The Halls of Darkness

Zeda shook his head. “Not too often. There isn’t really a need. But, I’ve seen her done a few hundred times.”

Dima nodded. I’m sure. For my brother. Before he kills us all.

Dima almost smiled but managed to stop herself. Even as a projection, her smile was known to cause massive amounts of paranoia. I'm sure I'll be fine.

Here it comes. Don't say I didn't warn ya There was a brief blinding cyan light spreading through the entire hall momentarily dispelling the darkness to reveal what looked lile a field of scattered stars before the darkness returned once again.

Dima waited. A face had to be coming soon.

A woman's face, maybe in her late twenties appeared in the void. It wasn't fully... solid. It seemed to constantly twist and turn in swirls of color. It glowed with a eeerie dark blue glow. The eyes were empty, black pools that seemed to go on forever. Her hair was a whirlwind of what looked like an incredibly dense pitch black fog that flashed with streaks of blue like lightning.

Dima hummed. You remind me of my king. Taking what is natural to a humanoid form. She took a deep breath. I'm approaching you now, okay? Soon I'll be with you.

Dima nodded. Alright. She started walking to the woman, feeling her form become less and less solid as she did so. She was crossing into someone else's mind, after all. It just happened.

Dima felt the trek get progressively more challenging. That meant she was getting close. Almost there.

I'm the god of not-pretty sights. Dima overcame the final barrier, fully stepping into this new mind.

The owner of the mind was named Kate. Dima could feel that. And Kate's mind felt like love, love as overwhelming as she felt for Zeda. Open your eyes, Kate. And I'll be there.

Welcome to the club, darling. You're about to see the inventor of not pretty sights. Care to share your name? Kate opened her eyes.

Dima felt herself flicker into being. She was now... in another wasteland, far too dark to see. Dima.