Chapter 2
by 
Devil-of-the-pen
You are...
A dark envoy...
You feel yourself start to exist emerging from the chaos and madness of an existential plane of nonexistence. Your form a writhing mass of tentaclestailing off of a round yet developing face emerging from a pool of black tar. And at the center of your body you open your singular eye opens showing a black orb with a singular ring of yellow with a slitted pupil. You gaze around seeing a lightly lit library tyrned into an altar with hodded figures behind you and in front of you... a platinum blonde noblewoman presenting her womanhood to you.