"Bliss had spent the better part of ten Millennia since she had escaped her fecal form. Amassing armies, destroying her enemies, collecting power, and carving herself quite the legend. During that time she gave birth to powerful daughters, regained control of her province, Suma, and had become a God Whale helping the species grow and flourish as it had never done so before. It had been so long and she had accomplished so much with or without her say that so much of her life felt like dreams. This time however, it felt more like a nightmare. Her oppressor stood above her wretched excrement form and taunted her with words that pierced like daggers. Details of how Bliss was a failure at everything she did. The backfire of most of her spells, the failure to keep her daughter a pulsing fountain of filth, being defeated by Miscaii, existing and being content as a whale. It's words echoed inside Bliss' mind. Such power, such degradation, such wickedness could only be the work of one of the Dark Elders, though she couldn't make out which one. The magical entity promised that this time would be different, that it would not be as merciful as the Goddess Miscaii nor as unimaginative as other previous transformation. There would be no escape, there would be no salvation, there would be a life of endless suffering as he enchanted Bliss to immortality in her current pathetic form. "No one will save you now Bliss. WHy would they even want to? You have proven yourself to be the lowliest of life and such a form suits you. Farewell you pathetic pile of filth. The Dark Elders have deemed you unworthy of our gifts." The entity walked off into the distance and all Bliss, the little shit could do was watch in pure terror."