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Ebony Ruins Of The Evoker Hermetic Order.

It was a long forgotten ruin a fair distance away from well..., anything. Deep in the wilderness away from kingdoms and ports, lay the ruins of what was known as Hermetic Order..., an organization dedicated to studying magic, alchemy, metallurgy and all manner of creation. At least that's what they had been doing; the order had LONG ago fallen into ruin and fractured. One of the many sites lost to time or conflict, either external or internal. It's members dying in the ruin's halls or flying to the winds and joining other groups or turning into crazed hermits.

Now all that prowled the site were the long forgotten creations of the old inventors, and the few handful of adventurers that came looking for long forgotten tech, alchemical regents, or anything that could be of any value. Only a handful of small towns were near this ruin; as while it was largely stripped of resources already there were always other things to pilfer. Including the strange smooth metal like substance the composed the surface of the walls and floors of the site; many would pay plenty for such a metal for their kitchens or ballrooms.

One would have to brave the darker and deeper depths of the dungeon to find more of this material to sell off. But this was a mostly dead site; there was a limit to just how dangerous it could be and how many monsters roamed it's grounds at once. This was no paper tiger though, as half dead dungeon is still a dungeon. Some would go missing for one reason or another if they braved the location, and the site had to be cleared of monsters from time to time for resources and precaution.

It was this long forgotten ruin that the Dark Goddesses decided to toss their newest champion into.

Memory was fuzzy.

The last thing he..., she...., they.., remembered was a lot of pain then cold. Then it was somewhere else that was..., somehow even colder than before and at the same time gave off a burning feeling too. Something about too much cold could feel as if burning hot flame passed in their head. Wherever they were, there are two attractive women speaking words and commands to them. Make choices, plan ahead, all sort of things to do and prepare for. Whispered promises of what was to come along with a surge of your own desires..., then nothing.

Existence was just a big dark blur, blocking all of their senses. Slowly, but surely, they felt themselves being pulled back into the plane of reality. The hard floor made it clear they were at least aware that they were still living. They moved their hands to try and get up, realizing they... didn't have hands. Rather some sort of tentacle or pseudopod was used to pull their body upright. That was weird; they were supposed to have a hand right... and an arm to go with it. That's how humans looked right?

In fact…, they couldn't really remember much details when they were human. Other than some knowledge and a few flashes of their previous life. They did recall the two women from before. Dark Gods, Melanoche and Carnachias, summoning them into this world as the herald of the dark, something about woe and terror and darkness..., and a lot of sluts.

Their body pulsed with need..., whoever they were in their old life definitely wouldn't object to this. Maybe the manner in how to DO so and End objectives. Which was a little odd. They recalled being at least a gentle person, maybe even good. If only really kinky with money going into... certain fetish commissions. Actually doing that was a different feeling and yet it didn't feel like it disgusted them. Who was controlling this body exactly? Their old self or the one that had been created by the Goddesses? With the weird haze of memories, just who were they?

They would have to sit down and think about that later! Anyways where are they? Oh right..., now it was just trying to find out just what they had to work with.

And what they had was... a lot of nothing.

They were in some dark forgotten ruin that was once used by Alchemists, Mages, and Craftsmen that hadn't really been used in god knows how long. That knowledge had been driven into them, so they had a basic idea of the site they were in. Only the deepest halls seemed to have anything of use including..., well they were just gonna call it 'spawning pit'.

It was a pit was a large opening in the floor that lead to the floor below it. Full of a weird liquid..., the term 'mercury' came to their mind only it was black in color instead. They could see several devices that looked like over sized tubes or holding chambers; only cracked, leaking and thus half submerge in the goo. Strange creatures would slowly pull themselves out of the gooey pit... and instantly attach themselves to them. Not literally. But they could sense something about them... a sort of 'obedience' to them.

The creatures came in two versions; one a smaller orb shaped body with a couple pseudopod as a mode of transport and another that looked like a weird... armored worm/snake hybrid with a couple spider like limbs. Both shared somethings in common; both were black and had a single eye. Where white would be though was simply more black, and their golden irises looked back at them.

More info popped into their mind. The orb was something called a Qilope. It was largely... useless in a fight. However it was important to a Bioferric colony as it served as a worker drone for the colony. These creatures sought out supplies and materials for the pit to use, helped to stabilize and grow the spawning pit, and clean up the dungeon that the pit found itself in. The word 'Roomba' popped into their head as they watched one move by and absorb some moss that was growing in the cracked walls.

The other creature; the weird snake bug thing was called a Larva. If the Qilope was the care taker; the Larva was the base 'combat' unit of the Bioferric family. If left alone they could turn into larger more powerful forms but given their master's power, only the base form was could do. They were ambush fighters, using different poisons in their sharp mouths or the different tail ends. Blades, grasping claws, needles; any kind of implement that would allow them to hold fast and or inject something into a target.

So Qilopes were the absolute base unit, and Larva were the base combat unit. Or maybe 'aggressive' unit was a better way to describe it. And both could get other features as they grew in number and powers and...,

Dealing with this mental info dump something for later. They wanted..., NEEDED to take a look at themselves. As if on cue, a few of the Larva creatures dragged out a few stained shards of glass from a pile of junk and assembled them together in a close facsimile of a mirror; if you ignored the cracks in between them. Larvas seemed able to dexterous move their limbs and even tails to do this task. That was good to know for later.

The image before them was... odd. They HAD picked human during the weird goddess talk to them... right? But in the mirror simply looked like a weird cross between the Qilope and Larva creatures. Only bigger. Honestly they had the shape of a Qilope, only with the tail and extra plating that a Larva had. That wouldn't do; they wanted an actual human body. But how.

It was then they noticed a few of the creatures near them carrying stuff. Almost like ants, they took items on top of their bodies or little limbs and dragged/carried them to the edge of the pit and dropped them in. Metal, bones, clothing, a few plants or odd clumps of slime; it seemed the pit took anything tossed in, processed it, and then gave birth to more of these creatures.

Given that a new 'lord' was born from the pit... or attached to it..., or whatever; the pit must have gone into over time to produce enough minions for their use. The process as they watched seemed to be slowing though. There must be a cap of how ever many minions they can command at once. Anything else would stay inside the pool as a sort of material 'soup' to be used for later.

That's when something caught their eye; bodies. A pair of bodies were being carried towards the pit, neither of them struggling against the much weaker creatures. With a slight mental nudge they halted the creature's progress and took a look at the bodies. One was male, one was female; both dressed in a garb that looked like adventurer or maybe explorer. They must have lost their lives in the ruins from... something. Poison, maybe as their bodies didn't seem to be wounded much. Heck their bodies weren't even cold yet.

If left alone; they'd just be more food for the pit. But maybe there was something else to be done here. After all, they DID want a body and it seemed possible to... well, 'use materials' to make something new. They just had to make a choice here.

(We're just gonna possess a new body don't get it twisted. I'm also taking I suppose a lot of liberties with this idea but hey, it's a fun idea.)