"Call a doctor, say a prayer / Choose a god you think is there"
Her eyes were shining golden in the dim, unsteady light. Despite the clouds outside, and her being indoors, she could sense the light of Carcosa’s twin suns, replenishing the energy she had lost.
A smirk spread across her face at the terror on the torturers’ faces as she abandoned the human disguise, rising to a height where she towered over everything in the room. Not even her own mother’s horrified gasp gave her pause, it was simply too late for that. She spared her two unconscious lovers a glance as she broke free from her restraints, revelling in the sounds of her torturers’ minds breaking due to their inability to comprehend her true form.
The laughter that escaped her was inhuman, laughter that was enough to strike fear in even the bravest man. It was a laugh driven purely by schadenfreude, and by a desire for revenge. “What good is power to mere dust and bones?”
If there was one thing she’d realised early on, it was that power corrupts. And if it corrupted you enough, it would be your downfall.