Sol drifted in the endless void, agony wracking her body as if she were being unmade and remade in the same breath. Darkness pressed against her skin, seeping into her veins, igniting a searing burn in her abdomen. She clutched her heart, feeling it twist with unnatural force. As she surrendered to the blackness, her consciousness flickered out, leaving behind only pain and emptiness.
Sol[/@ch_1]’s form, etching intricate, black sigils across her flesh. Above her, a halo of obsidian light hovers, casting eerie reflections on her new appendages.]
When Sol awoke, her body was forever changed. Black, fractal patterns crept along her skin, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat. From her waist emerged writhing tentacles, fins unfurled along her arms, and ragged wings erupted from her back. A black halo shimmered over her head, radiating an aura of chilling command, and as the void embraced her, her past dissolved until only the urge to rule remained.
Sol[/@ch_1] stands crowned in darkness, obsidian claws gleaming.]
In the heart of the nothingness, Sol extended her new claws, their edges glimmering with lethal intent. She raised her arms and the blackness responded, as if recognizing its sovereign. The cosmos trembled before her wails, a terrible laughter echoing across the newly-forged throne. Even the memories of her former self faded, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of power absolute.
Sol[/@ch_1] defiantly.]
The last hope of resistance emerged—a dragon radiant with starlight. Its roar shook the emptiness as it challenged Sol, eyes burning with desperate courage. "Your reign ends here, abomination! I am the guardian of the old worlds, and I will not let you consume the light," the dragon thundered, unleashing a torrent of fire. Yet, Sol’s tentacles and claws pierced through scale and spirit, binding the beast’s essence to her own.
Sol[/@ch_1] kneels, her skin shifting to black and purple as she drinks, souls swirling into her dress like captured stars.]
With the dragon’s power now hers, Sol sought the well of the goddess, its waters swirling with primordial energy. She drank deeply, her form transforming as black and purple hues danced across her skin. The gathered souls, yearning for freedom, were drawn irresistibly toward her, only to be consumed—each one adding to her might. Her laughter, wicked and triumphant, sent shivers across all realms.
Sol[/@ch_1]’s fingertips. Her flawless body gleams with sacred and profane markings, her voice resonating across the newborn cosmos.]
Sol wove universes and creatures from the darkness, birthing worlds with insatiable hunger. Silk flowed from her skin, tethering her to the very realities she shaped, her markings glowing with sinister pride. She birthed a soul, only to absorb it once more, her beauty now flawless and terrible—a testament to her birthright. Her wails and laughter echoed through every world, her malevolence the law of the cosmos.
Sol[/@ch_1] stands at its center, her markings blazing, her laughter the anthem of oblivion.]
Now, as the malevolent queen, Sol ruled all that was and would be. Her screams reverberated endlessly, a warning and a curse. The souls she consumed became the jewels in her dress, and every new universe trembled at her approach. Her evil laughter illuminated her markings, casting a baleful glow that would never fade.
