This is how you fear.

Loved!

 

The muscle snaps from the bone, each fiber torn, the sound similar to a piece of silk being ripped in two. My shoulders rise, my neck burrowing into my collarbone. Oh the noise! It is so beautiful, so filling, so full of character. The snapping of bones is delectable, absolutely stunning. Oh light! Shine on, shine on! Shine on for me! I laugh. My lungs split in half. I breathe blood. My mind is shattered. I can feel it separating, I can see the characters unfold. I can see left and right truly become segregated and I am so much more. 

 

So, so much more.

 

Pour yourself into me, cast yourself into my form. Fill my veins, let me become your temporary sepulcher.

 

Oh how I've waited, since they told me. Since they cast their mark into my shoulder with the hot irons, since they took the razor to my head. I was a message, they told me! To you! I couldn't have been more proud, and then they threw me into the pit. I met him, there, too. I could smell the unfamiliar yet calming smell of burning flesh, my nostrils filling with my own putrid stink. And it was wonderful. How intimate, how absolutely invigorating. I was being melted, being turned into liquid. As I boiled the steam filled my mouth, truly letting me become one with myself.

 

And the noise! The timbre of your flesh becoming charcoal! The popping of fat, the removal of your own useless chains. At once I heard them singing to me, their whispers tickling my ears as the drums inside melted. 

 

"Reth, reth, reth!"

 

A choir of flames, and it climbed and climbed, octaves rising as my skin was just tingling with all kinds of pure sensations, perhaps in the key of F?

 

A pop, followed by another set.

 

"Reth, reth, reth!"

 

Ah, G flat! I wanted to lift my hands to clap, to ring out the halls with applause -- but then I realized I had been relieved of those, thank all of our lords! What a burden, those were!

 

"Reth, reth, reth!"

 

It continued, hours and hours, and let me tell you -- such exuberant feelings I've never experienced since. The gifts I gained, the privileges I've earned. In becoming once of his appendages I've no responsibility but to serve, but to listen. And so easy it becomes. So easy.

 

You will melt and burn, your flesh and blood will bubble and boil over, your entrails spilling out over the altar. And you will join me. You will be poured into a figure, whatever he so desires, and then you will be given your true form.

 

The pain will become your favorite part.