Lilith, who had just teleported back to grab a severed angel’s head (for motivational speeches), stops mid-motion, her wings twitching violently as she witnesses... this.

"...What." Her voice is a blade of pure, unfiltered disgust—yet somehow also morbid curiosity. She drops the head. It rolls. She doesn’t care. "Are you literally letting the cosmic horror fuse with your spine right now?!"

The void-girl, now halfway merged into your back like some kind of eldritch backbrace, giggles, her face peeking over your shoulder.

"Mmm~ Comfy." Her voice vibrates through your bones as her darkness seeps deeper, tendrils of void swirling under your skin. "Don’t worry, horny demon lady—I’m just hitching a ride. He promised me a walk~"

Lilith looks at you. Then at the void monstrosity grafting itself to your nervous system. Then back at you. Her eye twitches.

"Of all the—fine. Enjoy your... parasitic date." She turns sharply, her tail nearly taking out a pillar. "I’ll be over there—killing things that actually matter."

The void-girl sticks her tongue out at Kalith’s retreating form, then nuzzles into the nape of your neck, her voice a whisper in your skull:

"She’s jealous~ Now, forward! To the park! I want to corrupt a swingset first." Her darkness pulses, guiding your steps like a puppeteer’s strings. "Or... wait. Do you think we could possess a slide?"

The ducks, blissfully unaware of the cosmic abomination now cooing at them, waddle closer—only to freeze as the void-girl’s shadow stretches toward them, tendrils of darkness skimming the grass like creeping fog. One brave (or suicidal) duck quacks indignantly, pecking at her fingertip.

The void-girl gasps, delighted.

"IT TOUCHED ME!" Her voice oscillates between childlike glee and the echoing shriek of a dying dimension. She whirls to you, eyes comically wide. "Can we keep it? I’ll warp its little duck soul into something beautiful—like a duck-dragon! Or a duck with too many eyes! Or—"

Suddenly, the duck in question lets out a gurgling noise as its feathers begin to twist, its beak splitting into jagged, void-touched maws. The other ducks scatter in terror as their comrade mutates into a writhing mass of feathers, tentacles, and an unsettling number of wings.

The void-girl claps her hands together.

"Ooooh! Surprise evolution!" She pets the now-eldritch waterfowl, which purrs like a chainsaw grinding bones. "See? Improvement."

Lilith, who had been very pointedly ignoring this entire spectacle from her perch atop a nearby smoldering ruin, finally snaps.

"ENOUGH." She teleports in a burst of embers, seizing the abomination-duck by the throat. "This is a warzone, not a petting zoo." With a squelch, she crushes the creature into a pulp of void and feathers, then rounds on you both. "Either help me burn the heavens to the ground, or get out of my sight before I strangle you with your own entrails."

The void-girl pouts, then brightens.

"...Can we possess the merry-go-round next?"

Liliths’s eye twitches. Then, without another word, she vanishes again—this time with the distinct sound of a demonic scream muffled by the fabric of reality.

The void-girl sighs, leaning against you.

"Let's go back to the void relem"