[b][i]The Womb of the Night[/i][/b] — [i]Deep Space, 47 meters from the outer hull of the Bloodwrath[/i] [i]"Tiel... Do you feel its presence?" Tiel says he does, and what was present was delicious. "I salivate at the thought of it... Of its great aura entering my bosom..." He, the Great Glutton, drifts towards the hulking spacecraft, curled into a fetal position. He is within 30 meters of the Bloodwrath. Tiel asks if he is at least feeling filled. "Never am I filled, Tiel. My bosom is ever spanning, and one digested god leaves room for hundreds of kings to be so themselves." He, the Eater of Stars, slides his eyelids back to see the feast in front of him, coming into a dozen meters from the Bloodwrath. "Oh... Oh Tiel, it's a... A god of machines..." Tiel reminds him that he has never eaten a machine god before. "I know this." He, Consumer of the Night, begins to uncurl himself from his placenta of solitude as he comes within 5 meters of the Bloodwrath. He unsheathes his great utensil, Blackstar, which leaves ribbons of godblood and kingblood trailing behind it as it comes forth. "I smell blood, Tiel... So much of it... Never have I smelled so much blood on a machine..." Tiel says that all things fueled by blood are machines. He, Intruder to the Bloodwrath, begins laughing, and laughs as he strikes the hull of Bloodwrath with Blackstar at the velocity of a roaring comet, hundreds of thousands of times over within a minute, boring himself into the great spacecraft.[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]