Hen're'it doubled over, clutching her sides, as waves of agony coursed through her body. Her form contorted on the ground, writhing in torment as the looming cosmic entity brandished its mighty sword, poised to strike her down. The air crackled with tension as the blade descended, a lethal arc of impending doom. But then, in a moment of surreal disbelief, the sword halted mid-air, suspended by an unseen force, mere feet above the trembling ground.
The weight of the blade was immense, capable of shattering mountains and rending the earth itself, yet it remained motionless, defying gravity's pull. Hen're'it, her hand gripping the hilt of the sword, stood tall amidst the chaos, her figure growing rapidly until she towered eye to eye with the creature from the void.
"+Mother?+" The creature's voice reverberated through the fabric of reality, its words echoing with an eerie resonance that sent shivers down the spine.
Hen're'it tilted her head in wonder, a surge of newfound power coursing through her veins, each heartbeat bringing forth a transformation of untold magnitude.
"+No, child, I am not your mother,"+ she replied, her voice carrying a haunting calmness that belied the chaos surrounding them. "+No child of mine could endure as long as your wretched kind has.+"
Meanwhile, nearby, Geo'rgge underwent a metamorphosis of his own, his body engulfed in flames of jet black as he absorbed the essence of the creatures spawned from the miasma. With a touch of his hand and a shift of his gaze, he assimilated their codex, merging their power with his own.
As the flames enveloped him, his skin melted away, replaced by a new, onyx-black form pulsating with otherworldly energy. With newfound strength coursing through his veins, he seized one of the grotesque creatures by the throat, its monstrous form writhing in his grasp.
"+Disgusting creature, born from the darkness of the beginning,+ Geo'rgge proclaimed, his voice echoing with authority. "+Created by the first fallen, cast into oblivion yet dwelling still in torment. Allow me, my 'daughter,' to end your suffering.+"
At that moment, the echoing cry for "mother" reached its intended recipient. Slowly, eyes as radiant as starfire opened, bathing the surroundings in an intense white glow. Lilith, the first. The mother of the damned, the creator of darkness, emerged from the shadows of the void, her presence heralding the arrival of darkness incarnate.
"My children," she spoke, her voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down the spines of all who heard it. "Who dares."