Twisted Tales: volume 4

Suddenly a burst of flame ignites within your room, levitating soundlessly above you. It shifts from side to side observing it's surroundings and scuttling around the room a bit, before returning to its spot at the foot of the bed. At that point it sprouts a mass of flaming tentacles which weave themselves into two arms and two legs, vaguely humanoid but regardless of any sexual features. The body was composed of molten energy hardened into physical form. A flaming tongue flickered out of its lipless mouth before a faint but imposing voice began to grasp at your senses "Sorry for waking you my dear, I am Verimph chaos deity of the mind. Honored as keeper of memories, Engineer of the hyperdimensional energy construct, a scribe of the universe and masterful psion. Not that a mortal like you can comprehend the full gravity of that."

The being sighed while looking you over during what you must assume was a dream or else this entity could not exist right? It's molting skin was turning to ash before your very eyes and wafting away on the currents of the air. And yet the miasmic appearance of the creature's flesh never seemed to waver or diminish, glowing brighter and pulsating with the beings indeterminable mood instead. The obvious was all that broke your lips "Wh- what the hell are you d- doing here?" You felt ashamed you couldn't even address the thing without a stutter. It turned its eye orbs towards your face and the pupils began to suddenly spiral in a furl of blades, before the being looked away once more examining your body critically.

It's waspy voice filled your head even as its lips remained solidly unperturbed, "you will do nicely I believe yes, your form is primitive but I see potential after all, maybe a few more million years and you might be amusing for me to engage." The being laughed and sneered at you, it's long ethereal hairlike appendages swirled about it sizzling audibly with an acidic quality that made you flinch quite dramatically, clamoring backwards and holding your blankets for cover. The being laughs and turns showing you its majesty in profile, it's amorphous humanoid shape had shifted to that of a very well endowed Devil queen who stood imperiously wreathed only in a gown of flames. "You are too inferior for me now, a being such as I does not indulge in the youthful far too boring for my tastes. But my children's tastes are far more varied." She cocks her delicate hands on her waist and taunts you a bit with the swell of her full hindquarters, all the while thrusting her prodigious chest out and solidly glaring into your soul. "Too inferior a being for me. But yes, my children will enjoy melding with you for sure, don't hurt yourself little mortal." and with that she turned back into the imposing swirl of flaming tendrils that had made up most of her body when she had first arrived and imploded in on herself, leaving you alone at the tail end of what surely must be a fabricated nightmare.