Immediately, Archie is set upon by a monstrous demonic entity – that enters his mouth in a rush of wind and dust.
Unable to breath, Archie feels it callously choking the life out of him, as it rends the fabric of his soul from within with razor sharp talons. It then stretches Archie’s psyche around itself, wearing Archie’s very being like a skin – and Archie’s mind can do nothing but yield to the overpowering will.
What was Archie loses itself in the euphoria of numbness across the horizon of oblivion.
To those looking on, they see Archie abruptly wrack back violently and then twist nearly 180 degrees at the waist – bones snapping audibly – though Archie cannot scream.
As they watch in horror, Archie’s body swells, convulses, and elongates in undulating madness – arms morphing into spur-studded tentacles; one hand fashioning itself in a cruel mockery of a blade; while his legs turn almost lycanthropic in appearance.
Archie’s head also balloons up – and the flesh melts together like soft dough to lose all definition. His face and hair are now gone – leaving only a tight round bulge between the shoulders.
Aghast, witnesses to this transformation then hear skin ripping open and watch as a wide slit opens across that shoulder bulge – while simultaneously, the thing threatens to split in-two from the groin to the chest.
The horrific changes complete – it opens the slit in its ‘head’ revealing a single large eyeball – with another set of eyes where the nipples would be. Then comes the ‘smile’ – as the slit up the torso parts into an impossibly sharp toothy maw!
What was once Archie, is now a 12 foot tall creature, ducking its ‘head’ under the ceiling beams.
Opening its ‘mouth’ with a heart stopping roar, it surveys the supplicants, looking for the sacrifice.
Seeing none obvious, it elects Earl, who has frozen in catatonic shock.
Roping the most unfortunate man in with its whip like tentacle, it pulls Earl into the gnashing teeth and messily eviscerates his entire head and upper body with massive grizzly wet chomps!
Then, finished sating its millennial-starved hunger, it moves to the crack in the bedrock and thunderously slams it with its blade-hand – collapsing a portion of the floor and revealing some sort of chamber below.
A moment later it jumps down into the opening and disappears.
Seeing all the blood left over from what was once Earl, Mildred rushes over and uncontrollably begins lapping up the gore. It tastes absolutely fantastic, causing her to experience a rapture-like rush.
Helen meanwhile, tells Mildred – “hurry up dear, the Master awaits us below. We must entertain him with music and sensual dance, before the first of his births into our own world.”
With that, she climbs into the hole after the avatar of her master – Y’Golonac the Defiler. . .
