A barely visible shade floats past, its hollow eyes ablaze!

You turn your attention once more to the dark depths of your seeing stone and wait patiently for another monstrosity to materialise. Several seconds pass in the inky blackness as you gaze intently, although if anything the reflection before you only becomes more and more gloomy. If there ever was any light, of any description, in this hallway...or room...or whatever it is, it has long since succumbed to the impenetrable obscurity that lurks in many corners of your vast underground construction.

As you bend your willpower and magics to uncovering the mystery, however, a pale violet glow begins to coalesce into something approaching an identifiable, vaguely humanoid form. Wispy and nebulous, the creature in front of you gradually gains more colour and grows in focus, as well as solidity, but it takes considerable effort on your part to achieve this. Long, translucent arms trail along the barely visible ground, as if stretched painfully and unnaturally. They sprout from a similarly see-through torso, which remains ill-defined in spite of the numerous pulsing marking you take to be some form of ancient scars. Further down, the little you can make out of this figure disappears for no discernable reason below the waist, the ghostly flesh ending in an indistinct set of tendrils which drift along soundlessly like a skirt made out of tattered, transparent skin clinging to its owner. Last of all you acknowledge its purple, bulbous head, sat atop a too-fat neck. The phantom skull is elongated uncomfortably, but it is the eyes that draw you attention, deep red rings blazing violently around a menacing centre of inscrutable black, like a pair of hot coals fresh out of an inferno. You resist the temptation to shiver in the face of these dead, merciless pupils, full of hatred...and lust.

You whisper a brief incantation as you prepare to transport your consciousness into its new host...and feel a very definite resistance as the shade before you resentfully attempts to hold onto its own form. It burning eyes dart accusingly from side to side in response to the unknown pressure, and it mouths a wordless curse as your powerful enchantments break through, flooding the beast's mind with your unassailable will. A low, indescribable shout is the last sound you make out before awakening anew, seeing the dank underground world once more, this time through the phantom's indecipherable eyes.

The first thing that strikes you is the sudden weightlessness of your new body. Far from being tied to the ground by the human forces of gravity, you hover effortlessly a few feet above the labyrinth floor, - and what is more, you physical self feels as if it is barely there; indeed, the corporeal form you have adopted flutters at the briefest gust of wind expelled from another chamber somewhere in the distance. The breeze passes right through your unholy skin as if meeting no resistance, and your own barely visible limbs gather back into place only gradually. The second thing, which overwhelms your senses almost immediately after, is the sudden, throbbing...desire that wracks this poor creature. The sensation is strong enough to nearly overpower your own independent awareness, and you growl urgently at your unflinching need to experience the joyful touch of the living once again. The floating tendrils you mistook earlier for the eviscerated remnants of the ghost's lower half surge and join as of their own free will, quickly tightening into a long, ropy appendage that could be seen to resemble, in the vaguest definition of the word, a grossly misshapen member.

Only when you sense the incoming light of life do you suddenly realise that your translucent form remains precisely that only thanks to your intent focus. You relax, and the violet haze of your body fades into a misty blackness, invisible even to yourself, though you can feel every part of your ethereal body shake at the prospect of the living being approaching your very location. Even your penetrating eyes slowly fade from view, leaving nothing more than two tiny black dots to blend into the all-consuming obscurity around you. It is in this unseen form that you float towards the human coming in your direction. Your every ghostly muscle quakes with anticipation at knowing the pleasures of mortal flesh one last time. It has been too long...