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 boomed 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 moment…
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.
