Evil grins from the darkness watch the writhing black mass: like living black slime, boiling, bubbling. Real severed limbs and silhouettes of humanoid and beast souls mixed in this ugly substance. A mouth slowly forms from the black slime and, shrieking and writhing in agony, this thing slowly takes on the outlines of an animal. A huge black animal resembling a cross between a cat or a wolf with the features of a dragon. It slaps its wet feathered wings on the snow-white floor and tries to breathe, greedily swallowing air, spewing out the remains of black filth from its mouth.
- What is your name, child? - A voice came from the abyss.
- Mafirat - Her thoughts materialized into words, echoing off the giant columns surrounding this place.
She slowly raises her head, examining her cradle. A place in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by an impenetrable abyss, separated from the darkness by a couple of dozen meters of snow-white tiles. Columns rise along the perimeter of this island. And in the darkness she sees barely distinguishable silhouettes of terrible creatures. Three terrible mutilated tall figures looked at her from the impenetrable darkness.
- You will serve us Mafirat - the voice was different, more teasing and even more evil.
- Like everyone before you. Like everyone after you. - The speaker's laughter, which was chilling to the point of goosebumps, pierced her body with fear.
- You were given a piece of the abyss, child, your essence is connected to this place. With us. Take care of it Mafirat, otherwise we will devour you. Otherwise we will break you - In confirmation of his words, a bony, ulcerated and blistered giant hand pressed her body to the tiles, almost breaking a couple of her ribs.
Feeling liberated by the speaker's vile touch, swaying and shaking from the recent pain, she stood up and shook off the remains of those who had just been sacrificed for her birth.
These vile creatures were idle, their endless lives were dominated by boredom and a sense of permissiveness. They created servants from human souls and remains to satisfy their perverted desires.
- Will you be a good servant, Mafirat? - one of the voices of the abyss purred viciously.
She lowered her head and pressed her long black ears along her flexible neck, she had no choice, she was born to serve these vile creatures.