A Human's Melting Point

What the hell does she mean? Do I ask? I feel that if I did, she would just tease me for being scared of her or consummation out of all things.

Before I had time to think, she forcibly pushed me over. I was more ready this time. Unfortunately, I didn’t offer much resistance; she had godly physical strength after all. She climbed into a sitting position and wielded a glowing finger. She took it to my lower navel and sketched a pink heart emblem slowly. Some part of it was magic. I felt my body writhe and come close to uncontrollably twitching. She drew the same symbol on her body, and I felt momentarily drawn to it and the prospect of its completion.

“Don’t run away. Give in to dissolution.” She whispered voice, building volume. Her other hand reaffirmed her hair behind her ear against the produced wind and force. I was able to see more of her saga-worthy face.

With her words finishing, the contour of her personal emblem was complete, and my world dissolved into a momentary darkness.

Divulge the Words. Seal the Pact.

The words once again forced their way into my head. I spent elongated moments thinking about this pact. Then I started as an archaic voice mixed with mine. I understood most but not all of what I heard as the words flickered and translated into an Eldritch language I found terrifying and foreign.

I am a bound human in a ritual of the Gods.

The time has come to awaken anew

as a Medium and take up a hazy oath of justice

I will make love. For all that is aligned

in the human heart. Bestow me power

upon a union with Ydunn of Love.

I awoke breathless, gasping for moist, suffocating air with the sounds of dripping liquid. My body screamed in agony as I instinctually channeled healing magic. It registered my being as devoured and sucked clean by thousands of leeches. Wrestling my head out first despite the stiff resistance pulling me down, I ripped my torso out next. I pushed with my arms and palms until the rest of my body stumbled out of a pink, fleshy growth. I think the main contributor to my survival was Asa’s magic; I would be sure to thank her later.

I was in a disorienting, ear-piercing, and enclosed cave. The whole material of the cave was pink, wrinkly flesh. I stared at the melting souls sinking and one with the landscape, thousands of them. Some faces were blissful. The majority were twisted and in permanent shock. Most only had visible pink faces. Scarce beings had a stronger outline with more of a body. Ydunn’s world was a melting pot of humans. It bore no resemblance to Asa’s world of freedom.

The trapped yelled and moaned across the world as if begging for salvation.

I don’t think they could see me in any manner, but I could view every one of them. What the hell did I learn or have to deal with this? It was entirely possible that they were already dead past saving.

[“I’m sure you’ve taken a good look at the world of my talisman. How do you like it?”] Ydunn asked.

Like one would tune a radio, I searched and projected my thoughts outward, trying to find a new mental channel to the correct god. [“There is something gravely wrong with what you have made. What did you think I would say?”] I replied

[“This is part of my power and purpose as the goddess of love, human. Everyone here chooses to come. Those are the terms of the pact.”] She explained bitterly. [“It is a fitting revelation to become one with the world of love. If they wanted to avoid their fate, they should have just defeated the environment and guardians. This is only the first level of my Tilisman out of seven.”]

It was not that easy in my first-hand experience. [“Guardians? Don’t tell me the world is not just alive, but there are unfriendly living conscious creatures.”] I softly said.

[“I said already that my world can readily take your life. Your one victory condition for the first level is to survive.”] She explained.

I scoured the craters, lakes of murky red, and walls for the guardians and saw nothing moving. [“How long do I have to stay here?”] I asked.

[“Until I am pleased with how your body is coming along. The emblem on your body intakes spirit energy signatures from being in this realm and becomes more compatible with mine, granting access to the other levels of my Tilisman’s creation.”]

She is overlooking me like an evil overlord supervisor, I thought to myself.

I heard scuttering. There were rosy colored hand-sized scorpions on the floor. I expected the guardians to be humanoid, so even this sight was welcome. Although the number wasn’t.

I spotted a herd of scorpions? I’m not sure if they are called something else. There were at least twenty. I choose to run. I still hadn’t learned any magic or true weapons.

As I pushed against my terrain, it was solid and would give inward like a quagmire seemingly at random, not to mention that it was slippery and repulsive.

I ran with a pace I hadn’t used in years, yet more came down from the walls at the front and sides. I switched directions and tried to jump over and choose good routes, but I was getting hopelessly lost inside the flesh world.

Eventually, there were too many legs that all I heard was splattering and scuttering. They blocked corridors and stood atop each other. I was panicking as I became enclosed.

[“I need a weapon.”] I begged Ydunn incessantly.

[“I like you enough to make an exception.”]

A wooden shortsword materialized embedded in the ceiling in front of me. I wouldn’t reach, so I climbed the wrinkly wall using the wrinkles as hand and footholds to get a point from which I could jump to it. The scorpions were upon me now; I couldn’t afford to mess up.

I leaped and pulled down on the handle, ripping it down cleanly. The mass of scorpions below worked in unison to aim their pincers to hold me in place. My healing magic was pivotal. I swung my sword and battered their bodies back. Of course, wood was not enough to kill efficiently or at all.

A ring of scorpions behind me used their stingers to inflect venom to further mess with my system and vision.

They crowded me from then on, assailing every angle. All around my body, wounds formed and were healed simultaneously.

I didn’t want to become another ensnared soul. It would be pathetic and horrifying. Importantly, I was livid that Ydunn made this world and brought me here.

The scorpions that entered my mouth, I tore into their rigorous exterior in anger. It was a vile sensation and taste. After I would yell, in vain desperation to clear my throat. My free limbs all worked to crush the hoard. My sword moved to delay the inevitable.

I couldn’t tell if it had been moments or hours. I found myself sprawled, bleeding, and drained on the ground, fighting against guardians that no longer existed. Ydunn leaned over me with an expectant face.

I couldn’t look at her the same. She carried around this shadow of death, a realm of suffering, rather innocently atop her chest. It was built upon the suffering souls of a number I couldn't comprehend.

One truth was sure. I can easily say this is the worst sex I’ve ever had.