Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33162207-20171216015011/@comment-26120744-20171221222151

I recommend looking away. Erebus said. Using one meaty-sack to revitalize another is a grisly, disgusting experience.

The first step was disgusting enough. Firstly, Erebus' tentacle-esque limbs sprung from Nick's spine, tearing through his flesh, needle-ended appendages sewing back together the cuts, stab wounds and eviscerated stomach, whilst vacuum-like ones gathered up the post-mortem blood and bile and shot them back into the victim's veins.

Then comes the tricky part. Any machine can be rebuilt, but they all need electricity. A battery, or a outlet to be plugged into.

For this reason, Erebus tore open Nick's arm and Susie's as well, binding the nerve endings of both together. From this, Nick's brain would subconsciously register the corpse as another part of his body.

In an instant it had twice as many organs to manage. Nerves fired, in a panicked attempt to revitalize the dead tissue. The living mind fired nerves of utter dread at the dead or dying one, one cerebral cortex firing sheer adrenaline into another. A heart beats blood into it's newfound twin, the processes of the human body revitalized.

In short, Nick howled and screeched in agony as his body was flayed alive and used as a battery for another.

When the heart was beating once more, and the brain slowly regaining it's processes, Nick's body disconnected, the severed nerves folding back into themselves like no real injuries had happened, and though both now appeared physically unharmed, Nick collapsed to the ground, vomitting blood and bile unto the floor.

There are no words to describe the agony that whole experience was.

The Flayer. Erebus thought. ''Yes, that's a good name. Erebus the Flayer.''