There it was, lying before me; a disgusting creature of flesh, bone, and sinew, lodged into the deep slate rock of the cavernous chamber wherein I stood - it's body, impossibly large, now revealed in form. This was it, yes. This abomination of which I had spent two days and two nights digging out of clay, would be the path to my apotheosis.
Organic tissue, knitted into a perfect mass, it's flesh coursing with power, resonating with the faint beating of it's heart. A thing of the fathoms - or at least it's corpse, slowly rotting away, buried under the weight of the earth - A disgraceful place for a God. It Spoke.
"PLEASE. PLEASE. KILL IT."
"Quiet, beast."
I approached it, unsheathing my obsidian dagger, cutting a piece from it, fresh blood pouring from its thousand wounds. It let out a howl of pain, the chamber trembling in protest.
"KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. KILL IT. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE."
"QUIET!" I roared back.
"It is in your foul nature, beast, that you will enslave others. Power is inherent to your very kind. You can only destroy. You will never be free."
I took the piece of flesh still twitching in my hand and placed it in my mouth, swallowing it.
"And so I will eat from you, and your unsightly power will be instead transformed into new and prosperous life, with the coming of my new kingdom."
I dig my dagger into it once more.
"AURGHH-PLEASE! KILL IT. END IT AND IT WILL GIVE FLESH. AS MUCH AS YOU NEED.
"No. You must suffer."
I carved out piece after piece, eating as I went. With every bite, it felt as though thousands of years of knowledge, souls, and worlds were crashing down upon me, all at once.
"O-OTHERS BEFORE YOU. THEY HAVE TAKEN SO MUCH."
"YOU. YOU HAVE ALREADY TAKEN SO, SO MUCH."
"It's not enough."
"WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE-"
"ALL OF IT!" I growled. "I will take away all of your accursed flesh, beast."
The disgusting thing let out a cry of anguish. "SPEAK.. THY NAME."
"I am Ebenholm, God-King of New Aethelea"
"THEN I CURSE YOU, EBENHOLM, GOD-KING OF NEW AETHELEA. FOR EVERY LIFETIME YOU LIVE, CURSES. CURSES BE UPON YOU."