“Come closer.”
Tentative steps forward. Apprehension in his face, lit by pulsating orange scars from the powerful Entity before him.
“No need to fear.”
A scream.
He stumbled backward.
Laughter.
“It is merely a reflex.”
Hesitation. More steps forward.
A sloppy, wet sound filled his ears. Squelch. He strained to make out more. Laboured breathing. Shocked sobs. A schlock followed by a splat as something was thrown down. A pained yell.
“We remake him. In an image that befits one created by us.”
Closer. He saw a stallion of clay. His body was deformed, kneaded by the hooves of the Entity. A face stuck in permanent agony. His chest rose and fell shakily. A hoof pressed into the surface, turning it concave.
Another scream.
“This one shall be perfect.”