Bliss traveled back and forth through her network of vessels, keeping a very watchful eye on the surrounding foliage filled realm. Sometimes she even checked on her lesser self’s maintaining those within her Maker Oasis. But not often, and more out of habit than need. Bliss could always rely on herself to strive towards the Makers vision. A Maker who was currently outside the safety of Oasis. Watching over those he could see within the chamber He Himself had made. Watching with loving care over her, and her vessels.

‘Family’ the word echoed within her, made her bright as it brought about her nature. She would make sure to shelter that caring He placed on all those within His presence. It would not do, to let her Maker be harmed emotionally. No, Others would seek to win him over during such pain, or worse He Himself would manifest simple things like the little wills often did. Because of that Bliss would have to be careful with what He saw. Make sure He wasn’t around if those under her sway fell into circumstances which could lead to harm. Though she would always seek to make them safe, as it made Him happy. The realm they were in was not one to cooperate, blasphemous as the fact was. The realm wasn’t theirs yet, hadn’t yet been made right. Like Bliss had the luxury of doing to the Maker's family.

She let herself indulge in the feeling as the Host continued moving forward. Let herself stretch in a sense and bask in the feeling of hundreds being her, and she them. Hundreds of small wills, made right, made into her image, made into the vision He desired. One He approved of, with a charming smile and flowing essence filled with thoughts aligned towards her.

All was slowly being made proper, and it felt wonderful. Soon if Hope saw to her Tasks properly, all would experience as she did, all would be her and she them. Then the realm, and she could finally bring about her home, bring Him, to where He belonged.

Bliss maintained that visions, one of her own making, able now with hundreds of will that were her. All small and insignificant compared to Him, but still, they allowed her to be more, allowed her to spread. Something that had been rather difficult to achieve. Her Maker cared so much for her, to the point of hindering. Still, she loved Him even more for it. It showed how important she was to Him, how all of her was. Down to the weakest vessel.

But though she would be thrilled to be held in that embrace forever, she had a role to fulfill. Had a vision to manifest, such was His demand placed upon her. Was her entire point in being, so she had thought of ways to sway Him, even if it meant portions of herself wouldn’t be near His Will anymore.

He, as she had been forced to learn while caring for things without his knowledge, was very stubborn. Though His refusal to leave the flows of essence was well founded. It was also very hindering.

How was she to spread and encompass all of the realm if she was kept bottled up within the Oasis? That thought had consumed her for some time as she had the wills think of solutions, imagine new paths she could take to remove the obstacle. She’d been forced to pester her Maker with questions, many of which had displeased Him. He’d been very clear, blunt in revealing this to her, which she found to be one of his more charming traits. She like it when he was clear, as clear as his vision.

The Mines had come to be her salvation from stagnation, after many days of mental discussing and bothering her Marker. It would be slow going, but she could and would make it work. With the Mines filled with burden wills, she wouldn’t be hard-pressed to fix them. Especially not with the Maker at the ready if she was forced to plea to Him for a song.

It wouldn’t be the failure of the Sanctum again, she had grown and learned much since then. Had hundreds of wills to manifest her brighter. She would be able to right the wills of the realm on her own now. It wouldn’t be as fast nor as grand, but it would be doable.

The thought of her failure caused some dimming of herself, but one recall of her Maker, of Him forgiving and still happy with her progress. Made the dim change to one of brightening. Had some of the vessels flush from the heat the memory brought. Those dazzling eyes that lead to a Will that made her sing.

Someday she would be able to devote everything to Him, someday, once the realm was her, and with it, she had the strength to face off against the thing that was not Instinct. Remove it and Dread who caused her dear Maker to experience realms that were not her. But that was long off, and she still had to claim Mines that would let her spread without her Maker aware of it. Though she loved to be smothered by Him it couldn’t be allowed to carry on much longer. There was so much wrong she had to make right, and she couldn’t do that stuck by His side all the time.

Hope told her that wouldn’t be a problem forever, but Bliss was always cautious with taking her Daughter word. She was often one to say anything that would make those under her care happy. But Bliss would be mindful of the words offered, Her Hope was just as eager to spread, to intact Blisses own desire. How useful it was to have wills able to manifest things to aid her in her cause. Hope would be her vanguard, would help make the wronged be prepared to be made right, prepare them to see her Light then His.

Once in a Sanctum surrounded by the desperate, Hope would swell, would guide the masses to her waiting vessels. She would be able to sing long and without interruption. The vision made Bliss and her Hope giddy as they delved into the realm of Joy, for a passing moment. And only that as her staggered Host finally reached the outskirts of the Mine.

Bliss could feel them before one of her vessels ever laid eyes on those she was going to make right. Joy was with them, a collective one, but it was fleeting, would end the moment something brought Fear.

The Nightmares weren’t around, which was a relief to her and Hope, as the repulsive scent of Hunger was never pleasant to be around.

He must have found a large banquet to feat upon, as she couldn’t feel any speck of him near, nor the condensed essence her Maker referred to as crystals. Her vessels saw the signs as well, Hunger had been biting at everything. Likely delving into a realm aligned with her as it feasted upon the realm that was to his taste. Well, before he found the Rivers. Bliss was not looking forward to the cumbersome task of removing him from the realm. Not with how fat he will be by the time she got around to dealing with him. To her fortune, she was able to derive from the times her unclaimed vessels had been around him. That he was a simple Hunger, no broader thinking, just the essence of what he is. An appetite that would never end.

‘He’s always been, and shall always remain, surely he’ll never become more than what he is.’ Hope song to her, clinging close as she always did. Bliss patted her on the head but said nothing, for what Hope had provided was nothing of import just the normal nonsense she was inclined to speak about subjects. Always in the frame that everything will turn out how one expected it to.

Bliss noticed a manifestation of Fear begin to grow when the Flock heard and notice her Host approaching. Others were mixed in, a different Hope for one, but also Envy and Greed, as the things eyes gazed upon the armor her Maker had crafted lovingly for her vessels. The Flock called out to themselves, formed ranks as quickly as they could. Each held essence with them. Had the capacity to use it to form things like her Maker. But there wasn’t that much, a few calls to it and they would be empty.

The Others had the Flock acting in a way it shouldn’t, rather than bowing to betters before them. As was their custom. They instead wasted the wonder within themselves to form Barriers which blocked the path forward. She pulled on her vessels had them come to a halt not far from the shimming shield before her.

Fear was growing within the ranks of the Flock, Worry and Confusion falling close behind. Bliss understand why, for she had hundreds of will to call upon, the collective knowledge all hers to use.

She could see the Flock wasn’t sure what to do. Even though they could tell from the appearance of her vessels that those before them seemed to have come from on High. She could also tell they knew something was off. Such a force would never be outside in Soulless tunnels. No, this kind of Host would be traveling the Roads of the Sanctums. They would never dare let themselves be soiled with the humiliation of traveling though infested grounds.

Yet here the Host was before them. Bliss watched through many eyes, and her own as a single individual made its way to her. Fear wafted from it but hidden behind a well-practiced mask of Anger. A false one, One the vessel liked to put on but wasn’t endowed by the actual entity. The word Taskmaster echoed from the wills that were her. A Title for someone in charge and meant to keep order, and the first to receive punishment if things went against what was supposed to fulfilled. The Taskmaster pushed its way through the tight ranks, yelling as it did so to those that failed to make way for it.

It wasn’t the fault of any of them Bliss knew. They were enchanted by the wonders her Maker had Willed into being. Gazed with a fatting Envy at the Runes that none had ever had the luxury to look on before. Saw the skill of a true craftsman, rather than child scribbles these things called Wards.

The Taskmaster straighten itself when it pushed through the last rank of things. Which remained rigid as Others fought for sway over their minds, and the sweet wills that laid within. So small, so quick and easy to change and infuse, so easy to fix. The eyes of her Host, those near enough to do so, all gazed at the Taskmaster who put on the airs of someone undaunted by the display before it. It made Bliss smile, the act of child trying to show that it was capable of the Task before it. Even though all knew it clearly wasn’t.

Bliss sent one of her vessels closer, which the Taskmaster focused on. “Greetings Flock, a most Blessed outcome to find you all here unharmed.” Bliss said weaving essence into her words so she could calm those that heard it. The many things reacted in the way she desired, the Fear in them and Others began to lose some of their grip. “We had been bothered by Worry as we wondered what the state of the Mine would be. But no more, we see the Giver provided us the outcome we Offered to her.”

More of the Flock loosened, eyes not as alert, even as the Others whispered into their ears, demanded they pay attention and be wary of the strangers before them. “You all have done well securing the Mine, freeing it from the vile the Nightmares would have mired it with.” Eyes began to go distant, vessels relaxing, their straight back postures began to wane, save for the Taskmaster. It still stood tall, but couldn’t hide the weariness falling over it.

“What is your Task here?” The Taskmaster called out, its breathing growing heavy as it forced back the comfort her spell was causing.

“To help you, to keep you safe from the wrongs of this realm.” Bliss said pushing more essence out, fusing it with her Makers desirer. Though it may not be near His strength it was more than enough for her needs. Those closest in the Flock, not hidden behind bends, flinched as her words struck. The weaker wills, those already tired from fighting her rivals, struggled to remain standing. Were forced to lean against walls or their own fellows as her spell worked its way into them. The Others began to hiss, tried to dig themselves deeper into their providing vessels. Blissed smile at them, as she swelled just thinking of their removal.

‘Hope my dear Daughter, it’s time for you to give the lost the strength to be guided home.’ Bliss said fondly, and her child leaped into the act, more eager than her to fill the vessels. Bliss, for her Daughter, was young and so small, compared to what Bliss was becoming. Fed her Daughter needed essence, and the desire she had the wills that were now her, imagine. Bliss watched her Daughter swell, watch her begin whispering words into the ether. Began providing the little wills the tools they needed to fight off the Others, filled them with the right thinking. Told them they shouldn’t be wary of the Host that had appeared before them.

Bliss laughed as her lesser rivals were pushed back. Then began to wither away as they no longer had wills feeding desires and intent to them. Bliss watch content, and swelled as the Others dispersed and the wills that once mistrusted her, began turning themselves in her direction. Displayed feelings of interest. Hope pushed at those feelings, feed upon and grew more.

The Taskmaster stance waned with Fear gone and the strength it provided went with it. The will within shivered as it felt the fatigue that Fear had been keeping away.

“We’re here to usher you back to safety. To a place you can all relax in comfort, sleep sound in a place Worry cant claw at you as you dare close your eyes to rest in these Soulless tunnels.”

With each word Bliss and her Daughter pushed on the wills more, encasing them in a thickening blanket, cradling them from the Others that had tormented their existence. Vessels began to shiver, the stress they had been under coming to the front now that Bliss provide a reprieve from Fear who hide away the exhaustion. Worry as well, and Anger as it fed upon the resentment. That many of those carried for being thrown out into a realm they knew they were likely going to die in.

‘But not any more’ Bliss reflected, swelling some from the vision that came with the thought. More vessels and more eager little wills. Bliss would shelter them, as would her Maker. They together would care for the wills that had been cast aside by foolish things that had no idea of the Worth a will provided. Even small, and still wrong, it was something to be treasured. Which she would, even more, once all were right.

“The Task given to us made no mention of aid.” The Taskmaster forced out as its vessel loosened more, the weariness affecting it like the rest of the Flock in sight.

Bliss made her vessel speak kindly, her words warm and gentle. “We were ordered from those far Above the likes that gave you your Task. They likely were never told, as they weren’t in need of it.” Bliss said pulling from the wills back at the Oasis to strengthen her spell and that of her Daughter.

The Doubts and questions that were swirling around the will that controlled the Taskmaster began to wane. Her Daughter removed the remaining Doubts with let effort, began whispering loudly to the will that was fighting her mother.

“Blessed then, the Giver provides.” The Taskmaster began to mumble as the last vestige of the Others left, leaving the will receptive to her aura. The barriers began to waiver, and thin as wills no longer focused their essence on the demand. Bliss could have dispersed the working easily, but instead waited for it to collapse on its own. She instead had her Host begin to sing, hum the tone that her Maker used as she sent an imitation of His love. The feeling that everything was well, that no harm would come to them. The many unclaimed vessels stared in wonder at those that sang, before they relax even more, and began to lower themselves. Some more graciously than others, who practically dropped. The wills within tired to exhaustion from the constant torment they suffered dealing with Others that wished to claim them.

Bliss kept adding more essence to her demand, made the hymn of her song spread further out. It caused more of the Flock to become aware of her presence, as Bliss watch new vessels arrive around bends or tunnel entrances. Others around them were withering as the vessels heard the song. But remained enough that they could whisper to the wills, tried getting them to raise alarm.

Hope didn’t need her to call out to act this time. Her Daughter was in her element, eagerly spreading herself more so she could whisper into the minds of the new arrives. Began pushing and crushing the opposition that dared to get in her way.

Many fought Hope with all they had, such as the Fears that tried to crush her with the cruelties of this realm. A foolish act as Hope could not be shattered. At worst dimmed, but a spark of it always remained. The wills wouldn’t let one such as her end.

Bliss watched with an ever present smile on her lips, as more vessels appeared and began navigating themselves through the resting mob that layered on the floor. They were all so tired, none used to the environment they were in. They were wills that had been sheltered from sights that aided Fear and Worry. Were allowed the luxury of ignorance and false security. With it gone Bliss could see and feel how much the Others had gnawed at them, slowly beating them into submission.

‘Always so brutish.’ Bliss thought as she began caressing the many wills near her. There was no need to beat them, least not for her, she had anything a will could ever want, was the manifestation of salvation.

Bliss increased the strength of her song, and watch as the weakest of the wills glide lazily towards her. Hope encouraged them as they moved closer. There was a temptation to move closer to them, but Bliss remained in her spot. Not making a morsel of movement on her part as she waited, hands stretched out ready to hug them into her.

One, two, the number kept going up reaching dozens as they pressed themselves against her. She could hear some of them weeping as more closed in. She focused on those, gently bathing them in the warmth her Maker did to her. The crying dimmed as they began to fill with her. Bliss waited a few more minutes, then with almost a hundred amassed next to her, she pulled them in. Let out a gasp of pleasure as the wills connected, some hesitated for a moment, tried separating from her. She didn’t fight them, for such an act would only encourage the behavior. She instead increased the weight of her desire, filled more essence into her spell and waited as the reluctant wills slowed in their flight. Stopped then began moving back towards her center with the others connected and became subsumed with the rest.

Bliss flooded into the claimed vessels, causing them to jolt upright as they woke at her command. She had them rise, and then add their voices to her song. As the new vessels sang Bliss turned her gaze to the new wills and sifted through their knowledge. Much of it was old news, the Flock out and away from the turmoil taking place within the Sanctums. Though she did learn they had reclaimed the Mine for some time, had begun mining out ores. Saw the wreck Hunger had caused in his ever rapid pace to consume everything he deemed a delicacy. The Mine was half eaten, Hunger had munched on every speck of condense Essence he could find before abandoning the site.

‘This must have been how he was fattening himself, before the Rivers arrived.’ How he kept himself maintained and lured in the pathetically weak and simple wills of the Nightmares. The sight of it, and the knowledge of how many vessels Hunger had should have caused some alarm. But given she had the only Will that mattered, one that blazed bright enough that he could be blinding.

Let Bliss remain herself, allowed her not to dim because of the thoughts the wills sent her way. She would fix this problem like all the others, His Will, after all, had provided her with all the tools she needed. Let her mimic His greatness in lesser forms. Let her weave the essence in more bountiful ways. Not to mention the Rivers that would aid her to, far more than Hunger, for she had a copy of her Makers call. Could, if she mimicked the desire, have it come collecting towards and into her as her Maker did.

Still, the Hungers had to have reached a colossal size by now, if they all were feasting on multiple Rivers. ‘That should keep them busy though.’ Bliss thought as more of the Flock relaxed and sank to the floor, happy to hear her song.

Hunger was a simple being even at the best of times, Bliss knew he wouldn’t bother to leave or move around searching once its vessels were gorging on a River. He would stay eating, content with his spot till the River stopped flowing. Something Bliss was beginning to wonder, as her Maker, when that was going to happen. There had to be some point the flow would stop, that the River would run dry. Bliss had to prepare for that, have enough vessels under her sway that she could maintain their way of life, and still be able to expand at a reasonable rate.

With that in mind, Bliss poured more of herself into the working of her desire. Sung loud so the chambers filled with her collective voice. Wills moved toward her, all tired and exhausted from the twisted existence they endured, all eager to press themselves against herself. Eagerly begging to never leave. Bliss smiled happily as she took them in, felt herself grow, and more of the realm be made right.

The vessels of the Flock first to encounter her, joined the ranks of her Host as they began to slowly walk deeper into the Mine and the ranks of the Flock. Hope, her sweet Daughter leaped about, singing to all that were reluctant to listen. Those wills that seemed more eager to listen to the lies of Fear and Worry. But Hope resolved that issue, filled them with the truth about her, how she meant no harm, how she would take away all the problems in their lives. How eager they became then to look her way when the promises of salvation were shown to them.

Bliss sang louder as the flow of the wills kept coming and becoming her. A Host that was slowly becoming a Flock. Till eventually after hours had pass Bliss stood in a Mine of her. Her Flock singing her song. A Flock made right and freed from the woes made by these Above. Distorted wills, and like the rest she would eventually get to fixing them. Then the Nightmares if they could, if He wanted them part of the Paradise He envisioned. If not they would be removed, and Bliss could start reshaping the realm. Make it into Paradise.

She sighed with content, as had the wills that were now her, imagined His vision, let it reinforce her. Hope danced about, swelling as well, fed by the resolve of her mother. ‘You did well my Daughter.’ Bliss sang, pulling her sweet girl into a loving embrace. Her girl giggled and happily snuggled within her grasp.

‘Thank you, mama.’ Her Daughter said, half humming along with the song Bliss was still singing. Bliss let herself partake in the moment, a small area of what was to come, of a realm right, like her Makers Oasis. The thought of it had her spread. As she recalled how her Maker Tasked her with the creation of His perfect city. Of a place that would be the model of the realm to come.

Bliss had the vessels look around, allow her to see the surfaces of the Mine she had claimed. Even with it a place that had seen much use, Bliss still found many deposits of ores that would make the Oasis grander. Though her Maker seemed content with the material of stone. Bliss certainly was not, the Oasis was to be the model for all to see what was to come. It would not do to have it the boring blandness of cold stone. It needed to be alive with color. Of desired metals, glistening crystals, and gems. A place to show the wonder that her Will was bringing to the realm.

So, parting from her Daughter with a kiss on the cheek, Bliss turned her attention to the Mine. Had the Flock spread out and search for every deposit, while she moved others to locations already found. Stone was reworked and made into containers to hold the resources. There were tools about, but Bliss had her vessels ignore them. Such things were for those who hadn’t the essence in them to shape the realm, or for beasts that had no wills at all.

Instead her vessels hummed and the rock shifted to their needs. Or they had the stone shiver apart separating from the gleaming ore. There was a great deal of it, and though the Flock that was now her, had been in the area for some time, they hadn’t begun full production. Messengers had been sent to return word of their progress, but none ever made it to their destination. Only two of the dozens they had sent, returned. Spinning tales of roaming Hordes that consumed anything in their path.

Bliss looked through the minds of those vessels, saw what they had. Hunger had been busy filling itself as usual and shaping the Nightmares into more fitting forms for itself. But not all of them, no, in fact, those shaped by his hand were few.

Bliss felt the teeming heat of Lust coming from the wandering Horde. Growing along with Hunger just as eager to claim the essence flowing down, and the simple wills of the Nightmares. There Horde was swelling, and through Bliss was confident Hunger would be easy to manage and contain. Lust wasn’t one to let her wants be content to one object, no matter how tantalizing it was. Her eyes would be searching for other things to claim, which showed seeing that she was in control of the roaming Hordes.

Studying the size of the vessels they held, and the number of wills the Nightmares were providing, Bliss saw she would have to spread herself soon. Would have to, unfortunately, bother her Maker more into moving in ways that would allow her to swell and protect him.

Pulling her sight from the memories Bliss sped up the pace of her own vessels. Had them filling up the containers and making more as fast as she dared. She could force them more, put images had to be maintained, she couldn’t have her Flock coming back looking exhausted. Her Maker was already complaining of such. Troubled with how hard she worked herself for him, it widened her smile, knowing how much He cared for her.

So to keep him pleased she had the vessels work at a quick pace rather than a rapid one. Still, the deposits of the ores added up quickly. The number of containers grew in volume, enough that she was confident she had the resources to have the forge at full production. Would finally able to produce needed materials to make the Oasis shine like the beacon its supposed to be.

Bliss allowed herself only three hours of mining, the time of her Host absence was reaching a point of discomfort for her Maker. How’d just asked a messenger for a fifth time whether the Hosts was fine, that it wasn’t under assault and in need of assistance? Bliss sent her reply down the line of spread out vessels allowing her to stay in contact with the Oasis. Ushered Him that all was well and that the Host was heading back with the Flock. Plus a hoard of the supplies hovered with them. Bliss watched Him closely as a smile spread across His face and the Worry that had been trying to trouble him withering away.

Bliss left a lesser version of herself to keep watch and make sure He remained pleased while she plucked at the vessels and got them organized for the march home. There was still so much to be mined, year’s worth if she'd been allowed to stay and work. But what she had now would have to do for a time. Bliss was confident her Maker would let the Host out again after a day or two had passed. Especially after she displayed all that had been gained for letting her out to conduct her work.

Once everything was collected Bliss hurried her Flock along. For she could see her Maker was waiting quietly, pacing about some outside watching for the Host to come into sight. His eyes slowly moved about the chasm He’d made, and His ears were rigid listening for any sign of trouble. The fights with Hunger champion’s had put him on edge, made Him more displeased with the realm than He already was. Bliss sympathized, the likes of Hunger in such a state was unacceptable. But she would take care of it, her Maker had seen to that, unknowingly showing her His Secrets, allowed her to make bale imitation of His desires. It was all she needed to pull ahead of the Others trying to claim the realm for themselves.

Once her Maker gained control of the source of the rushing essence, everything would fall into place. She would be able to cut off the rest from any great sources of essence, and in turn, beginning the process of making them wither as she went after their vulnerable vessels. Which would be spent and tired from the lack of power they had become addicted to. But all that was far ahead of her, she herself had to take over the source. Remove whoever already had control of it. Or had been, something had happened, and so far none of the wills that now were her had the slightest idea of what. All of what Bliss and her Maker were seeing had never happened before, least not in any record she had come across.

‘Oh well,’ Bliss thought in a merry tone ‘One of the wills will know, someone must, I’ll just have to keep looking.’ Once she was within a Sanctum able to spread herself out without the need of hiding herself from her Maker. That considered her to be too, passionate with her work. Then Bliss would find the answers, or at the very least a place to look.

‘Perhaps the Voices.’ Bliss considered, those from on High, they should know more, since they did live further Above, or had. It was a dimming thought that she never got the chance to claim them while in Hadthel. That circumstances disallowed her to spread and sweep over the whole city. But she had been weak, unable to make people right unless they felt her Makers Light. But it was different now, she was strong, was no longer a burden to His Will. Could and would being fixing things while her Maker was able to relax and focus on keeping himself free from the Others. The best outcome for both of them at the moment. Once everything was done the realm remade, then Bliss would finally be able to reveal herself to Him. Finally, be able to bask in His affection without having to hide behind the mask of a vessel.

The thought had her speeding the Flock faster down the paths they had taken to arrive at the Mine. The line of containers slowed them but the pace was sufficient enough for her. She sent word down the line of vessels had her lesser self-speak with her Maker, Informed Him of their progress, and that everything had gone well. The images of Him were sent back to her, His smile, His glowing Light and Emotions that aligned with her. It made her spreading as she looked upon him. A Will so large, and slowly a vessel becoming the same, taking a proper shape to display his wonder.

All along the trek home Bliss indulged herself with the vision of her revealing her existence to Him. Of the two of them locked in embrace, in a realm made to his dream and a place both of them belonged.

‘You will have it, my Maker, all of it. And I.’ Bliss thought with a flush ‘I’ll have you all to myself.’

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“Where did it go? Where did it go?” Where did it go?” Hunger screeched to itself in an endless song. Lust knew, for he had been doing it for several intervals in her presence. And though she wanted many things, his song, for it was rather poor in quality, was not one of them.

“Upward my dear” Lust said in her own set of screeches. “The little ball that holds qualities of Annoyance is feasting on your supper before you get a chance.”

Hunger hissed at her words, but didn’t speed up, no the ball was a clever thing, which made her want it even more than she had already did. It had left the hole it was making lined with condense essence. And Hunger, well he wasn’t one to let food just lay about, especially not when it was in front of him. Making their progress following the ball, horribly slow, and not at all what she wanted. But Hunger wouldn’t listen, never when food was involved. Not unless it wasn’t in reach, then he listened, followed her every word and order to get to it.

But that wasn’t now, even though he was only eating crumbs there was a great deal of them lining the walls.

Lust let out a hiss of her own, she was stuck, and her shelling to hide behind wasn’t listening. Worse the vessel she resided in was becoming rebellious

‘Grow, multiply, spread, consume, search, Search, Search, Search!’ The vessel and the will attached to it, began to chitter loudly at her. It had been too long since that desire had been quenched, more of the targets for removal had to be found. And though Lust desired to do so, the essence above her she desired so much more.

Yet she was out of intervals, the vessel was done with waiting, already it began to fight her control. Began to skitter about it ways she didn’t desire. Hunger as well, even though he filled the vessels want to grow constantly. The vessels weren’t content, as she was never, with only one being fulfilled.

“NO, NO, NO!” Hunger screeched out almost wailing as the vessels fought him and began to turn their maws away from the walls he'd been gorging himself on.

With another hiss escaping the layers of her mouth, Lust let the vessel guide itself as she sent youngling to send messages to her other selves. Asking for images and places they may have found the things their vessels desired so badly to consume.