Nyarlathotep’s colossal golden eye widened with a manic shine as his thickest tentacle remained buried deep through Aestrea’s chest, black divine blood pouring out in heavy streams.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!"
The Outer God’s laughter shook the ruined citadel.
"Finally! Look at you! Impaled like the pathetic little worm you are!" His voice bood from thousands of screaming mouths.
"My tentacles are going to suck everything out of your body now... your chaos, your authority, your very existence! I will devour the Root of Chaos itself and enjoy the power of a Fallen God as my own!"
The tentacle inside Aestrea began to pulsate violently, thousands of smaller barbs and sucking mouths opening along its length, greedily drinking his divine blood and essence.
But at that exact mont...
Srwoosh!
Aestrea’s lips curled into a cold, devious smirk.
His blood-red slit eyes glowed with intense predatory shine.
Black energy exploded around him like a supernova.
His Chaos Incarnated Form, the abyssal black hair, the void-like sclera, and the primordial aura, rged with sothing far... evil.
His Fallen God Race... was fully activated.
A second layer of power erupted from his body.
This one was ravenous and deeply insatiable.
A devouring hunger that made the very air scream. The aura around him shifted from pure chaos into sothing far more terrifying.
Two horns grow on his head as his wings flared up from his back, both having a deep pitch-black color.
He was now using both his Chaos Incarnated Form and his Fallen God Race. If there was a na for this... it would be called...
Chaotic Fallen God.
Then, Aestrea spoke in an utterly confident voice.
"...You really thought you could devour ?"
He raised his hand and clamped it around the massive tentacle still impaled through his chest.
Then he began to devour it right back.
GLUUUUUUUUUUURP!
The tentacle that was supposed to suck him dry suddenly started shriveling.
Its flesh withered and collapsed as Aestrea’s Fallen God authority reversed the flow completely.
Golden-black ichor surged backward through the tentacle, pouring into Aestrea’s body at terrifying speed.
Nyarlathotep’s own essence, his stolen powers, his madness, his very being, was being forcibly consud by Aestrea.
"WHAT?! GRAAAAAHHHHH!!"
Nyarlathotep scread in genuine shock and pain as he felt chunks of his true form being torn away and absorbed.
His colossal body convulsed violently.
But he wasn’t one to simply accept defeat.
With a roar of fury, he activated his own devouring authority, the very sa hunger that had consud countless gods across the ages.
Hundreds of new tentacles surged forward, latching onto Aestrea’s body, trying to devour him in return.
Both beings were now locked in a mutual devouring contest.
GLUUUUURP!
GLUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
Aestrea’s Chaotic Fallen God form glowed with ominous crimson-black light as he consud Nyarlathotep’s essence at an alarming rate.
His wounds closed instantly, and his power surged higher with every drop he stole.
Nyarlathotep fought back just as viciously.
His tentacles drilled deeper into Aestrea’s body, sucking out chaos energy while pumping his own corrosive madness inside.
Both of them were being torn apart and rebuilt at the sa ti in a horrifying cycle of consumption.
Golden-black blood and black divine ichor sprayed everywhere in thick fountains.
Chunks of flesh from both beings dissolved and were absorbed by the other. The ground beneath them had long since turned into a lake of gore and lted ice.
"You... dare... consu ?!" Nyarlathotep howled, his voice cracking with rage and sothing ACTUALLY close to fear.
Aestrea’s smirk widened, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"You started this ga... Now choke on it!"
He tightened his grip on the main tentacle and pulled, forcibly dragging more of Nyarlathotep’s essence into himself.
At the sa ti, the Outer God’s smaller tentacles burrowed deeper into Aestrea’s shoulders, chest, and thighs, desperately trying to devour him faster.
Both of them were now bleeding profusely.
Both of them were growing stronger by consuming the other.
The one who devoured first would win.
"...Ugh!"
Aestrea groaned before his authority reversed the flow completely, turning Nyarlathotep’s own weapon into a pipeline that funneled the Outer God’s essence straight into him.
GLUUUUUUUUUUUUURP—————————!!!
Thick streams of golden-black ichor surged violently into Aestrea’s body. Every drop carried stolen divinity, madness, and raw conceptual power.
His wounds closed instantly. His power surged as new strength flooded his veins, and he devoured the Crawling Chaos from the inside out.
"GRAAAAAHHHHH!! YOU DARE?!" Nyarlathotep scread
Hundreds of smaller tentacles drilled deeper into Aestrea’s shoulders, thighs, and abdon, desperately trying to suck him dry in return.
They burrowed like living parasites, pumping corrosive madness into his body while trying to steal his chaos energy.
But Aestrea only smirked, putting the Devouring Authority to the maximum.
His body beca a black hole of hunger.
The tentacles that were supposed to devour him began to wither and shrink, their flesh collapsing inward as he reversed the flow and consud them instead.
GLUUUUURP!
GLUUUUURP!
GLUUUUURP———!
Nyarlathotep’s colossal form visibly shrank in places.
Large sections of his writhing mass dissolved into black mist and were forcibly pulled into Aestrea’s body.
Golden-black blood sprayed in heavy fountains from the wounds, freezing mid-air before being sucked back in.
The Outer God’s countless eyes widened in panic and rage.
"You... insignificant little worm! The mont I devour you, I will wear your face! I will slaughter every single one of your precious little whores! I will make them watch as I tear their throats open with your own hands! I will fuck their corpses while they still scream your na!"
Nyarlathotep’s voice cracked with fury as he tried to distract and enrage Aestrea.
But Aestrea simply smirked coldly.
He didn’t say a single word.
His blood-red slit eyes remained calm, almost bored, as he continued devouring the Outer God at an accelerating rate.
The silence was far more terrifying than any roar.
Nyarlathotep’s panic spiked.
"ANSWER EE!!"
He lashed out wildly, thousands of tentacles slamming into Aestrea from every direction, piercing his body in dozens of new places.
Blood, both golden-black and Aestrea’s own divine black, sprayed across the ruined battlefield in thick arcs.
The pain was excruciating, but Aestrea didn’t flinch. He simply absorbed the damage and used it as fuel.
GLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!!!
The rate of consumption doubled.
Nyarlathotep’s colossal body began to visibly collapse.
Entire sections of his flesh lted away into black mist and stread into Aestrea’s form. His golden eye dimd as power was forcibly ripped from him.
The Outer God’s fury turned into sothing closer to dread.
"No... NOO!! You cannot! I am the Crawling Chaos! I am eternal—!!"
He tried one final desperate counter.
He opened every mouth across his body and unleashed a point-blank wave of pure, unfiltered madness mixed with his own essence, attempting to overwhelm Aestrea’s consumption.
Aestrea t it head-on.
His Chaotic Fallen God form flared brighter.
The black hole of hunger inside him simply swallowed the madness whole, converting it into more power.
The tentacles piercing his body began to shrivel and disintegrate as he devoured them from the inside.
GLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP—————!!!
Nyarlathotep’s scream reached a new pitch of terror.
Half of his colossal body was already gone-
The remaining half was rapidly shrinking, tentacles withering, eyes popping and dissolving, mouths screaming as they were consud.
Aestrea’s smirk never faded.
He took one step forward, dragging the shriveling mass of the Outer God with him. The tentacle still impaled through his chest was now nothing but a dried-up husk.
Nyarlathotep’s voice cracked with genuine fear for the first ti.
"STOP!! I’LL KILL THEM ALL!! I’LL MAKE YOU WATCH!!"
Aestrea said nothing.
He simply raised his hand and clenched it.
The final surge of consumption began.
GLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP———————————————————!!!
The last remnants of Nyarlathotep’s true form were forcibly ripped away and devoured in one overwhelming pull.
Golden-black essence flooded into Aestrea’s body, causing his Chaotic Fallen God form to glow brighter than ever as he absorbed the Crawling Chaos completely.
"YOU LITTLE FUUUCKEEERRRR!"
Nyarlathotep’s final scream echoed across the shattered citadel before being cut off abruptly.
The colossal body collapsed into black dust and was sucked into Aestrea’s palm.
Silence fell over the ruined battlefield.
"...Fuu... agh... dammit."
Aestrea stood alone amidst the wreckage, taking his ti to breathe.
His body was covered in wounds that were already healing at an insane rate. Black and golden energy swirled around him as he fully integrated the devoured power.
He slowly lowered his hand.
The Chaotic Fallen God form remained active, but now it felt... dozens of tis stronger than before.
Aestrea exhaled slowly.
"...Finally."
Thud...
He lay down on the ground as he noticed the space around him cracking into pieces.
This was Nyarlathotep’s domain, so it made sense that it would disappear the mont he died.
As the sky peeled off, Aestrea instantly found himself back in his actual palace.
"...Did the girls bring here?" he pondered.
To them, he had probably passed out mid-date.
He lifted his upper body, and his smile instantly softened as he saw every single one of them resting close to him.
All of them were sleeping, though.
Even Alaine.
Seeing this, Aestrea fell back into the bed.
He needed to rest after such a grueso and tireso battle.
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