Lux - Page 9

Eva’s friends from the church came to check on her later that day when she was strangely absent from their choir practise. The two girls knocked on her door and waited, but was surprised when her sister answered instead.

“Eva is down with a bad flu,” Cynthia explained as she held the door open slightly and firmly, “She can’t see anyone at the moment”. The girls asked again to just have a look, but Cynthia rejects them harshly, saying it’s better for Eva not to be disturbed, slamming the door at their face.

Behind the door, Cynaith reverted back to her symbiote form. It’s a hassle, but she needed to avoid suspicion, at least for a few more days. Back in Eva’s bedroom, she tenderly caressed the nascent Queen, her changes proceeding well.

The white symbiote clung like a second skin over Eva, the most dramatic changes a flash of red at her lower regions. Her long legs had since fused together, and now writhed about as a mass of blood red tentacles, encased in a white, slime dress. The bones were broken into pieces, reforming into smaller spikes to suit the flexible appendage.

Brief flashes of red crept up her torso and chest, their luminance a signal of symbiote flesh successfully taking over the human ones. In Eva’s mind, these changes flared up in brief moments of pain, but in her dream-addled state, it was all due her poison sickness. Having Cynthia taking care of her also puts her at ease, making the dream more believable.

Cynaith enjoyed these intimate moments tending to the new Queen, the dream of the planet’s conquest renewed again, burrowing her past failure with Tylix. Her reverie was broken by an incessant knocking on the front door, making her realized that several hours had already passed.

Cynaith begrudgingly took her human form again to answer the door. This time it was John, Eva’s boyfriend, carrying a sachet of medicine. John was insistent on seeing Eva, having heard of her sickness from the girls at the church. Cynaith only listened half-heartedly to John’s plea to see Eva as she considered her options.

John was much more insistent than the girls, saying he would do anything for Eva. “Anything, you say?”, Eva’s sister suddenly perked up at those words. “Alright, you can come in…”

Artist’s Note:

Poor John. I wonder what Cynaith have in mind for him.