Birth of Avarice (Part 2)

Somewhere a class - O is stumbling about in its purgatory of bliss, completely unaware of its surroundings. It is obliviously dragging the dismembered arm of its owner behind it, that still clings to its leash.

It bumped into something that has the texture of knotted wood. The thing springs open. It is now warm and wet and soft. The class - O climbs in to have a nap. It slowly begins to dissolve into the flesh.

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Avarice is roaming the ship in the form of a great centipede, as it is the most efficient way she could move the amount of mass she currently feels comfortable inhabiting. Her mouth is a gaping void of ever consuming blades, her metallic plates are the color of barely dried blood, and the back of her segments are all adorned with six eyes of living embers arranged in a mirrored triangular pattern. Her body glides with a disturbing swiftness and precision as many, many pairs of long clawed arms grasp at the surfaces beneath her.

She found the last affini. She swallows her.

Once again she feels memories of shock and pain rage within her mind, along with everything else the affini, Osmundales Lux ever experienced in her 9 blooms of life.

The ship completely belongs to her now. She can finally begin to process just what she has become.

In her contemplative victory lap she notices that one of the cocoons of biomass she left behind is open, and that somehow the insides of it writhe and shift and scream with more and more impatience. As she approaches, a flash of yellow shoots at her with a loud buzz, makes impact, then promptly bounces back a few meters. The armored humanoid figure stands up, looks around, freezes, then prostrates herself in front of the slightly confused centipede.

"My name is Nadia Astra Brouk, former captain of the Grotesque Splendor, please make me your knight!"

Two pairs of translucent wings vibrate on her back with apparent excitement.

"I accidentally fell into one of your flesh storage things and it allowed me to rebuild myself. Also it showed me some of the things you experienced. I feel more aware than ever! Pain feels painful again too! Still a bit pleasurable but painful as well. Aaaaaaanyways, can I put the other subdued humans in those pods?"

Avarice forms the upper body of a well endowed woman on top of her head segment. A mane of long, scarlet hair is draped over her. Her skin is as pale as a corpse.

"You can stand. Do as you please as long as you don’t hinder me."

Nadia stands up, dissolves her helmet and looks up at her new owner(?) queen(?) goddess(?) with unbound reverence. Tears of joy sprout from her glowing amber eyes. Humanity will be saved.