Prompt: The Torrential Takeover (Part 6)
Added 2022-03-06 20:58:48 +0000 UTCSummary: A water demon attempts to take over a young woman's body for her own nefarious purposes, but there are complications; the woman finds an unwanted presence riding in her mental backseat and a myriad of new powers at her disposal. Commissioned by TheDownhillRabbit6 for March 2022.
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Do you feel it, girl? The righteous anger swelling within your buxom?
That agitated voice rattled in her head once again as Song swam along the ridge over and over, looking for signs of life, parsing the remains of a once-great civilization. But there was only devastation.
Song had nurtured a childhood belief that Atlantis really was a magical, wondrous place, hidden away in the murky depths. Maybe one too many childhood stories piqued her interest, stoking her curiosity to study maritime history. Witnessing the devastation, part of her died, then and there.
She swallowed painfully, hugging herself, trying to ignore the taunting voice ringing in her ear.
"I... I'm going to investigate." Song determined. "I need to know."
What is there to discover that you don't already know? Our memories are intertwining.
"..." Song ignored Bai Tza's words, flowing around to examine the ruins more closely.
As she drifted from one wreck to another, she found herself clearing vast swathes of oceans over the course of hours. Fossilized jungles absorbed temples, but the curious thing that struck out at her were the diversity of civilizations that dotted the remains; the differences in technology, in construction techniques, differed too vastly, too aesthetically...
"This wasn't just one tragedy," Song murmured. "It was a chain of them. An entire archipelago, sunk piece by piece in different time periods. That's why some places have more developed underwater ecosystems..."
Does it matter how they died? They were a disease tainting our oceans. It's better they all died out.
Song grimaced, her barbed tentacles tensing as they drifted around her. She couldn't play dumb to the intrusive memories that poked at the back of her mind.
"It... it was you." Song admitted. "You sunk all those civilizations to the bottom of the seas."
We did, Song. We're practically one and the same now... if you bear my power, you bear my legacy in turn.
"I'm not getting caught up in your insane plots, Bai Tza!" Song shouted, her tendrils flaring up; her entire body crackled with a terrible spike in voltage.
You think you have a choice, girl? With every pulse of your beating heart, our souls intertwine more and more. It won't be long until you are one with every bit of me... a new Bai Tza.
"NO! I WON'T!"
KRAKOW! From the tips of her myriad tendrils, fierce electric charges crackled like a rapidfire storm of lightning bolts, snaking through the water in gnarled zig-zags; the electricity quickly dissipated, but not before boiling the waters all around her.
The cacophonous sound gave Song pause. She had never, once in her life, been possessed by such an anger. She had always been a doormat, pressured by relatives into doing whatever they asked of her, coasting on by without much in the way of ambitions. She used to be so meek, but her tone, her rage... it scared her into a catatonic state.
Her body swayed silently, surrounded by the carcasses of stunned, dead, and cooked fish that floated up all around her. In a single tantrum, she eviscerated an entire coral reef, a whole ecosystem...
Her stomach rumbled. Her body cared little for her bleeding heart, her mourning of her lost humanity. She had traveled so far on an empty stomach; she was starving.
A tentacle wrapped around a particularly fatty tuna; she winced, opening her mouth as her molars and canines loosened, popping free of her gums; in their place, razor fangs grew in at great lengths. She licked her pale lips with a serpentine tongue as she gnashed at the tuna, growling with an animalistic intensity.
The water clouded with blood as she tore apart one fish after another, only pausing when she had reached her fill; only then did lucidity return to her, the chunks of fish floating near her vacant expression, meat caught in her gnarled teeth, served as a reminder to her emerging monstrosity.
She drifted along the seas, caught up in her own head.
You understand the plagues that humanity has wrought upon our seas. Their greed, their pursuit for vanity, has tainted our vistas for generations. And you know it.
"N... not all humans are like that..." Song murmured. "There are good people too, who want to protect the seas. Protect everyone. People like that... sealed you away in the first place."
Pah. You speak poetically, but I know you better than any other human. Anger bubbles up within your aching soul.
"Why are you like this...?" Song sighed, wincing. "Doesn't it hurt, to be angry all of the time?"
It is a mantle of VENGEANCE! And it shall be thrust onto you! You haven't even realized, yet, have you?
"..." Song didn't answer, but she looked inwards. Her body had been swimming along in purposeful strides on its own accord, away from the sunken archipelagos and back to whence she came. The water illuminated around her as she approached the surface. The water was warm, pleasant...
"No... no way..." With their minds linked the way they were, Bai Tza could no longer be so coy. With a powerful thrust of her tendrils, Song pushed to the surface, her tentacle hair draping over her shoulders as she gawked across the sea.
It was a tropical island, lined with private luxury cruisers. A mansion carved itself from a lone mountain on a modest, private island. It was the height of opulence...
She recognized one of the boats; it was the vessel she was trapped in, along with those gangsters!
Our power is an instrument of vengeance, Song Winters. We will commemorate our union by exacting our revenge on those who seek to wrong us, to blaspheme our reign on the seas!
Song remained gobsmacked. She had drifted to the Mediterranean and back in a matter of hours. She never expected to run into those vile gangsters again in a whole other ocean, but the sight of that luxury liner, and the gaudiness of their wealthy estate...
...The sight of it pissed her the hell off. Her numerous tendrils thrashed, kicking up the water around her.
"Those bastards..." Song hissed, gnashing her fangs.
