So key and moths. I don’t feel like going normal moth stuff, so instead more cosmic/eldritch moth for you! Also comes with the question of what do you think a moth god would preside over?
🗝️ Key collapses to the ground, wincing and clutching her head. Her eyes squeeze shut, and when they open again, they’re completely black. Fluffy antennae emerge from under her hair, and her skin turns pale…
Strange whispers and whimpers come from her mouth. Her voice sounds warbled and distorted. The back of her hoodie begins to strain and tear, two magnificent yet terrible wings unfurling behind her. Fluff sprouts from her neck and her forearms, pushing at the garment further. Claw-like feet erupt from her boots, and more fur grows around her lower legs.
There’s some kind of… pigmentation… moving about inside her growing wings. Dark, but full of color around the frayed, swirling edges… They’re Mandelbrot sets, zooming in and shifting about incessantly, one for each of her wings!
Key lets out a quivering yelp as a mix between a bug butt, a tendril, and a tail grows out behind her. It pushes her jeans down and lifts her poor hoodie, too.
You can hear her voice all around you despite the fact that her tongue has grown out long and thick, spilling uncontrollably from her mouth and tapering to a point. It’s easily five or six inches long… Then she regains control of it and it snaps back into her mouth. She rises and speaks, her voice layered upon itself.
I am the god of secrets. Of the hidden. Of the microscopic, the unseen, the unanswered. I am the god of this Castle and its people. May any who stand against me become hidden and forgotten unto annihilation, known only by myself, the Key to all things.
With that, she vanishes into the depths of the Castle, never very likely to be seen again…