Chapter 1

In a higher dimension separated from the one inhabited by humans by only the thinnest of barriers, Qex'Ull sat wrapped in a sphere of weaved and plaited fragments of realities in rapt attention as a playback, assembled from the very medium in which it lived according to its memories of the event, of one of his proudest artistic creations unspooled. The images, to humans eyes at least, would have depicted an attractive blonde woman, her skin covered with a litany of trashy tattoos and her belly heavy with child, bouncing up and down on the hips of a man below her, only stopping to roll her hips and force more of his length into herself.

Her blue eyes had a misty, far away look that spoke of a mindless ecstasy tinged with a type of transcendental experience. Her scarcely visible cunt lips were already swollen and red, but still she rode on. A group of men, three deep in most places, surrounded her gently stroking themselves and awaiting their turn underneath and inside the goddess of sin in their midst. Their naked lust burned bright in their eyes as her heavy, tattooed breasts jiggled in rhythm to her guttural grunts of need, shrieks of pleasure, and the slap of sweaty flesh on flesh.

To Qex'Ull, however, the scene was a riot of colors. The twin greens of greed and envy. The delectable searing hot red of carnal desire, hinted with specks of violence, stoked to its upper limits. That was its favorite. Where others of its kind preferred the organized savagery of a genocide or the disorganized rage of a spree killer, Qex'Ull existed solely to feel the thrill of unrestrained carnality. Its main senses were attuned to emotion and what it saw was a most pleasurable tableau of debauchery.

As diverting as this was, however, something else was pulling at its attention. Qex'Ull smelled a thin spot in the area separating his dimension from his favorite playground: the world of humans.

Other creatures moved away as Qex'Ull dissolved his memory cocoon and began its regal procession to where its chiefest source of joy awaited. As much as Qex'Ull's kind could be said to have a form in a dimension where the normal laws of physics dare to tread, it could be said to resemble a vast squid or octopus with tentacles popping in and out of existence as it glided through the viscous liquid of potentials realities and universes that never were. Sense organs developed and disappeared constantly on what would appear to be its main body. Eyes, primitive ears, mouths, and nostrils made sickening appearances and disturbingly quick exits across its terrible black visage.

Disappointment momentarily stole over its mind as it realized from the texture of this dimensional hole that it would be both short lived and admit on his most skillful reality warping. Qex'Ull regained its composure quickly, resolute in its belief that not only was he the greatest artist in its chosen field, but had more talent in three of its innumerable tentacles than most of its kind possessed in their entire forms. Qex'Ull's limbs coiled in anticipation as it began the process of sending a part of its substance through the maze-like structure of the cracks in reality. This, the malevolent intelligence beyond any human understanding, thought to itself would be its greatest work yet. Other creatures drifted around Qex'Ull in the shadowy non-light of their home dimension and awaiting yet another work of beauty from a talented specialist.