Mother of Midnight Chapter 19 – More and More Oddities

While they traveled, the steady rhythm of their footsteps and the banter that passed between them gave Vivienne plenty of ti to think. Her mind wandered, untethered, and for the first ti in a long while, it wasn’t consud by the incessant hunger or the looming presence of fear.

She thought about her family in another world, the people she had left behind—their faces blurred, mories fading like a dream upon waking. She thought about who she had been, how she had once been bound by the fear of her own weakness, of her own mortality. And then she thought about what she was now—what she had beco, in this strange, new world where she was free from the constraints of her forr self.

A smile played across her many lips, sinister and satisfied, but sothing else flickered behind her grins. A certain kind of peace, though she wouldn’t admit it aloud.

Rava glanced sideways at her, noticing the shift in her deanour. “What’s that look for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You look like you’re thinking of eating from more victims.”

Vivienne’s grin stretched impossibly wide, her eyes gleaming with sothing like amusent. “Nothing like that, in this instance, at least,” she replied, her voice light, almost playful. “No, I was thinking about myself.” Her form rippled as she shifted her gaze toward Rava, the many eyes of her faces narrowing slightly. “I’m certain I don’t—can’t feel fear anymore. It’s… gone.” She let the words linger in the air, savouring the weight of them.

Her many maws twisted into a grin as sharp as a knife. “And who am I without fear ruling my whole life?” She chuckled, a low, haunting sound. “I feel like I’m more than I ever have been.”

Rava looked at her for a long mont, her expression unreadable. She wasn’t sure what to make of it—what to make of Vivienne’s transformation. She’d seen the terrifying side of her companion, the part that devoured and consud, and the part that revelled in the chaos it created. But there was sothing else in her now—sothing that wasn’t quite so monstrous, and yet more unsettling in its own way.

“You’re certainly different from when you first arrived.” Rava said, her voice softer than before. “But I’m glad you are happy.”

Vivienne’s many heads tilted in curiosity, the wicked grin never quite leaving her lips. “What do you an?”

Rava shook her head slightly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “I don’t know. Just—there’s sothing about you now. Like you’re… more comfortable in your skin, if that makes sense.”

Vivienne humd, a low, almost purring sound. “Maybe that’s the point. I’ve shed the old skin, and now I get to play with the new one. Who knows what cos next?”

Rava was silent for a mont, chewing over the words, then she sighed, the tension in her posture easing just a little. “Just don’t forget, yeah? You may not feel fear, but you still need to watch your back. Not everything here’s gonna roll over just ‘cause you don’t feel scared.”

Vivienne’s smile faded for a second, replaced by sothing more contemplative, her many heads turning inward as if considering the implications of Rava’s words. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she muttered, her voice softer than usual. Then, without warning, her grin returned, wider and more predatory than before. “But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make it interesting.”

Rava snorted, clearly unsure whether Vivienne’s words were ant to reassure or terrify. The tension between them lingered in the air for a mont, but it was broken when a piercing scream ripped through the forest, echoing off the trees like a knife through the silence.

Both of them froze, every muscle in their bodies tightening in response to the sudden sound. Vivienne’s eyes narrowed, her many heads snapping to attention as her body rippled, the unsettling aura of her presence becoming more pronounced. Her smile vanished, replaced by sothing more focused, as her senses sharpened.

Rava’s ears flicked back, her posture stiffening. “That doesn’t sound like sothing we want to ignore,” she said, her voice low but steady, eyes scanning the dense undergrowth for any sign of movent.

Vivienne’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smirk. “I do love a good interruption,” she purred, her tone dripping with dark amusent. But the spark in her eyes was no longer playful—it was sothing else entirely, a glimr of the hunger she’d once been consud by.

Rava shifted, her muscles coiling with anticipation. “Stay sharp. I don’t know what’s out there, but if that scream’s anything to go by, we won’t be dealing with sothing ordinary.”

The scream ca again, closer this ti, the frantic desperation in it sending a shiver down their spines. Vivienne tilted her heads slightly, as though trying to judge the distance. “Not quite my usual fare… but I’m intrigued,” she murmured, her grin stretching once more, revealing a hint of her many teeth.

Rava’s hand instinctively went to the place where her gauntlets should have been, but they were still gone, left behind after the chaotic events in the ruin. Her eyes flickered to Vivienne, who had already started moving toward the source of the sound, her limbs undulating in a fluid, unsettling motion.

“Are we really doing this?” Rava muttered, a mixture of resignation and reluctant curiosity in her voice.

Vivienne turned her head, eyes glinting with mischievous delight. “What’s life without a little chaos, Rava? Besides, we might just make a new friend.”

Rava groaned. “I’m starting to hate that phrase…”

The two of them moved forward, the forest around them darkening with the weight of unseen eyes. The screams continued to echo, mingling with the strange sounds of the wild. Whatever awaited them, it was clear it wasn’t just a simple animal in distress.

As they pushed deeper into the trees, Vivienne’s form twisted and contorted with each step, her body morphing as if adapting to the very air around her. Rava’s senses were heightened, her sharp eyes scanning every shadow, every rustle of leaves.

And then, suddenly, they ca upon it.

A clearing lay before them, bathed in dappled sunlight that flickered and danced across the ground. In the centre, a figure was kneeling, its body wracked with sobs. It was humanoid, but there was sothing wrong about it—a dark aura clung to it, twisted and unnatural. Around it, the ground was scorched, the remnants of burnt foliage curling up into the air like smoke from a long-dead fire.

Vivienne’s eyes narrowed, and her many heads tilted curiously. “Now that is interesting.” Her voice had shifted, no longer playful but deadly serious.

Rava stepped forward, though her stance was cautious. “Is that... what we think it is?”

Vivienne didn’t answer imdiately. She took a few steps forward, her many tendrils swirling in the air around her as if testing the atmosphere, her eyes narrowing with recognition. “Looks like a creature touched by Loam Aether…” she muttered, almost to herself, before her gaze shifted back to the figure, her smile creeping wider.

Rava’s fingers instinctively hovered near the empty space where her weapons should have been. She frowned, the lack of her gear now feeling all the more pronounced. "We need to be careful. Sothing feels off."

Vivienne spared her a sideways glance, a sly grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "That’s why we make it interesting, right?"

Rava didn’t respond, her focus entirely on the creature in the clearing. The sobbing had stopped, leaving behind an eerie silence, and then, slowly, the figure began to turn toward them. Its movents were jerky, unnatural, and its eyes—burning with an unnatural, fiery light—glared at them with a desperate, frantic intensity.

And then it spoke, its voice rasping from deep within its throat. “Help… …”

Rava blinked, her ears twitching. “Is that… a talking aetherbeast? But that’s—”

“Impossible. Like , right?” Vivienne’s voice cut through, sharp and knowing.

The figure’s eyes widened even further at the sight of Vivienne, and with a grotesque, rasping sound, it let out another guttural scream—louder this ti, filled with a primal terror. “Monster!”

The word hung in the air like a curse, vibrating with the weight of both fear and recognition. The creature stumbled back, its body twitching in spasms, as though trying to flee from Vivienne’s gaze. The word, the scream—it all made sothing cold coil in Rava’s gut.

Vivienne tilted her head, her form rippling with amusent, though sothing darker lingered behind her smile. "So, that’s how it is, then? I must be the monster now? Don’t worry, I am a friendly monster!”

Rava’s grip on the air tightened for a brief mont, but her eyes remained on the creature, still unsure whether it was a threat or rely a victim of sothing much bigger. "Vivienne, we don’t know what’s happening here. We need to figure this out first."

Vivienne gave a dismissive bob of her heads, turning her attention fully to the creature.

The figure was twisted, its limbs spindly and covered in gnarled wood, as if it had been ford from the earth itself. Its face, though humanoid in shape, had no nose—only a mask of bark, with a jagged split along the face where a mouth might be. Its eyes glowed a sickly green, and its movents were erratic, like it wasn’t quite in control of itself.

Vivienne’s eyes glead as she studied it. "Loam Aether," she muttered, barely audible, but her voice carried an unmistakable recognition. "It’s a twisted kind of thing, shaping the earth into new forms. But this? This isn’t just the earth’s will. There’s sothing more here."

Rava’s expression remained focused, but a flicker of sympathy passed through her eyes. She took another step forward, keeping her distance but making her presence known. “We can’t just undo it, whatever this is,” she said quietly, her voice steady. “You’ve been twisted by Loam Aether. We don’t know if it can even be reversed.”

The creature’s head jerked in her direction, its eyes wide with desperation. “It hurts... I can feel it changing .” It scraped its wooden fingers across its face, leaving jagged marks in the bark-like mask. “Please... stop it...”

Vivienne’s many heads tilted in thought, her form shifting slightly as she approached the creature with unnerving calm. “I can feel it, too,” she murmured, her tone almost too soothing, though the gleam in her eyes hinted at sothing else… sothing structured. “The aether they are absorbing, it's too organised.”

The creature’s eyes flickered with recognition, but then it recoiled as if sothing inside it fought against Vivienne’s words. “I—don’t—want—this...” It gritted its teeth, trying to fight the pull of the earth coursing through it. “I don’t rember who I was... I don’t know who I am anymore...”

Rava’s voice softened, but there was a firmness to it. “Then let us help you. You’re still you, even if it’s buried under all this... whatever this is. But we need to know what happened.” She stepped forward again, this ti closer, reaching out a hand in an almost comforting gesture. “Who did this to you?”

The creature froze, its body trembling, and for a mont, Rava thought it might lash out. But then, it spoke again, its voice barely a whisper, filled with pain. “I was a miner, I-I think. It’s so fuzzy. there were people… they took the others… they took , did sothing to . I ran. It’s all so fuzzy…” They rasped out.

Vivienne’s smile faltered for a mont, a shadow passing over her features. "They? Well that’s ominous." She turned to Rava, her voice low. “I can probably eat the aether as it flows into them. Would probably halt whatever is happening to them.”

Rava didn’t flinch at the suggestion. “Well, that’s about as good as we’re gonna get. Let’s give it a shot.” She turned toward the creature, her tone softening, though the warrior in her still held steady. “My friend here may be able to help. But it’s going to take all of us, alright?”

The creature’s eyes flicked nervously between the two of them, instinctively pulling away from Vivienne. A tremor ran through its body, but it didn’t move. Instead, its gaze locked onto Vivienne, filled with a blend of fear and sothing else—an odd sense of hope.

“No need to worry,” Vivienne cooed, her grin widening, though it did little to calm the creature. If anything, it made the air feel colder. Still, the creature didn’t move to stop her, nodding shakily in agreent.

Vivienne took a step closer, her tendrils curling with anticipation, her form rippling with an almost predatory grace. "This won’t hurt," she murmured, though the cold, calculated edge to her voice told a different story. As she reached out, the creature flinched instinctively, but her tendrils were surprisingly gentle as they cupped its face. The touch was almost tender, yet there was sothing darker lurking beneath the surface.

The aether surged through the cracks in the creature’s bark-like skin, a thick, verdant pulse that wrapped around Vivienne’s hands, drawn to her as if it recognized her hunger. It twisted in the air, the raw essence of Loam, so familiar to Vivienne, yet wild and uncontrollable in its current form. The flow was thick and heavy, pressing against her like the weight of the earth itself.

The creature shuddered violently beneath her touch, its eyes snapping shut as if bracing itself. A small whimper escaped its throat, an almost human sound of desperation.

Vivienne’s smile widened, lips pulling back slightly as she felt the aether fight against her, squirming in her grasp. "There we go," she murmured softly, her voice laced with a chilling calmness. She leaned closer, her other heads twisting with satisfaction as she fed on the energy, her own form rippling with increasing power.

The creature’s breath beca shallow, ragged, as its body jerked involuntarily. It was trapped in a dance it didn’t understand, caught between the aether that held it and the one draining it away. A frantic tremor ran through it, but Vivienne held firm, her grip never faltering as the flow of aether grew stronger.

"You’re going to be fine," she said, almost too soothingly, her voice slipping into sothing sweetly venomous. "Just breathe. I’ll take care of the rest."

The creature let out another strangled whimper, its bark-like skin cracking open slightly under the pressure of the aether pouring through it, revealing soft, fragile flesh beneath. The erald light in its eyes flickered like a dying fla, and for a mont, it seed as though it might crumble entirely, consud by the force Vivienne was drawing from it.

The creature’s breath ca in shallow gasps, each one a fragile plea as Vivienne’s tendrils continued to pull at the aether, her tendrils coiling and unwinding with an almost hypnotic rhythm. She could feel the pulse of the earth’s energy deep within, a raw and unrefined force, vibrating with potential. The power was like a drug—seductive and overwhelming, promising more than what she had ever felt before. She leaned closer, her lips curling into a smile as the flow of aether thickened, flooding her senses.

She could feel the creature's strength slipping, each breath more ragged, each tremor more violent. It was losing itself, the earth’s pull overwhelming its will. Yet Vivienne—she felt nothing but the rush of power. Her hunger pushed her onward, a hunger for more.

The creature’s eyes fluttered open, weak and pleading. “Stop… please…”

Vivienne’s smile didn’t falter. "It's almost done," she whispered, the words too soft, too sweet. "You’ll be free soon, just a little longer. Let go."

The creature shuddered violently, its body shaking as the light in its eyes dimd further. Its limbs sagged, brittle and unsteady, barely able to support its own weight. A low groan escaped its throat, a sound of despair, but Vivienne was too far gone in the rush of aether to notice the signs of its impending collapse. She was lost in the flow, her tendrils unfurling in anticipation, drawing every drop of essence she could.

From the corner of her eye, she caught Rava’s figure, rigid and silent, her expression unreadable. Rava’s gaze flickered between Vivienne and the creature, her body tense, the weight of the mont settling in the air like a storm before it broke.

"Vivienne..." Rava’s voice broke the tension, sharp and steady. "You’re going too far."

But Vivienne didn’t react. She was too deep in it, her senses overwheld by the torrent of aether. The creature’s breath was becoming more erratic, its body weakening, the pulse of the earth it was tethered to flickering out like a dying ember. The once vibrant green in its eyes had turned to a dull, lifeless hue, and the cracks in its bark had deepened.

Rava stepped forward, her hand twitching toward where her weapons would have been, though she knew she had none. “Vivienne!” Her voice was louder now, cutting through the haze of Vivienne’s trance. “You’re killing it!”

The words sliced through Vivienne’s mind like a knife, a sudden clarity breaking through the fog. For a mont, she hesitated, the pull of the aether faltering. But it wasn’t enough to stop her—she could still feel the creature’s essence slipping away, could still hear the faint whisper of its pain, and it felt so good, so satisfying…

Rava’s hand shot out, her fingers closing around Vivienne’s tendrils with a force that jolted her from the trance. The raw power Vivienne had been drawing from the creature cut off abruptly, and the weight of the mont crashed down on her. She looked at Rava, disoriented, her breathing shallow.

“What—?” Vivienne’s voice was strained, her gaze unfocused, as if the sudden interruption had shocked her system.

“Enough,” Rava said, her voice tight with controlled fury. “You were going to kill it.” She gave Vivienne’s tendril a sharp tug, pulling her back, away from the weakened creature.

Vivienne blinked, slowly becoming aware of the fragile state of the creature before them. It was trembling violently, barely able to stand, its body slack and vulnerable. The green light in its eyes was almost gone, leaving nothing but emptiness. She had taken too much.

A flicker of guilt tugged at her, but she suppressed it quickly, her smile reappearing—this ti tinged with sothing darker, a hint of irritation. “I was helping.”

Rava didn’t flinch, her grip unyielding as she stared at Vivienne. “That wasn’t helping. You’re not a goddess of consumption, Vivienne. You can’t just take from things until they break.”

The words stung, but Vivienne didn’t reply right away. She looked back at the creature, her expression unreadable. The energy she had drawn from it had left a gaping void, and she could see now that it was teetering on the brink of collapse, as fragile as an old, rotting tree.

For a mont, Vivienne considered drawing more from it. Just a little. To make it right.

But the flicker of Rava’s anger, the way she gripped her tendrils with unspoken force, snapped Vivienne out of her haze. She exhaled sharply, the weight of what she had done settling on her chest like a stone. She hadn’t ant for it to go this far. She hadn’t ant to break it.

“I’m sorry,” Vivienne muttered, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. She didn’t say it often. She wasn’t sure she had ever ant it before. But there it was, slipping out unbidden.

Rava studied her for a long mont before releasing her tendrils, stepping back to assess the creature. “You need to fix this. Now.”

Vivienne turned back to the creature, her gaze softening. “Right,” she said, the edges of her voice still carrying the remnants of that hunger. She crouched down before the creature, her tendrils reaching out gently. “I’ll fix it. Just… give a mont.”

Her fingers brushed the creature’s bark-like skin, feeling the pulse of life that remained, faint and fragile. The connection was weak, but it was enough. She closed her eyes, focusing. This ti, she didn’t take—she healed. Slowly, carefully, she allowed the remaining aether to flow back into the creature, her tendrils steadying as the light in its eyes began to flicker back to life.

It took ti. Minutes that stretched into eternity. But slowly, the creature’s form beca more solid, the cracks in its skin knitting together, the ragged breath softening. Its eyes brightened, no longer clouded by the fading light of the aether it had lost. The aether it had been pulling from the earth had ceased flowing into it too.

When Vivienne finally pulled her tendrils away, the creature took a shuddering breath, its limbs no longer trembling. It blinked, looking between the two of them, a quiet gratitude filling its gaze.

“Thank you,” it whispered, its voice weak but clear.

Vivienne stood, her posture regaining its familiar unsettling grace. “You’re welco,” she said quietly, her eyes flickering toward Rava.