At the end of the day there was softness in the air, a monumental comfort in knowing that around these parts was ever-present love. Fresh sanguine blood dripped down its hands. The warmth of an open body was a consistent pleasure to the construct. What looked like a mass of surgically peeled meat was originally a deer, carefully deconstructed for assimilation. In one of its many hands it assimilated its brain and loved the simplicity of its mind.
The natural cycle of life and death was simple in forest lands away from civilization. The necromized construct had gazed into the sunrays that escaped through the forests leaves. Taking a moment to pause in the movement of river winds. Sound tickling. There was this vast sensation in its bones when it had realized the spectacle of modern civilization, hardly older than itself.
The titillating progression of this society might've been a bore but the advancement from caveman to massive iron kingdoms in quick succession brought it some eagerness. The virus-ridden construct took it in, the social networks at work connecting every town and kingdom together, an addictive economy of constant demand and unrest.
What most people would excuse as a repetitive curse of everyday labor, the construct saw it as a puzzle to solve. It wanted to understand this world's needs and how to make it more simplistic like the deer it just hunted. The necromorph was only a few days old, however in that time it had already absorbed the ability to comprehend language. It learned that language is understandably complex but there was an unnecessarily manipulative evil that wasn't present in animals.
It carried five decapitated undying heads, plagued with necromantic energy. Their eyes glared in unison, a compulsive craving, some would say an inappropriate appetite, purging even, for accumulating biomass. In the many arms of several lengths it had carried the heads of farmers. Pue Amberbrand and her father Karvor Amberbrand, absorbing their bodies, consciousness and intellect. For the past few days the construct had a longful itch that forest creatures couldn't scratch. Unlike the animals of the forest it had found a conscious purpose in this world, a primal one. A purpose that was driven by the understanding of true love and peace that only single-minded creatures had. That it wanted to share that peace with the civilizations around and the only way of doing that was assimilation of body and soul.
Within the next few days of birth it had confronted traveling merchants on the roads. The word would go around that a demonic beast was spotted in the roads, screaming at them. Some of them would go missing without a trail but the ones who fled and escaped had only described the monster as hundreds of limbs carrying cow heads.
The swarming construct waited patiently for the next wanderer before revealing itself. Covered in the shadows of trees and behind the green of bushes. Besides the monstrous and shapeless appearance it was now carrying religious doctrines in many hands. Garbing its arms in red silks and handling stolen weapons, praising them high in worship of itself. "SALVATION. CONVERT TO US." An angelic voice coming from the decapitated head of a girl, resting in a palm that centered their view.
