The Daily Life Of A Farmer And His Cosmic Entity

Lacus Virtutis looked around in darkness. This was unfamiliar territory to them. Normally the darkness was theirs, but this darkness felt different. They moved through the darkness, looking for some semblance of normalcy. As it looked, they eventually saw a light, Lacus moved towards it, determined to find what it led to. Then they would crush whomever brought them to this unknown location. As they got closer, it appeared to be a window. Looking out they saw what appeared to be strange creatures. It was then that he heard crying, The crying seemed to resonate throughout the dark space. Lacus looked around trying to locate the source. The crying then seemed to stop all of a sudden. When they looked back towards the strange window, they saw strange creatures looking down on him. It was then that they saw a red arm reaching out to hold the finger of the one looking down on them. Lacus Virtutis froze. They looked around the dark space and then to the window. They remembered this feeling. They knew what this feeling was. Lacus then felt himself and when the touch was solid it confirmed what they had feared. They were somehow imprisoned in this strange creature. Normally Lacus would choose the physical body when one was needed. This however was different, no matter how hard he tried, he could not take control. While they could access all of their cosmiac power, they were unable to be the one in control. It would appear that they were stuck within this creature, and could only hope that it would be beneficial. For now they would need to plan on what to do in the future, and how to make this individual do its bidding and become a ruler.

Lacus moved away from the window, looking around the darkness. For now, they would reshape this individual's mind. After all, the faster they learned to talk. The faster they could talk to this individual, and find out what it will take for them to rule over all life. Lacus took a seat in what they believed to be the center and began to concentrate. The darkness of the mind began to reshape, swirling around them. Once it was adequate enough, Lacus moved back to the window and took a seat. They watched and studied the individuals who held them. It would appear that these individuals were covered in fur. The individual seems to have just been born. This would prove much easier then. Lacus would not need to spend years teaching this individual to speak the language of the Gods, instead they could slowly implant it as they grew. Lacus would give it around five years before they could speak to them. Until then, they would wait and improve the mind of this individual.