppose I can take quite a bit of it. Take as long as you want, really.” He reclined on the seat, causing it to collapse. Standing up from the messy pool of slime he cleared his face again. “Oh, and I’m not a mage. The proper term is Teremagil, though to the untrained eye it’s hard to tell the difference.” He thought for another few moments, walking to one side of the stomach and laying his hand on the wall. “I don’t think you’ll absorb my powers, though.”
“If you’re interested, however,” continued S, “I could teach you a little bit.”
"You know what?" said devourer, interested, "Tell me something about it. Mind you, I still have to digest you in a while, but when I'll return home I'll engorge myself with criminals and people that look like criminals in the bad part of the city and I'll reform you again since there is something about you that interests me".
Thinking about the big buffet he'll have when he'll finally going to be home Devourer's mouth started drooling copiously and the stomach inside started to shrink down as to start the actual digestion, but it couldn't start until he was ready, so nothing really happened.
"Also, that's a really nice throne of animal bones, too bad it destroyed itself" Devourer casually said, waiting for an answer.
“Oh, you can see me in here?” asked S, running his hand along the glowing veins that ran all across the walls. The smaller space felt cozier, and even though the levels of the stomach acid rose he felt safe, mostly reassured by the monster’s promise to regenerate him.
He sat down, letting his body be covered in the slime up to his neck, leaning back against the soft walls of the stomach. “What do you want to know first?”
"I honestly have no idea of where to start, since I don't know anything about this Teremagil thing. Maybe from the basic stuff and why it's different from being a mage?" Devourer asked "Also, weren't you bleeding after repeatedly hitting my fangs?"
S looked over his body, which had healed since being swallowed. “Ah, yes. There is that. I’ll begin there, then. Have you ever heard of what the scientists call entropy?”
"Yeah, I've heard of it," said Devourer "I have a very limited form of it"
“Well, if one is pure of heart then they can use Teremagilshi to take control of entropy. More specifically, making the disorderly, orderly. It’s very unlikely that a damaged body will spontaneously heal itself, but it is possible, so with Teremagilshi, it happened. Or this~” He raised his hand above the acid and pointed toward the center of the stomach. “Koloysduytsya~”
The floating bones vibrated before floating towards each-other, shaping into a circle and spinning around. “You can see this, yes?”
"Sure I can" said Devourer "But don't do anything weird or painful in there" said a little worried
“Don’t worry,” replied S, splashing a handful of acid away from himself. “It’s not like I’m in any position to hurt you ir anything. Now, as to the language I use; that is only a matter of preference. One should use a language they are familiar with, but at the same time one which they feel they can use to express themselves best with. They must agree intrinsically with every detail of the language. Do you see?”
"Mostly yes," Devourer said.
“Now, try this: materialize a light in here. Use whatever language you like.”
So Devourer tried, saying "E luce fù!". At the beginning in looked like nothing happened, but then a small orb of light appeared.
"Very good!" exclaimed S. "Now try to focus on cleansing your thoughts and desires from anything unpure."
Devourer tried to do what he was told, freeing up as much of his mind as he could, even trying to ignore the hunger, then said: "I think I'm ready".
“Now keep in mind this means you must purify your intention as regards everything. Now: begin.”
"I think I feel somewhat different", said Devourer
“If you're feeling immense guilt it means you’re ready. Now, materialize the light again.”
"I don't really know what guilt is, but I sort of feel weird, so I'll try again" he then proceeded to create another light, but this time much quicker and stabler
“Very good!” exclaimed the Teremagil. “Now, the more you practice, the better you should get. Just remember the two aspects of Teremagilshi: Purity, and controlling entropy. You’ll become even more powerful the more self-control you exert on yourself over time, but that’ll come with time.” He got quiet for a moment. “So...” he gulped, “are you going to digest me soon?”
"I'll try and practice more, and thanks for the lesson," Devourer said happily, "however," he also said with a somehow very little saddened tone of voice "I still have to digest you, since I'll have to return with my friends and I don't really want to go all hungry berserker with them, do you understand? I'll make it quick and painless and, as I promised when I can finally engorge myself, I'll reform you. it will still be very bloody, tough. Don't worry about all your memories, I also absorb the soul of the living beings I eat, along with their appearance. It's mostly so I can get pieces of information and shapeshift into it should the need arise, but it comes in handy for reformations too, not that I've done any before yours."
After saying that, he started making the stomach extremely thigh, and at the same time the extremely powerful acid started to appear from the walls of the stomach.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll be able to shape-shift into my appearance. I have measures in place against that. Some rather unsavory persons do not hold in their favor, so you’d be safer if you don't, anyway.” The Teremagil yelped in surprise as the stomach got much smaller. He grimaced as the acid began to eat away at his flesh. “By virtue of my powers my soul will also remain unabsorbed. You’ll have to disgorge my skull to reform me properly, by the way. Please don’t forget to do that.”
He then decided to brace himself for further pain and stopped talking, allowing the corrosive liquid to coat his body and break down his material form on the molecular level.
Devourer waited for a little while, specifically until all the flesh was digested into a reddish goop, then used his stomach muscles to separate the skull from the rest of his body and send it upwards in the esophagus, until it reached the mouth, superating both layers of fangs without even a scratch thanks to both uninjing and tongue maneuvers.
He then put it on is big, clawed hand and started to prepare to replicate the famous "to be or not to be", but before he could do that a much more serious question appeared in his mind: "wait, how do I explain to my friends that I have a skull?", but then the answer came out of his mind pretty quickly: "I'll just do the sort of absorption thing where I store stuff without actually absorbing it, if it works for the phone it should work with a skull too".
He then proceeded to do just that, hiding the skull deep into his hyperdense body to use for later.
A day later he returned home with a recently emptied stomach after his buffet he was craving to do and started the reformation progress: he put the skull into a blob of his biomass and commanded it to recreate an exact copy of the Teremagil, and he then expelled it from his body.
The blob started to twitch in what looked like an early stage of a human, but he then quickly grew and became an exact replica, as he hoped. "Well, this is it, I maintained my word, now you can return to your house." However, before he left, I remembered something, so I followed him and touched him with my clawed hand: "I almost forgot about this" he said, handing him over his sketchbook "I got it while returning to the cabin." He then tried to do a nice smile, but that wasn't possible whit a mouth like his: "I hope to see you again in the future, but next time I hope it will be a little more willing", After that he waved him goodbye as he disappeared in the night.
The Teremagil, returning the smile and thanking the Eldritch dragon, was about to walk about when he turned back and called out to him: “Wait! I forgot to ask your name!”
Before he could go far, he heard the Teremagil asking for his name, so he turned back and responded: "I called myself Devourer, I know, it's somewhat cheesy, but it works for me, but how about you?
“I am called S, pronounced, Esh. An old family name, really. It was a pleasure meeting you!”
"Same for me, I hope to meet you again!"
And so Devourer and S parted ways, with the hope to meet again.
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