Talk:Archive:The Devouring Maw - Mother's Domain/@comment-3560733-20150525040438/@comment-3560733-20150626012757

The group slowly descended a staircase that crept down the throat of the Maw. Crackling and a soft laughter could be heard as they reached further and further down. "So, you really are coming to see me?" Mother giggled, "How nice of you, I really do love guests." When the group finally reached the base of the Maw, the walls were lined with deformed monstrosities that were bowing toward the center of the room. In the center, a silver haired woman with a black dress, that seemed to be made of the bubbling liquid that oozed from the Archetypes, sat on a bed of ice and stared at them. "Ah, you're finally here," she opened her mouth and sang forth, "Look everyone, our guests made it to the party." The heads and faces of all the the Archetypes instantly shifted toward the group in unison. A soft growl emanated from the room as they bore teeth and fangs alike. "Now, I can only assume you all are here to kill me," Mother added as she sad forward toward them, "Unfortunately, I don't think you'll be getting that wish. My time ends soon enough sadly."