Thread: Twisting Humanity -::[Haru|Gypsy]::-

There was no telling just how long it had existed. Even the wisdom of its' own age had been lost to Time. It was as old as anything it else it had known, and for eons it had writhed in nothingness, in Darkness. The endless reaches of space had been its cocoon, its womb, and it had hurtled through that cold void. Just what dimension it had decided to make its home was likewise unnamed and ageless. Still, from this place of darkness and skewed perception it thrived, roaming through countless rifts that manifested onto the Material Plane. It was through these rifts that it had discovered new life. Utterly unlike its own, but thriving nonetheless. Predatory in its design, it hunted, seeking prey. The things that inhabited this world proved to be satisfactory in its feeding, though what it fed upon was not flesh and blood. That was disgraceful. Messy. Primitive. No, it fed upon the Mind. Emotion. The Intelligence and Wisdom that It displayed was ingrained in its very being, and reached a nadir far beyond human understanding. That was how came to know the creatures that it fed upon. Human. That was what they called themselves. Traveling back and forth through the rifts it was soon worshiped as a god. The humans gave their sacrifices willingly, eagerly. In return it took a somewhat humanoid shape . At least partially humanoid in appearance, this form towered at nearly eighteen feet in height. Because of this great size but bipedal appearance it roamed this plane, seeking food. The sacrifices and rites that were meant to placate and sate it proved to keep the hunger at bay for some time. Soon however, the humans rose up, defying its power. Understanding their need to resist, it began to mold itself further. It would no longer walk among them as Master and Lord. Instead the malleable form it possessed took smaller and smaller shapes. Having long been able to penetrate the feeble minds of the human race, It could see their innermost desires and fears. Taking the forms of those that were loved or revered, it fostered in the humans the desire biochemical reactions upon which it fed. This made its feeding all the easier, and left the humans happy as well. Instead of sacrifice they now gave themselves willingly once more. The balance was once again reached. However, millennia passed and It walked among them as It pleased. They no longer saw it for what it was, and its shape constantly shifted to serve its needs. By now it had the power to manifest the rifts between the dimensions, opening portals as desired and able to retreat back to the Nether. There within resided others like It, some sentient and some not. It was the oldest of its kind. The First. The glut if feeding had allowed it to multiply, and so its children now grew on their own, taking that needed. Humanity grew and changed, and still it fed. Humanity grew stronger, more curious, slowly unraveling the mysteries of their world - which only served to widen their sphere of ignorance, raising more questions than answers. It had grown complacent. That was the only explanation that it could conjure for the situation it now found itself in. Captured. Humiliated. It had been in the throes of a transiional shift , taking a human form of one that resided heavily in the thoughts of a woman close by. It managed to complete the shift and slam the rift shut before the accursed technology forced him to succumb. So it was that it found itself in some sort of prison, slowly oozing lifesblood from a dozen wounds and peering out at this cold and utterly sanitary place from behind the facade it had been able to erect. The smooth cold floor beneath this form it had taken was slicked with its fluids, and it peered out of the strange geometric shaped prison.