The Devouring Mother

Told you. I am just a catastrophic scar. Not one that decorates your body with beauty. Rather, one that grew roots. Slowly–deliberately, they rot within you. Claim your sanity completely. Sucking on your consciousness ‘till you empty without a crumble left. I am not a monster. I am the life—exists to devour you back to the womb of mother nature.

Numerous folklores went down from ears to ears: entities that rot a plant within humans brings them regeneration and eternity. Yet, it comes with a price—nothing offered for free—your sanity. They put you into a cozy-loving lullaby of thousands of suffering. None were able to survive except Ubermensch.

I am the lady feared by anyone. I am a great, crazy, and disastrous epidemic. I am death. You should fear me. Now, know your place and return. I will not put you into trouble. Rather than that, I would sit on my throne by myself and become the world's greatest ruler.