133 Worms (2/2)

The giant's thick hand was momentarily still just inside of the house. The woman who lived in it could see that it was still, and even in her dark, unlit house, she could see the pallid skin tone of the hand. It made the hand's appearance stand out against the dark, and also filled her with fear.

She was overwhelmed by fear and paralyzed because of it, as she frantically studied the hand. The hand abruptly shot forward, easily crossing the distance that separated the woman from the monster and grabbing her.

The hand was larger than she was, and also easily strong enough to wrap around her and drag her out of the house. It was only when she began to be dragged closer to the undead monsters that I had ordered to exterminate her village that she began to scream again.

Nivar would finally come to her senses right as other undead crossed the threshold into the town behind her. It was the sounds of their footfalls, the creaks and groans of their bones, and the occasional sounds they made that allowed her to snap back to reality. She hopped off of her pet to move closer to the woman it had captured.

The grave-giant looked down at the woman and studied her. She had an olive skin tone and was wearing a light outfit meant for sleep. The woman gasped when she first laid eyes on Nivar. She was utterly petrified, especially of Nivar.

I knew enough about mortals to know that her reaction was a reasonable one. It made sense for her to be afraid of a mass of writhing worms in the loose shape of a massive creature.

Nivar towered above the woman, standing entire meters taller than her. The woman was a human, after all, she stood a measly meter and a half tall. There was a hopelessness to her, almost auric in nature, but a part of me wondered if that was new or if it had always been there.

Nivar studied her for a few moments, even as other undead surged into the community and began to break into houses. The next screams to fill the night were heard, and they were close. After a few moments, Nivar had had enough and moved with a swiftness that belied the large nature of her form.

One of Nivar's hands shot out and grabbed the woman's chin. She applied a bit of force to forcibly open the woman's mouth. The woman feebly resisted, but even with adrenaline aiding her was no match for her opponent. Nivar's other hand shot forward but didn't stop at the woman's open mouth. It entered it. Her prisoner's eyes shot open, even more fear filling them as she realized what was going on.

Nivar was silent but was enjoying this. Her hand that was inside of the woman's mouth was purposefully made up of the filthiest worms that comprised her form. Nivar let go out of the woman's face, and reflexively the woman closed her mouth. She was able to bite partway through the giant's hand, an impressive feat all things considered. Sadly, that was what Nivar wanted.

The limb the human damaged was made up of living worms. Worms she had just freed from their partially psychic and partially magical prison, a prison that made them controllable by Nivar. Those freed worms showed their gratitude by writhing around the woman's mouth and a few, the ones furthest in, even tried to go into her throat. This caused her to begin choking. I had watched this whole gruesome display and quietly healed Nivar.

The giantess sighed in delight, almost purring at the sensations of worms spawning spontaneously within her and crawling over to her damaged hand, to remake it and heal her. Nivar watched as the woman she had attacked collapsed into a choking heap, her face turning red, even as the worms inside of her tried to explore their new home. I quietly sent her a new message. It was simple.

”Kill.” I commanded her, having enjoyed the brutality of what I had just witnessed. The woman was still alive, and in considerable pain. Nivar turned to her pet, and relayed my order. The giant's response was simple. It closed its hand, lifted it above the woman, and then brought it crashing down on top of her. There was a sickening crunch as the giant's fist crushed the woman, but it was at least a swift end.

Nivar seemed to melt into a swarm of worms, worms which crawled onto and then on top of her pet. It was when they were all squarely assembled on the giant's back that they got back together and formed the strange vaguely humanoid mass that was more properly recognizable as Nivar. The process took about fifteen seconds, as the worms were supernaturally fast and collaborative.

Another scream filled the air, and the first airborne undead, monsters like shadows and wraiths, began to descend on the town. The carnage was about to begin in full.