139 Depths of Gloom

Xaloc screamed as his mind was invaded by the memories of the god whose bones he had ingested.

resplendent palace made of precious stone. Each pillar was made of gold, its level of craft staggeringly high.

Wearing gorgeous dresses, a group of beautiful and seemingly good-natured beauties shuttled around the palace. Powerful looking animals roamed the skies.

The images changed in fast motion. The god, his adventures, his lust, his hatred, his desires and finally his death.

Countless figures appeared in the skies above. Streams of light shot out as gods fought against monsters and giants. The streams of light were beautiful to behold; however, when they descended upon the lands, they caused the lands and mountains to be decimated as golden blood fell to the ground.

The memories were that of a God that had lived for aeons and then swarmed into his head, threatening to consume him, to devour him and his sense of self.