Chaotic Communion

Lilith PoV:

"Is….her?"

"….should be…."

Haa, shut up will you. I was having such a beautiful dream but who are these insects buzzing around trying to disturb it? I finally started gaining clarity after a few more moments of trying to sleep but not being able to.

My eyes fluttered open as the dim light of the surroundings entered them causing instinctual discomfort. It was as if I was experiencing this light for the first time in my life like a baby.

It then clicked to me. 'Yes, I chose the circumstances of my next reincarnation and presumably this is my new life.' Of course, unless all this is a sick joke and I woke up from my delusions in a mental asylum.

But I knew that to be false as I felt immense power surging through my very being. Power unlike anything I felt before and it intoxicated me deeply. And yes, I could sense those fools surrounding me as well.

"There is no doubt about it. We followed all the requirements for summoning the lord and even conducted the ritual noted down in the holy text using appropriate sacrifice. This little girl is definitely the chosen vessel of the lord we worship."

A man straight out of stereotypical cultist images proclaimed to the other fools behind him as they erupted into cheers.

'I see, this is the background set for my entry into the SCP world. A demon summoned through a ritual. Perhaps I should play this part until the SCP foundation arrive.' I thought amused. 

I finally slowly got up from my location at the centre of the ritual circle and gazed at my thin feeble hand. But this hand had far greater power than my previous self. Another fact was that I could currently see with my eyes as well.

According to the narrative I wrote, the debuffs like [Curse of Ailments] and [Blindness] would come into play due to the SCP foundations experimentation.

I felt a tinge of sadness for what the foundation operatives will experience soon at the hand of NPCs for touching me. I had drawn them up into the contrived plot I created without regard for their opinion after all.

Poor people going to work every day at the edge of death to ensure that others can go to work as well, not knowing that their end was approaching soon.

But these thoughts of pity were momentary as they flew past my mind quickly. Regardless of what actions my narrative forced upon them, it does not change that they are given the opportunity to essentially torture me in person.

They should be thankful for this one time experience as they eventually embark on their one way trip to hell. If the NPCs allow them to die, that is. I had no intention of providing them with a peaceful death for what's to come.

Again, I was not a masochist. I did not derive pleasure in my own suffering. I was being forced to choose this suffering voluntarily for obtaining this great power and being the vengeful person I am, I will definitely return this debt.

After all why should I be the only one to suffer. Its only right for me to share this unique experience with others. 'As they say, sharing is caring and I am more than delighted to give them their fair share of torture. Haa, why am I so kind?' I thought deviously.

I have definitely become a demon, haven't I? I mean physically yes, but even mentally. My previous life's self-centred thoughts seem to be developing into a more sadistic direction.

'I can admire myself later. Let's deal with these fools first.' I focused my attention on the many cultists gathered in this chamber as I proclaimed to them in my now enchantingly sweet voice:

"I applaud your faith reverent faith in me. You have done well and I have reserved a place for all of you in paradise for your meritorious deeds. Now receive my 'blessing'.~" I watched as they were instantly swept with thoughts of ecstasy upon being validated by their 'lord.'

I should test my powers a little in the little time I have before the foundation arrives and I already had enough lab rats to do so. These cultists were the perfect test subjects. They were worshipping a demonic entity anyway, even if it was not me. So their fate was predestined to be unfortunate either way.

Most of them were normal humans seduced by other cultists false promises of paradise or whatever else, with perhaps a couple having some sort of supernatural powers. I raised my hand towards them and cast the first spell of both my lives instinctively: "[Eldritch Embrace]"

As the words echoed in the chamber, I felt my abundant stores of MP being reduced upon casting the 5th spell. An eerie glow enveloped the cultists. Their eyes widening with an inexplicable terror as they gained what is most definitely not the blessing they imagined.

The spell targeted the deepest recesses of their minds, unraveling the sanity that tethered them to reality. In an instant, the cultists were plunged into a maddening nightmare, where eldritch horrors danced on the fringes of their perception.

The spell had opened their senses to what mortals should not see. Their thoughts twisted and contorted, a cacophony of tortured whispers clawing at the edges of their consciousness.

Physical forms began to warp as eldritch deformities manifested. Limbs elongated and twisted, eyes multiplied or merged into grotesque configurations, and unearthly appendages sprouted from their bodies.

The once-human cultists were now eldritch aberrations, trapped in a delirium of their own creation as they sung in a chorus of voices that induced madness:

"Y'gthul-nahn, ql'thro-ya! Mnahn'goloth k'yarnak!

Lyr'xotha zythirr, phr'ktalothic glo'khar!"

Vor'nalthar ny'ktharan, sythryn'kai mnar!"

These sentences were automatically translated by my mind to mean something along the lines of:

"Feast upon the fragments. We are the fractured, born of the eldritch void!

Chaos, entropy, eternal intertwining. Join the cosmic spiral!

From the abyss, we materialize. Witness the unraveling of mortal coils"

Well I don't really know what the poem sung by these now lovely little cuties mean but I'll take it anyway. I then calmly spoke:

"It is time, my lovely followers. Move forward to paradise.~" Upon hearing my voice, the little cuties showered me with praise.

Driven by an insatiable madness, the transformed cultists then turned on each other with an unnatural hunger. A gruesome frenzy unfolded as they devoured one another, wiping out any trace of their prior existence.

And I watched all this happening with a delighted smile on my face. It gave me an immeasurable pleasure watching them writhe in agony. This feeling may disappear after one or two such incidents but not this instant.

Even if I was an eldritch being now, people won't simply go insane by looking at me as my true form was hidden behind the guise of this little girl.

A simple 5th tier spell was this great, how great would a spell like Ainz's [Iä Shub-Niggurath] feel? I can also use this spell and multiple other super-tier spells as well.

This was not good. I felt that if I did not handle this well, my newfound sense of sadism would end up spiralling down a never ending streak. I'll worry about it after going to Nazarick but for now, there are other matters to be dealt with.

I had already felt certain invisible shackles preventing me from leaving this chamber. These shackles would remain until I reached the end of the designed narrative, that is when Ainz came and rescued me back to Nazarick.

I had no choice but to play along with the SCP foundation. I really did not want to experience torture and so it struck me. I can simply split my personality into 2 parts. One of them will contain all my thoughts and memories while the other will be a shell of an eldritch entity.

Cold and unfeeling for anything mere humans throw at it. It will be the personality I can use to deal with all the grunt work. Then, around the time that Ainz is scheduled to appear I can swap out this 2nd persona for my true self once more hiding away any traumatic memories, if any.

Well, I will still allow myself to instinctually display some form of trauma in my regular day to day actions in Nazarick to manipulate them into thinking I am an oh so pitiful girl. Ainz may find the NPCs overprotectiveness annoying, but I don't.

Its unnecessary to complain about something good for myself. Even more so, I feel as if it is only appropriate that they worship me. Is this my eldritch aspects slowly influencing my psyche?

Regardless, let's get on with it. It was an even weaker 4th tier spell as such paltry mind tricks were basic for higher eldritch entities amongst other things like creation of parallel minds :

"~I leave it up to you, my soon to be other new self. Take care of things while I sleep. See you soon~[Personality Bifurcation]!"

As soon as I cast the spell, I once more embraced sleep as I law there lying on the centre of the ritual circle unaware that the SCP foundation arrived soon after. But what they would meet would be my other self.

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I have to travel back to uni and write exams till 16th January, so I won't be able to write any more chapters. I'll upload chapters for my other fanfics as well as this one after 16th. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!