Rumble* Rumble*
Crackle*
The tempest raged with a fervor born of ancient wrath, casting shadows upon the world with an almost malevolent insistence. The heavens themselves seemed to writhe in agony, their dark expanse split by incessant flashes of lightning that tore through the oppressive gloom, revealing the tumultuous landscape below.
Plash-sloshing*
The rain descended in torrents, drenching the forest to its roots, almost drowning them, where the ancient trees, now rendered spectral by the storm's fury, shuddered as though in primal recognition of the apocalyptic event unfolding in their midst. The very air was charged with a brooding sense of impending doom, as if the storm, with its thunderous roars and crackling light, heralded the birth of an ominous presence (A/N Mary Shelley's style of writing)
Glop* Glop*
A specter of dread emerged from the womb of nature's turmoil to confront the trembling world. The blood bubbled like a lava mountain on the verge of explosion, not afraid to let the world know about itself, waiting to devour everything in its path. It kept boiling until it stopped, bringing a peace into the tunnel like the world has stopped the being from crossing over, but then it happened.
Splash*
The blood in the pool splashed, the blood pool started enlarging.
Rumble* Crackle* Crackle*
The sound of cloud rumbling increased further, threatening to destroy it if it stepped into this world, but the entity in the pool was stubborn and…
Boom* Boom*
Crackle*
Lightning started raining down on the forest, trying to raze it to the ground. Everyone's head turned toward this natural phenomenon and they wondered what was happening. Everyone had a different speculation, different ideas about the cause, but none of them were correct. The alliance sent scouts to see what was happening. The lightning was interfering with their surveillance magic.
While all of this was happening, the red puddle didn't stop its work.
Swish*
Something from it emerged, a creature of unnatural visage, as it slowly came out of the puddle, which kept on widening like a portal, making it size viable to the thing that was coming out, it stretched outside the tunnel and into the torrent of rain and lightning. The lightning and rain took this opportunity and reined hell over the pool. Lightning struck it with no interval, hell-bent on evaporating it, but it was too late now as the pond, that had turned into a lake size now, had no longer an effect from the lightning, instead it started devouring the lightning that struck it. The lightning snakes could be seen swirling inside the lake.
The rain tried to wash away everything but, like an immiscible liquid, it just gathered over the surface of the lake, forming a very strange visual, a red beneath with a transparent liquid about, like a glass protecting the reddish blood under it.
Huunnnnneeennnnn*
A roar or a call emerged, trembling the entire forest with just its echoes, as the lake started bulging up, forming a parabola(A/N leading downward, i.e., a<0). And like a chicken out of its egg, the lake of blood and water parted, giving way to the creature that invaded this world. Its presence warped the very air around it. The first thing to break the surface was its head, a horrifying and grotesque sight that seemed to defy the natural order.
The head stood out over everything in its surroundings, dominating the landscape with its immense size and ominous presence. The skin, if we can call it that, was like a work of a novice seamstress, containing a variety of patches—ranging from a sickly, pale gray to a deep, rotting black. The uneven surface was riddled with deep scars and many open wounds that had barely clotted like the creature was still in a battle against someone, with the blood-red liquid taking refuge in every nook and valley it had found.
When its head finally pierced the surface, the creature opened its eyes, which were impossibly large, dominating much of its nightmarish visage. There was something squirming inside those two giant bulbs that were filled with malevolent intelligence. Each eye was a swirling, chaotic void, with a dull, glowing red hue that seemed to pulse rhythmically, as if alive.
But that was not what made it eerie: within them, nestled in the abyssal darkness, were countless smaller eyes. These miniature eyes, each one moving around independently, darted around frenetically, as if scanning the surroundings with an insatiable hunger. The effect and the dread plus the chills it gave were quite hair-raising, like looking into a nightmare that stared back, alive with countless restless spirits waiting for an opportunity to devour your whole being.
But that was just the beginning, and soon the creature opened its mouth, a cavernous (gaping) maw, as it continued to rise from the blood lake. The teeth inside were jagged, splintered, and uneven, each one a monstrous weapon in its own right. They were not aligned in neat rows but jutted out at all angles, as if they had been jammed into place by someone who doesn't know "S" of symmetry. Blood washed these teeth, giving them a red glow. If one looks inside, they would find the teeth extending to the end, like the entirety of its inside contained only teeth.
The head had another feature on it, a crown that might have once been a majestic crest, now reduced to a shattered array of jagged spikes that jutted out at irregular intervals from its skull, piercing through what could barely be called a "skin". These spikes were cracked and broken, remnants of some ancient, catastrophic battle that the creature had long survived.
Finally, surrounding its blowhole, rather than releasing a soothing mist, there was a constant, red vapor. This foul cloud was thick and acrid, leaving a trail of rot and corruption wherever it wafted, laying waste to the forest, rotting every piece of wood, but the creature itself seemed immune to it. The vapor swirled around the creature's head, obscuring parts of it in a haze of despair and decay, making the nightmarish vision even more surreal.
As the head fully emerged, the very ground seemed to tremble, unable to bear the weight of the creature that was forcing its way into the world.
Huuunnnnn*
As this monstrous whale's head fully emerged from the pool, the rest of its nightmarish body followed. The creature's neck bones were thick and sinewy, covered in the same decaying, patchwork skin that adorned its head. The creature's head connected seamlessly with its body, like it had no neck, an elongated form, reminiscent of a colossal whale yet twisted and deformed by some ancient curse or mutation.
Its back arched high, forming a ridged spine that jutted out into a series of jagged, bone-like protrusions. Each ridge was sharp, like the dorsal fin of some ancient leviathan (A/N google it, you'll find many) covered in blood. These ridges extended down its entire length, making the creature appear even more monstrous and alien.
The skin along its sides was stretched to the limit, cracking in places to reveal the pulsating, rotten flesh beneath. Along its sides, multiple deep-set scars ran the length of its body, as though it was the survivor of a racial extinction calamity. There was something else that ran along its body, countless marks forming a cup shape, that ran horizontally from its mouth to its tail, both sides, but no one even saw what they were at that moment.
Its underbelly had a long scar forming an "X" as it cut deep into it. The flesh here was pockmarked with hundreds of open sores. The underbelly was dotted with clusters of barnacle-like growths, each one moving and shifting as if alive, adding to the creature's disturbing appearance, they let out a strange liquid and were screeching like howling, but didn't let go of the whale.
Extending from its sides were what might have once been smaller fins, but now they were mutated into twisted, spindly appendages that end in sharp, claw-like tips. These appendages scraped against the ground as it moved, leaving deep gouges in the earth. The two large fins themselves were torn and ragged, like Swiss cheese, with bits of flesh cut from them, and flesh around the edges swaying with each movement as if it would fall off at any moment.
The creature's tail was the last to emerge, a massive, whip-like, same fate as its two fins, it was like cookie-cutter sharks, the size of a bull shark, had taken bites out of them. The tail seemed to go on forever, ending in a series of sharp barbed spikes. This tail thrashed and lashed the ground with terrifying force, capable of shattering everything in its path. The surface of the tail was covered in the same broken, jagged ridges that adorned its back, making it as much a weapon as the rest of its twisted form.
As the creature finally revealed its full form, its presence seemed to blot out the very light, casting an ominous shadow over everything around it. It was a fuel for nightmares, of everything that could go wrong with nature—a creature born from the darkest depths of the ocean and the foulest nightmares of the human mind. It was a being of pure terror, a living nightmare that defied all logic and reason, a twisted reflection of the horrors lurking in the deep, but this was not even scratching the surface of the horror lying in the deep.
Rumble* Rumble*
Crackle* Crackle*
The lightning struck the whale, trying to disintegrate it, but it only made the whale target it as all of its eyes looked at the thunderous clouds in the sky.
Eeooooo*
It let out a high-pitched sound as its tail whipped the ground and gained momentum to lift itself off it. After which it flew straight toward the clouds. The creature soared higher and higher, defying gravity as easily as it had defied the natural order. Soon, it vanished into the clouds, its dark, ancient body blending seamlessly with the stormy sky above.
Whoever saw it felt like they were dreaming, or was it perhaps a nightmare, a whale that was flying, with the sky as its ocean? The towering creature had a height of around 80 feet (24 meters) when fully upright. Its body stretched out to an astounding length of approximately 300 feet (91 meters) from the tip of its monstrous head to the end of its whip-like tail.
The whale had entered the clouds and into the enemy territory, the lightning. The clouds rumbled with their full might and struck the creature relentlessly, like they had a personal vendetta against it. But the creature remained unfazed, with the lightning dancing over its body, unable to harm it one bit. The whale's countless eyes relished in enjoyment as it let out a….
Huuunnn*
It was enjoying the lightning bath that removed the barnacles over its body. The lightning didn't let those screeching things live a second more into this world and disintegrated every single one of them. It was like it was taking out its anger at the poor barnacles. And not long after, the whale got rid of them from its body. Ridding itself of the nightmarish sight, but the creature itself was nothing less than a nightmare.
Within the roiling clouds, the whale swam as though it were in its true element, moving with a fluidity that contradicted its massive size. It twisted and turned, its enormous form undulating (moving up and down like an ocean wave) like a predator cruising through deep waters, with the clouds rippling and parting in its wake. The sky itself became an ocean, with this otherworldly creature as its undisputed ruler.
The thunder kept roiling, striking the creature with all its might, but the said creature didn't even bat a single eye to it. Just as it looked like this dispute would keep ongoing for eternity, a strange thing happened. The crown on the whale's head let out a red piercing light which could've blinded anyone if they were near it. And like a moth to a flame, all the lightning changed its direction and started striking the crown.
The whale did nothing and kept swimming in the cloud, unaware of the terror it had caused on the people who were seeing its silhouette with each lightning crackle on the ground. Many had their eyes rolled back, many wondered if it was the end of the world, different minds, different thoughts.
But the whale was busy with lightning, which slowly stopped targeting it as the crown over the whale's head disappeared and a strange rune took its position. It looked more like a glyph, which depicted a serpent coiling around a star, and within that star, a jagged lightning formed. Because of its sheer size, the glyphs were very detailed, but it didn't stay for long as it slowly vanished and along with it the lightning, it was like the lightning had accepted the creature's presence into this world unwillingly.