Organectomy
Where Pantheons Lie I: Malfeasance
These vermin
No, less than vermin
Lesser than the dirt and muck that you rot and roll through
It disgusted me
You thought yourself so mighty
So untouchable with your archaic science and your false gods
But it was for nothing
As you muttered and squabbled amongst yourselves
I ascended
I became the very thing you believed you worshiped
You had looked down on me
Spat upon my ideals
Unable to fathom that this flesh is merely a vessel
A veil stretched thin over my might
My true form
We found you