| It is too quiet up here now. How I long to return home, to realise my ambition, to fulfil the glory that is Lloth. Vierna, my bitch sister, plays her politics. Well at least she stays out my way. It is too quiet. I cannot even find a pitiful Von’Sah or renegade to torment. I must give Vierna grudging credit for that. Even my Xun’riia has buried herself away somewhere, searching through tomes, enhancing her knowledge. So all I can do is ponder on what the Divine Mother wants from me. Give me a sign my Lloth, give me, your faithful daughter Faeryl, more favour than my bitch sister and I will do thy will.
Stumbled upon a weird pixie. Rambled on and on in riddles about how it is the weak that are strong and the strong are weak. I got fed up and bored with its stupidity. Go on pixie shout out your riddles, scream out your suffering, no one will hear you in this place! Suffer little pixie, suffer and give your pain to Lloth.
The Shadow Lady came to see me. It has been a while and her shadow grows blacker. I tell her that soon the shadow will consume her. If she wants to live the shadow needs to be destroyed. But she will not let me enter her mind, not willingly anyway. I need to do that to find out what evil essence surrounds her. Still there may be an opening. She wants my help. Something else disturbs her. Well not her exactly, it disturbs the male that is constantly by her side. Perhaps there is something to keep me amused after all. Something to make this stinking surface bearable.
I need rest, but rest is a lonely thing without my Xun’riia by my side. I feel the reverie creeping up on me. What do you want Shadow Lady? There is desperation in the eyes of your male. So what is it you want……..more to the point, what will you give me in return? Come to me Shadow Lady…..come to me….come to…..me……come…..to……me…….
……….I emerge from the blackness and warmth and try to make sense of these new surroundings. My legs, all eight of them, are shaky and unstable but I soon gain stability. The cloudy blurred images begin to clear and I see a few others now. All tiny like myself, these are my sisters. As my eyes clear more, I see the vast image of my mother. A queen of spiders she stands regally giving birth, more of my sisters emerge and soon there are hundreds of us. All the queen’s daughters, thousands, tens of thousands, soon there are a million of us…. and not one son!
The queen, my mother, is satisfied with her work and rests contentedly. But I am hungry now, oh so hungry. There is no food only a vast mound of sister upon sister. A million of us tiny spiders, each one hungry. I look around watching, trying to make sense of what I should do next, of what my mother wants. Then I see a sister devour another sister. She seems to increase in size. She devours another and grows a little more. Yes! That is it! Only the strongest survive and the weak are devoured. That is what my mother wants! A one in a million daughter! I move cautiously to the fringes of the seething, living ball that is my sisters. Devouring this one or that one as I move. I feel the strength now, the power. I pick off the weak one by one all the while watching for others with ambition to be as powerful as me. Soon there will be few of us left. Only the strong survive and I will be the strongest…….. |