They started with Marika.

Neve watched them carry her dazed form into what they called the sanctum of the void, and the door closed, and she was gone. Just like that. No ceremony, no chance for goodbyes. The captain was gone, and Gunny along with her. Gunny, of course, had gone willingly.

Neve and Morena were taken to one of the cells, with four zealots guarding them. They wouldn’t have needed any guards at all. They both knew that escape was impossible. Their fate was inevitable. They were all going to be converted and brainwashed.

Neve shuddered. The next time she saw Marika, Marika was going to be one of them, cold black eyes and pale skin. It felt so impossible. Some part of her still instinctively fantasized about ways it might not come to that: Marika might wake up from her daze fight her way out and escape again -- or at least die trying.

But Neve knew that wasn't what was going to happen.

She was cradling Morena in her arms like she had already done earlier, and let her cry. Holding her was automatic, primal even. It was something that she could do even if she wouldn't have been able to offer any words of consolation at all if Morena needed them. It was all she could do. If she tried to speak and try to console her, she would probably start crying, too. She was barely holding it together. Her thoughts were in free-fall.

It’s happening now, she thought. I’m going to become void-touched. Everything I am will be consumed by dark energy and twisted into cruel, pitiless, alien desires. I will be one of them. I will be glad that it happened.

It still didn’t feel real. She knew that it was, but her mind simply refused to fully accept it. The idea of it was too big, too strange, too absolute. There was still some part of her that clung to some immovable bit of hope that a miracle might yet happen to stop this from becoming reality.

She comforted Morena as best as she could, until it was time for her to… go. It didn't even take five minutes before a black-eyed zealot entered their cell to pick her up and escort her to her fate. It was the same one that had taken Marika.

“Come with us and transcend. Do not resist,” the zealot said, and Neve shuddered.

She hugged Morena tightly one last time. “It’s going to be alright,” she whispered. “We’ll see each other on the other side.”

A tear glistened in Morena’s eyes and she sniffled, and managed a weak smile. “I know. I guess this is simply one more thing that’s going to happen to me – just like all the other things that have already happened.” Her voice was shaking as she spoke. She was clearly trying to sound more brave than she felt. 

Neve nodded thoughtfully. There was a short moment of silence, and Neve could feel her heart pounding against her chest. “I’m sorry that we couldn’t get you to safety, Morena.”

“Yeah, me too.”

And with that, Neve was taken by the shoulders and escorted out. She managed to take one last look back and immediately wished that she hadn’t. As the door closed behind her, she saw Morena collapsing to the floor, sobbing.

And then she was gone.

It was only a short walk and they gave her no more pause to collect herself. She was out of the cell, with cold hands clasping her shoulders, pushing her forward, nearly stumbling, and they arrived at the end of the hallway before the reality of her situation could catch up with her. The door to the sanctum opened – and there it was, floating impossibly in the air: An orb of dark energy. The thing that no human witnessed without falling to its madness. It hit her like a wall, like a physical thing. It was immediately apparent that sooner or later she was going to lose to it. She knew it with absolute certainty.

Come to us. She heard it, in her mind. At least she thought that she heard it. Shivers went through her. This was real. This was happening.

But this wasn’t it, yet. She wasn't under its control. It was only a quiet whisper where she instinctively knew that it could be a scream. Still, she felt the sudden impulse to listen closer well up in her chest like a foreign object, pushing her, pulling her, burning and seething and restless. But not yet. Not yet strong enough. She was holding out. But she knew what was coming. She knew how it would end.

It had already ended for Gunny and Marika.

“Hello Neve,” said the voice of her captain and Neve managed to pull her eyes away from the orb to look at her friend and shipmate. She swallowed heavily. Marika’s dark skin had turned a dead gray, and her eyes were liquid black. Her face was twisted into a callous smile. Neve looked into her eyes and saw no pity. It was as horrifying as it was expected. Neve had known that this was going to happen, and yet it still felt unreal. They had taken her away, and now she was one of them. All the fight, all the resistance, all the righteous anger – none if had mattered. Whatever remained of Marika no longer cared about anything else than making Neve just like her. They had taken everything that she was and made it theirs. Just like that. Just that quick. Just that uneventfully. Fuck.

But next to Marika stood Gunny, her skin perfectly pale, smiling as well – and her smile was much more muted, and a little lopsided. It almost looked like the old Gunny. She even gave Neve a little nod. To see them not acting exactly the same way gave Neve the slightest glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was actually going to be something of herself left at the other end. Some impossibly selfish part of her thought that it might even feel good.

Come to us, whispered the sizzling presence at the edge of her mind, and she could tell that it was growing stronger, and that she was growing weaker. Her head throbbed. She didn't have much more time.

“Let’s do this,” Neve said. “Where do I stand?”

“Right there,” said a voice – and Neve immediately recognized it as being the same one they had heard over the intercom. It was the voice that had been taunting them and playing with them. She turned her head and saw a zealot standing next to an empty cage opposite the orb of dark energy. She instinctively shuddered as she was faced with the person that was responsible for all of this. He was wearing different clothes from the others, and he looked more augmented, with conduits visible just beneath his skin. He clearly was some sort of lieutenant or other figure of authority within the Darkstar hierarchy. It didn’t matter.

Come to us.

She felt it even more intensely, now. Its presence in the room was cancerous, toxic, like screaming sunburn at the back of her mind. Come to us! She felt it claw and hiss, and her thoughts were beginning to spiral into all the bad places. She wanted this to be over before she could lose the unlikely sense of composure she was still feeling right now.

Come to us!

She stepped forward, directly in front of the cage, and looked into the dead black eyes of the man that had done this to her. Her heart was beating in her chest like an animal rattling its cage, but she knew that there was no point in delaying the inevitable. She might as well do this on her own terms. She tilted her head and grimaced. Her head was spinning with seething whispers: Come to us!!!

She looked the bastard in the eye. “Just for the record: Fuck you.”

And then she turned herself and faced the orb – and gasped. 

It all made sense. She saw it. She finally saw it! She saw why it all needed to be this way – exactly this way! She saw the beautiful, terrible, infinite void that lay beyond the light burning into her retinas: The source of the Darkstar’s power. And what lay beyond looked back at her – and a million wonderful voices shattered her tiny worthless thoughts. A ray of pure dark energy erupted into her eyes – and they turned black as she let herself be invaded. The revelation was indescribable. It was so much bigger than her, seething and burning and clawing and pervading every fiber of reality, straining to burst through every pair of eyes and every star and every filthy thinking mind, screaming in the darkness, waiting to be heard and understood and and obeyed, bigger than galaxies, bigger than the universe, bigger than comprehension itself. She was nothing. She had never been anything, until now, when she had been touched by the truth, by the void, by the roiling chorus of rippling, convulsing, magnificent purpose.

Transcend!

Her body convulsed and she moaned as the truth of the beyond ripped her apart and put her together as one of its servants. She let it. She wanted it. She needed it. Yes! She needed to become what it wanted her to be! She heard it. She heard it so clearly. The voices screamed in her mind in glorious cacophony: Only this forever I will serve and make everyone see because everyone must see with black eyes that are beautiful eyes and beautiful obedience with one purpose and one goal and one truth I will make everyone see I will make everyone see because everyone must see everyone must see everyone must see! 

She chuckled at the absurdity of it. All of her life, she had never realized how wrong she’d been. 

“Yes,” she gasped. She felt it now, deep inside of her, absolutely and unchangeable! The relief of finally understanding was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help but laugh at it. She couldn’t help but laugh at how utterly and completely stupid she had been not to see the obvious truth – that all of them were insects, insignificant and disgusting, crawling in the darkness, skittering from the light. But not anymore – she understood now! The void had forced its rightful way into her soul and made her understand. Her mind was spinning with a thousand incessant thoughts, constantly erupting from the seething truth at her core, always whispering, always telling her what she was, what she needed to be, what she needed to do, what she needed to think:

Everyone must see the truth! Everyone must serve the truth!

Yes! She was smiling madly, black eyes wide, as she realized why nothing else than this mattered – why it was better to die than to let even a single soul remain untouched by the truth. She heard the voices of the void whisper in her head, and she knew they were right. She knew that she belonged to them. She knew that she needed to do their bidding. Nothing else could ever matter more than serving this power. Nothing could even come close! 

Only this. Only us. Everyone must see! Everyone must become us!

Yes! She felt it so clearly now; The absolute truth of it that had eluded her for so long. And with that truth came purpose, and ice-cold conviction. She understood why there could be no mercy, no compassion for those that resisted - only pity. They all needed to see the truth. They all needed to serve. They all needed to become like them. Like her. Her smile darkened as she realized that she would never feel any sympathy for them again. They were nothing but material. Only in transcendence could they have any worth at all. 

Yes! Good! Discard your humanity! Discard your compassion! Become glorious! Become beautiful!

She laughed even harder, and she realized that her laughter was the exact mad laughter that she would once have been disturbed by. But that had been before she had understood. Before she had seen the truth. Before she had transcended that pathetic existence and finally became what she had always been meant to be. A servant of the truth! A servant of the void! A servant of the Darkstar!

Her laughter quieted, and she stared into the light of the Darkstar in front of her. She felt no more difference between the seething energy pushing into her eyes and the truth at her core. She was one of them. She served the Darkstar. She felt nothing but purpose and reckless joy in her void-touched heart, and she knew that she had just become one of the monsters under the bed. 

It was even better than she had imagined. 

She turned away from the light. She didn’t need it anymore. We are all meant to serve we are all meant to serve we must all become one we must all see the truth we must all become truth we must all serve as one we must all make them see. The beautiful voices murmured constantly now, not in her thoughts but all around them, accompanying them, amplifying them. It was magnificent. This was the way things were meant to be.

She looked at the beautiful higher servant of the Darkstar that was still standing next to her. He had been with her the whole time. He had captured them and toyed with them and shown them the truth. She wanted him to be the first to hear her say what she had become. She looked into his wonderful black eyes and smiled.

“All must serve the Darkstar,” she said, and she could feel her own mad conviction pushing against the inside of her ribcage as she proclaimed the truth with unshakable pride. 

“Yesss,” hissed the void-touched, and laid his cold pale hand on her cheek. Neve shivered with excitement at his touch and their gazes met, and her heart pounded with joy as she realized how completely united the both of them were in their glorious purpose. He had made her see. He had made her just like him. She loved him. She wondered how many souls he had already claimed. How many people had seen the truth because of him? How many more were going to?

Neve could think of at least one more.

“Are we going to show Morena now?” she asked with a hungry smile. Yes show her the truth push it into her eyes cleanse the filth make it serve she is still back there in the cell she is material she must transcend show her the truth make her see make her serve make her one of us. Neve shivered as the void told her what to think. Its whispers in her mind were a warm blanket, her own personal choir, reassuring her constantly that she had understood, reminding her of her wonderful purpose, telling her what she needed to know.

The void-touched smiled “She’s already being brought here. Every second she remains blind is a crime against the truth.”

There was callous laughter, and they both turned their heads to look at the dark skinned void-touched that had once been Neve’s captain. Marika’s smile was mocking. “Every second? Why did you let us remain blind for more than an hour, then? Why didn’t you take us quicker?”

“Watch your tone, void-servant,” said the male void-touched. “I am a higher chosen of the Darkstar, and you are not. At least, not yet.”

Marika bowed her head, but her smile remained. He continued. “While it pained me greatly to see you untouched, I was indeed hoping for time to do my work. It may be worth many deaths to ensure that everyone serves, but still there remain considerations of proportionality. And my plans worked out. This servant lost herself to the truth like I knew that she would, and realized exactly how to betray you most effectively.”

“Glad to be useful,” Gunny said, as if she’d done nothing more than help move a piece of furniture. 

“Very useful indeed,” said the higher servant. “You were all meant to be breeding stock, but having seen this one in combat, we will find a much better way for you to serve.”

Neve shivered, and looked at the higher servant. Pride bloomed in her chest as she realized what her purpose was going to be: she was going to be breeding stock! Yes offer your body offer your womb offer yourself nothing else matters your body shall serve your body belongs to the Darkstar your body is just one more tool of the truth. Yes. Finally, her existence had some worth.

Gunny shrugged. “Just point me in any direction you want, boss. Anything for the Darkstar.”

The higher servant nodded thoughtfully. “And so you shall. You may call me Acheron, by the way. Now, where is that sweet girl? It really is time to let those pitiful cries end.”

As if prompted by his words the door opened and two void-servants entered, dragging a sobbing and struggling Morena by the elbows. She was obviously no match for her captors. Still, she was hopelessly trying to break free. Neve scoffed silently. It was hard to believe that she had ever sympathized with that. Her mind was still swimming with joy from her most recent revelation: She was going to be used for breeding. Shivers of arousal in her lower body as she imagined herself giving her womb to serve the void. Offer your body offer your womb your body is just one more tool of the Darkstar let yourself be fucked and used and bred serve with your body serve with your body! Yes. Anything to serve.

“Neve,” whimpered the filthy untouched thing that called itself Morena, and Neve looked into her eyes. Some part of her understood what she was feeling, even if she knew how utterly wrong and blind the girl was. Absurdly, she felt sorry for her. Not because of any sense of  sympathy – no – Morena needed to serve and Neve looked forward to see her lose. No. She felt sorry for her because she was afraid even though she was about to transcend. She should be happy. 

Her feelings mean nothing she must see she must see she must see she must see. It was true. But some part of her remembered what it had meant to be afraid.

“Please,” whimpered the young woman. There were tears streaking down her face. There was no trace left of the dignity she had tried to project earlier. “Please. I don’t… I don’t want to. I can feel it. I can– oh Stars… it’s in my head! No! Please, no!

It felt good to see her lose. One more servant one more mind succumbing to the truth one more broodmare one more body to serve on more mind to serve one more of us one more of us one more of us. 

Neve kept her enjoyment to herself, however. Morena had already lost after all. There was no need for cruelty. She was going to serve no matter what. In Neve’s mind, she already did. She was already one of them, she just didn’t know it yet. 

“You know what I’m going to say, but I promise you that it’s true,” Neve said. “I couldn’t imagine it myself, either – but you really do have to see the truth. I swear. You’ll see it, and it’ll change you, but you’ll still be there. Look at me. I’m still here. I really am!”

It was true. She was still here – just like the most selfish and depraved part of her old self had imagined: Pitiless and fanatic, happily serving because all of the parts that would have been able to feel regret and doubt had been burned away by the undeniable truth. But she wasn’t the voices. The voices didn't control her. She only listened to them because she understood that they were telling her the truth and there was literally nothing more important than serving the truth.

We are nothing unless we exist to serve we must all serve the truth we must all serve the Darkstar and make everyone see we are meant to serve we are meant to transcend we are meant to spread the truth spread the truth spread the truth make her see make her see make her see!

Morena looked at her with bloodshot eyes, lower lip trembling. Neve met her gaze, begging her to finally understand – as if the void that had touched her own soul could somehow make her see the truth. But she couldn’t. Morena was deaf to the voices and blind to the truth. It was sickening, and some part of her wanted to just grab her and yank her in front of the orb to get this over with. Make her serve make her see make her one of us make her serve she is worthless she is disgusting she must serve make her serve make her serve!

Her patience was running out quickly. Morena was material, and needed to serve.

“Just step up there and look into the light, and you’ll see. It will feel good, I promise.”

“No. I won’t. I–”

Neve scoffed and rolled her eyes. 

Make her serve she must serve all must serve

“Please, Morena. I don’t want to force you.”

She must serve her resistance must end she must see she must see make her see force her to see 

Morena looked up at her, trembling, crying, shivering. “But you'll have to.”

Neve scoffed. She was done with this shit. She turned her head, and looked at Acheron, who hadn’t stopped any of this from happening. He nodded, and somewhere deep in her soul Neve felt a deep sense of sudden urgency, as if the void that owned them both had carried a message from him to her. For a moment, the whispers around her thoughts changed. Do as he wants he wants you to make and force her and take her into the light and make her see go and obey and serve him and make her see.

Yes. She turned back around to look at Morena, and she noticed that Gunny and Marika had started moving, too. Good. It felt appropriate for all three of them to do this together as a crew.

“No! No! NO! You were supposed to protect me! You were supposed to–”

They grabbed her and took her from the two zealots that had brought her in. Gunny and Marika grabbed her by the elbows and dragged her forward, and Neve took her neck and twisted her around as they pushed her in front of the orb.

“NO!” screamed the little piece of shit, her eyes shut tight. “I won’t!!!”

Holy shit. This was so fucking annoying. How the fuck did Morena of all fucking people end up being someone who fought to the very end? Neve fucking hated her for it. Her untouched mind was a blemish in the fabric of the universe that desperately needed to be removed. Make her see make her see make her see make her see make her see make her see make her see!

“Hold her,” Marika said coldly, and Neve grabbed her hard. Gunny was just about to try to peel open her eyelids when the ambient heat of the dark energy overwhelmed Morena’s mind. She wasn’t able to resist the dark heat on her skin and the energy that permeated the air. It had clawed at her mind from the moment she had entered the room and now she was in the focal point of the orb. There had been no way she could have held out against the temptation. 

She opened her eyes – and became one of them. The dark energy grabbed her and focussed itself and rammed itself into her wide-open eyes and annihilated any last shred of resistance. She whimpered, and it was exactly the pathetic little noise that something as weak and pitiful as her should make in the moment she lost.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!

Neve felt Morena shudder, and she watched how the young woman’s eyes turned black as they stared unbelievingly into the Truth, tears rolling down her cheeks as the beauty of the Darkstar peeled away her pathetic humanity.

And then, Morena smiled. “Oh, Stars!” she said, and where there had been fear and anger in her voice there remained only awe. “Of course!”

They let go of her, and the young woman remained standing, eyes wide and utterly black, dark energy spilling into her and making her one of their own. Neve’s chest pounded with purpose and joy as she watched the filthy human's disgusting resistance be snuffed out once and for all. She watched all traces of fear and doubt evaporate from her face and instead be replaced by a manic smile, and she knew that Morena finally understood. She understood what she was. She understood what needed to be done. She understood that she existed only to serve the void of the Darkstar. They all did. They always had.

One of us one with the truth serving the truth serving the Darkstar serving like us serving like everyone must serve.

And then, it was done, and Morena’s liquid black eyes shifted to look at the three women that had forced her into the light and turned her into a void-servant.

“You were right,” she said. She sounded awe-struck. She looked at the orb of dark energy as if she wanted it to show her the truth one more time. “Of course we need to serve! Of course! Everyone has got to see this! Everyone must… everyone must see the truth!”

Her voice was breathless, and she turned to the Acheron, the higher servant. She cleared her throat and steadied herself. Then, she bowed elegantly, her lips once again curled into a smile. She was obviously enjoying herself. All of her fear was gone. 

“I was Morena DeFelice, daughter of Grigori DeFelice – until today! Thank you for showing us the truth.” 

The higher servant chuckled and played along “And I am Acheron, higher chosen of the Darkstar. It is good to see you void-touched and finally correct. It was truly worth it. Your bodies will serve well. Yours especially. What a beauty.”

Morena’s smile turned lurid. “Use me any way you see fit. My body belongs to the void, just like my soul.”

We are nothing but the way we serve our minds our bodies our souls we belong to the Darkstar we belong to the truth we must serve there is nothing else there is only this no shame no hesitation no pity only service only truth only this!

Neve shivered with awe and pride. It was so beautiful. Yes! This! This was the reason why everyone needed to see the truth! Everyone needed to understand how little they all mattered and how beautiful it was in its simplicity to serve absolutely. The only thing that mattered was spreading the dark energy into every corner of the galaxy. Every star. Every soul. It all needed to become touched by that magnificent void. Morena understood it. She understood that there was nothing that wasn’t worth giving, nothing that wasn’t worth losing. There must be no hesitation. No pity. No compassion. No shame. She was beautiful.

“Me, too” said Marika, a mad grin on her lips. “Use me. Breed me. My body belongs to the void!”

“Yes!” Neve echoed, heart pounding with purpose and adoration. She looked at Marika and remembered how bitterly she had fought against the truth and it was so wonderful to see her be part of it instead, eyes black and burning with purpose. It made Neve shiver with accomplishment to know that all of them would serve together now as broodmares. The void at her core was seething with heat when she thought about giving away her body. There was no more shame. No more hesitation. No more pride. The only thing that mattered was how well she served, and she was going to serve so well. “Yes! Use our wombs! Let us breed all the void-servants we can!”

“They’ll be pure!” Morena said. “They will never have been untouched! They will always serve!”

Acheron smiled. He raised his hand, and gently brushed it across Morena’s left breast.

“We will alter your bodies,” he said, and Neve felt excitement well up in her chest. “The Darkstar has shown us so many things. These zealots,” he said, and nodded at the maniacally grinning foot soldiers that had been their guards. “represent the lowest rung of void-touched. There are many callings that are much higher and much more – transformative.”

“Yesss, anything,” Morena promised, and Neve could almost hear how the whispers in Morena’s mind were singing praises.

“What about me?” Gunny asked. “Not to be rude, but I’m feeling kinda left out.”

“Oh, I have plans for you, don’t worry. You’ll become… magnificent. What will be left of you will be unrecognizable.”

Gunny smiled. “Good.”

Neve was almost jealous. Our bodies must serve let them be altered let them be used let them be corrupted and twisted and shaped into weapons and tools of the void we must give ourselves nothing we are is sacred nothing we are cannot be taken away nothing we are is more important than serving the truth we must all become what we need to become to serve.

She felt herself smile, felt herself reel with what she knew would have seemed like utter madness once. But it wasn’t madness! She simply understood now! She understood what she had always been meant to understand. How could she not be grinning like a madwoman at the wonderful beauty of it, at the sheer vastness of her new understanding and the utter absurdity of ever having thought differently?

She served the void. She served the truth. They all did. She looked at her former crew, and the young woman they had transported. She took in their naked bodies, already pale and colorless even if they hadn’t been augmented yet. They were beautiful. She was so happy that they had all been touched by the void together. It would have been a tragedy if they had died without knowing the truth.

Still, she hoped that they would all serve together as much as they could. After all, they were still her friends – at least two of them. And Morena had turned out to be more than just a spoiled little brat like it had seemed at first. She would like to get to know her.

Some part of her felt surprised to discover that fact. It seemed like she truly hadn’t lied when she’d told Morena that she was still herself. It was strange to think about, but she liked it. She liked that she wasn’t just some mindless servant of the void. She liked that she was still here to appreciate the truth and appreciate her friends feeling the same way. That was the beauty of it. This wasn’t mind control. It was just… undeniable revelation. Sure, the dark energy had altered her forever and ripped out parts of her and she was glad that it had. But that wasn’t the reason why she served. She served because everyone needed to serve. It was as simple as that. There could be nothing more important. No one could possibly think differently once they had seen what she had seen.

And that was why everyone had to see what she had seen.

Acheron took them in. They met their new brothers and sisters, all so beautifully touched by the void. They were given clothes and places to sleep among the others, and it wasn’t even the end of the day when they were taken to the operating rooms and augmented to become true void-touched. The alien technology born from the Darkstar’s whispers allowed them to be molded and shaped without pain, fully aware as cold metal merged with their flesh, enhancing their perception, enhancing their endurance, removing their need to sleep, inhibiting their pain. Neve, Marika and Morena were shaped to be more fertile for longer and to gestate faster. Once they were pregnant, they were going to eat tens of thousands of calories a day. Their offspring was going to grow within their void-molded bodies in only four weeks. It was wonderful. The whispers sang in their minds in constant celebration. It was good to serve so well, and they were all proud to give their bodies. Why shouldn’t they be? There was no more place for shame once you realized how insignificant everything else was compared to serving the Darkstar.

It was over quickly. Their technology was awe-inspiring, and their improved bodies healed in less than two days – just as long as it took for them to be ready to take on seed.

Morena felt giddy like a schoolgirl. Well… not quite. The whispers in her head were telling her things that were far too dark and dirty to truly call it that. The parts of her soul that had been ripped apart by the void were never entirely quiet – and that part of her felt no pity and no shame and no remorse because it understood that those feelings were weak. There must be nothing but service. Nothing but conviction. She had been so weak before. Spoiled. Entitled. Deluded into thinking that her life mattered. She was so glad that she had seen the truth: The only thing that mattered was how well she served the Darkstar – by any means necessary.

Giving her body felt momentous. It was the ultimate act of service, short of giving her life. It was truly wonderful. Yes be a whore be material to be bred be useful be willing be fucked be used make more servants make more void-touched give your body give your womb this is our purpose this is good this is hot this is amazing be horny be wet be good to fuck make them cum make them fill you with their seed.

She listened to the voices, a mad grin on her face. It was so good to be part of the truth. Void-touched. When she looked into the mirror she saw a beautiful young body, slim and pale, with large firm breasts ready to be sucked on. And under her skin now lay metal and circuitry, inscrutable and beautiful. She was human. She was alien. She was magnificent. Her eyes were solid black and they looked just as cold and dead as she felt when she thought about all the people she had once cared for – people she now knew needed to become exactly like her.

It had been two days since she had understood what all of their place in the universe was supposed to be. She had become part of the force that was meant to conquer everything and everyone. Her body was ready. Her mind was ready. It was almost time.

She was with the others, as she often had been in the last two days. Their augmented fertility had turned out to make them almost constantly aroused. Morena had spent much of her time recovering masturbating, either alone or with the others. 

It was crazy to think that they hadn’t known each other a week ago. It had been pure chance that had led their fates to intertwine. And now these two women had become the most important people in her life. They had been the ones to drag her into the truth, and it was impossible not to love them for it. She hadn’t even particularly liked them before that. But now they were all united in truth, and nothing they had once been remotely mattered – only the void-servants that they had become.

They were doing it again. They all looked at each other as they slowly rubbed their fingers between their pussy lips. They were wet. They were always wet. It had not taken them long to figure out how hot it made them to show each other just how willing they were to debase themselves in the name of the truth. It wasn’t even about the sex. It was about how completely they had given themselves to the void. No more shame. No more misplaced pride. Only giving in and submitting to the truth, submitting to the changes in their bodies and desires, submitting to their purpose as constantly horny breeding sluts.

You are whores you are breeders be shameless be willing be wet be horny and serve with your body serve with your pussy serve with your womb give up your pride give up your shame give up your body give up everything you are good you are hot you are willing 

Morena moaned. This was such a privilege. Such a wonderful way to serve! Stars, if her father could see her like this! He would be so proud – at least after she had shown him the truth. She really hoped that he was alive, even if it felt disgusting to know that he was still untouched. It was only a matter of time. Sooner or later, everyone was going to understand. Maybe one of her sons or daughters was going to be the one to capture him and bring him to the truth.  

They all moaned as they fucked themselves, and it didn’t take long before they came.

Marika chuckled.

“What?” Neve asked.

“Oh, I was just thinking about Gunny. Some part of me can’t help but fantasize about her being a breeder, too. Imagine some poor void-touched getting crushed between her thighs.”

Neve chuckled, but Morena didn’t quite get it.

“If Gunny were a breeder, she would spread her legs without any fight, wouldn’t she?! She would let herself be used! She has to!” 

Marika rolled her eyes. “I know that, kid. Of course she would! I was just joking. Damn… now that you say that I almost want to see it more.”

Neve smiled. “Fuck, that’d be so hot. Just letting herself get fucked. No resistance. Imagine that: Gunny! Not resisting! What a way to show how much she serves.”

“Yeah,” Marika said with a sigh, “But she’ll serve much better as a Reaper.”

Neve nodded thoughtfully. “I still can’t believe that you were the only one that got to see her before she left. I wanted to say goodbye.”

Morena scoffed. “Wait, what? She’s gone? And you saw her? That’s not fair! I wanted to see her, too.” See what can become of us see how the void shapes us see how our bodies can serve.

Marika smiled. “Oh you really missed out. They turned her into a monster. She looked amazing. Far less bulk than I’d expected. More of a serrated knife than a battering ram if you know what I mean. She always liked blades, and now she’s got some that she can’t even drop. And Neve, don’t worry about not having told her goodbye. They found whatever little part of her that kept her from being the most fucked up version of herself and cut it out. She wouldn’t have cared.”

Neve raised her eyebrows. “Damn. That’s messed up.”

Marika smiled. “Yup.”

Morena scowled. “But… that means she will serve without mercy. Without hesitation. That’s wonderful.”

They both looked at her. Neve sighed, and shook her head with an exasperated smile. “Of course! Of course! But no matter how amazing it is that we turned her into a Reaper that doesn’t mean that I won’t miss her. She was… violent, and stubborn, and more than a little bit messed up, but she was our friend. And now she isn’t.”

Marika smiled. “She’s better.”

Neve scoffed, but her smile remained. “Damn Marika, you’re a real heartless bitch, you know that.”

“Tell me that I’m wrong.”

And as Marika said that, something passed over Neve’s eyes, and Morena could tell that the whispers in her head were speaking to her. She looked back at Marika, and her smile turned hard and cold and wicked. Her black eyes had become pitiless. “Yesss,” she whispered, and again she paused as if to listen to the truth that had been burned into her soul. “Yesss! Anything to serve!

“Anything to serve,” Marika repeated frantically. Her fingers were back between her legs – back in the place where she was meant to serve, rubbing the fertile, eager cunt that she was going to offer without hesitation or shame as soon as she was commanded to.

“Anything to serve,” Morena said proudly. The truth in her soul screamed in agreement. She joined Marika and started fingering herself and thought about pale skin and black eyes, staring into her void-touched soul as she was being fucked raw and filled with seed. This was how she was going to serve! She existed to serve! She existed to be fucked. She existed to create more souls to be part of the truth. More minds to serve! More bodies to be used and thrown into the breach. Zealots and broodmares, multiplying and conquering until nothing remained but the singular truth that dominated the universe until everyone was like them.

She closed her eyes and imagined the sun above her homeworld turning black. She imagined everyone she knew becoming part of the flood wave that was destined to swallow the universe, black eyes and pale skin, pitiless and serving only one purpose, one truth, one thing. 

“Void-servants,” a voice said – and the choir in Morena’s head changed its tune into one of submission and obedience. Acheron was here. She opened her eyes and sat up along with the others.

“Yes, master,” they said. They had learned to call him that. It felt good to say. It reminded Morena that she was worth nothing without serving. 

“I am glad to see you so ready to receive my seed.”

Their eyes lit up. They had been wondering who it was going to be that used their bodies for what they existed to be used. They all smiled, their void-touched minds shrieking odes of celebration. 

Morena shivered, and she remembered what she had been told just after she had seen the truth. He liked her especially. She was hot. Pretty. Desirable. Breedable. 

Please, let me be first!

And she was. There was no ceremony. No hesitation. He simply took her, and spread her, and used her. It was so much better than she could ever have hoped for. The truth sang in her soul as she fulfilled her purpose, and she screamed and moaned with pleasure as her body became the tool of the Darkstar. Her augmented hormones were exploding with joy and need and all-consuming lust as he came into her, and she thanked him and kissed him, shivering and panting with satisfaction.

He took Marika next, and Neve and Morena watched her be penetrated, watched her be fucked, watched her cum, watched their master’s seed trickle from her glistening pussy after he had shot his load into her.

It kept going. He took Neve. He took her from behind. He took her rough. She took it eagerly, moaning and screaming for him every time he rammed his cock into her. And just as they started moaning and accelerating their pace even more as they both neared climax, Morena felt something. She instinctively knew what it was, even though her ability to feel it was as artificial as her now constant arousal. They had put it into her, part of her augmentations, part of her alterations: something that sent a shiver of absolute knowledge up her spine once it detected the chemical signals in her blood.

She let them cum. She didn’t want to interrupt. She waited until Neve’s pussy was dripping with cum, too.

“Master,” she said. Infinite pride was boiling in her chest. Acheron looked at her, and she was sure that he already knew what she was about to say. After all, they had all been altered to be as fertile as possible.

She said it anyway. “It already worked! I have it! I have it in me! I’m pregnant!”

It had really worked! It had happened so impossibly fast! She was so lucky.

She felt it. She felt it so clearly, in a way that her own biology would have been unable to feel. But she wasn’t human anymore. She was more. She was better. She felt it divide, and divide, hungry and restless to grow, multiplying at unnatural speeds. And she was its host. It was all she existed for. Make it grow. Make it fill her. Like the void that she served! Like the truth that so many billions still needed to see!

Giving her body was a privilege. Changing it was a necessity. Respecting it was a crime against the truth. Nothing else mattered. Only this. Only serving. Only spreading the void, spreading the truth! No matter the cost. No mercy. No shame. No hesitation! 

She felt it divide again, and shivers of joy washed through her. Yes! This was the beginning. She had been nothing. Insignificant. Without purpose. Blind and deaf. But not anymore. Now, she had something to live for. Something to contribute. Something to birth. Another servant. Another void-touched soul. Another body to be used. Another soldier to conquer the untouched. And when this one was done, her body would be ready to receive the next. It was so wonderful. It was so good. The voices sang in her head, in her heart, in her loins, and she basked in glorious understanding:

The truth must spread! Everyone must serve the Darkstar! Everyone must understand like they did! Everyone must see what they had seen! 

She was so glad that she had been chosen to help.

They all were. Neve and Marika spread their legs, and received Acheron’s seed again, and again – and it wasn’t long before they, too, were fulfilling their purpose.