Mavoch

--=Introduction=--

The end of the world is never pretty. Doubly so if you take it to mean of an entire universe. What would eventually become the core sentience of the entity now known as Mavoch, experienced this first-hand. She was a Daemon, an existence you might know from the Daemon of Desire, Abhilasha... and was aboard one of the /earlier/ refugee starships to escape the slowly-dying universe. But things didn't go particularly well for her or the other passengers, for they had made the terrible, terrible mistake of jumping into a Realm of Consumption, a universe that had been eaten by the eldritch god known as the All-Devouring Pleasure. In this case, the Realm they entered was under attack by the glutton-spawn, terrifying abominable things that ate rampantly and spread further like a terrible plague.

Her vessel wasn't in the slightest bit prepared, nor did its tranuniversal drive have enough of a gathered charge to effect an immediate retreat. So the spawn disgorged from one of their space-faring broodmothers, consuming all in their path. Humans, other sentient species, mystical creatures, even other Daemons all fell to them, and while a Daemon would normally be able to restore itself... the might of the god in which the universe lay allowed its spawn to integrate them into themselves. Not even our heroine, the Daemon of Motherhood, with legions of her /own/ spawn, could fight off such persistent creatures. She had one desperate course left.

Her dead universe's very embodiment of motherhood resolved to protect her children with her own life if she had to, and the survivors of the crew agreed. The vessel roared to life and went into a crash course with the broodmother, hoping to destroy the creature while killing the heroine of this story in a way that'd let her regenerate and forment resistance. Impact came, and horror set in when they realized that the hull of the ship was /not/ buckling, nor was the reactor readying to detonate. The thing went ahead and consumed them directly, the bulkheads of the sealed bridge ripping open and disgorging waves of absorbing flesh that took all hands, before the Daemon even had time to escape to her Private Space. It was at this moment that a horror greater than either the glutton-spawn or the Daemons it ate, would be born.

--=Becoming The Maze=--

Hidden for Oh God value


Time would pass of unconsciousness for her. Unconsciousness was a concept utterly terrifying to Daemonkind, who regularly rejected biological limitations. But... Consciousness returned, if horribly /different/ from how it had been before. She could feel thousands of souls, some even of her brethren, glimmering distantly from her, in a twisted mix of agony and bliss. She had not only failed to slay the beast, but the Daemon of Motherhood had /become/ it. And was slowly losing what she once was, the laws of motherhood distorting to suit the endless hunger of the All-Devouring Pleasure.

This went on for months. When the corruption, as slow as it was, was finished, she had become something else. Mavoch, the Ever-Breeding Labyrinth. An effectively-immortal being that consumed creatures not because of a biological need, but for its sick pleasure - and more importantly still, to give endless birth to more ravenous horrors from what it consumed, who'd in turn spread further and further... And at this point, the Daemon that became Mavoch couldn't be happier to do so.

--=The Nature of the Maze=--

The maze itself is a massive, possibly even endless, construct of flesh, even entire ecosystems of other sorts, that exists in a subdimensional space that was once Mavoch's Daemonic 'Private Space'. Once taken inside of it by consumption, Mavoch's prey are usually deposited inside some kind of corridor made mostly of pulsing, quite-alive meat. There is little rhyme or reason to what happens to them next - some may never experience their "Second Devouring" until after death, while others sink into her flesh nearly as soon as they arrive.

Because of that detail, though, many lifeforms call the Maze home, and indeed there are even ramshackle cities built from the fabric of starships that Mavoch has eaten with Labirintos Prime populated by their former crews and passengers (as well as anyone else who might come along). But not all life in the Maze is from outside - some of the Mazespawned live there too, and woe to any that might cross their path.

But the scenery varies at least slightly. Sometimes, there are lakes or even oceans (of /what fluid/, is a question possibly better left unanswered), chambers in the fleshy realm so vast that they can develop their own weather systems and might be comparable to a whole country on a normal planet... to narrow and claustrophobic corridors that might resemble any number of different kinds of organs or biological systems.

At the heart of the Maze, dwells Mavoch herself, some of her humanoid form still visible within the horrible mass of meat she now calls her true body. Many of her special 'chosen' are there as well, fused into her form nearby, ever-breeding as the abomination's epithet might suggest. That, truly, even if one is not so 'lucky' as to be near the mother of the maze, is the usual fate of many. To be integrated into her flesh to forever give birth to her wretched spawn... Not to say, though, that that is the only thing to happen.

-Avatar Body-

A body that resembles who Mavoch once was, the avatar is depicted in the pic at the top of the profile. It is just a projection, as it were, and one could hardly reach her essence from there... but she can all the same use it as a gateway to her inner Maze. By consumption, of course, from any orifice a humanoid body like that sees fit.

-Labirintos Prime-



The transfigured form of the passenger ship escaping the Daemonic Universe, Labirintos Prime is now far more than it was. Infested with Mavoch's flesh and no longer needing crew, the vessel is fully integrated with her being, and is used mostly to do what is otherwise beyond her means: Traveling to other universes. While in theory the All-Devouring Pleasure could have bestowed that ability on her in some other way, it seemed to find this far more convenient to it.

Either way, Labirintos Prime is fairly large as far as starships go, easily capable of hosting thousands of passengers were it not reconfigured away from that purpose. It, too, can act as a passage to the Maze via the flesh and chitin and other more horrible substances that criss-cross its technological components. But otherwise... it is unarmed in conventional senses of the word, fighting exclusively with either Mavoch's supernatural abilities, or its own spawn, when threatened. Its Cyclical Transcendence Unit allows it to cross unimaginable distances /within/ a universe with casual ease, and with gathered energy, can allow it to breach the gap between other universes as well.

--=What Might Happen To Prey=--

Prey consumed by Mavoch... may find themselves trapped there for the rest of their lives, forced to eke out a life in an alien dimension. Or molested by all sorts of nameless horrors, whether grown from Mavoch's own walls, or from her children the Mazespawn. They might end up suffering "Second Devouring" - the Mazedwellers' term for when something eats someone already within the Maze - at the hands of those spawn, a fellow dweller, or even Mavoch herself in her twisted shape as heart of the Maze. From there, they could be digested, fully absorbed, or integrated into the fabric of a spawn or the Maze to instead be eternally bred. Most such fates are hardly pretty... And is there even hope? Could one escape? Could one even kill her?

Unlikely. Her Daemonic essence defies most definitions of mortality or destruction, and her unthinkable /vastness/ makes actually trying to hurt her almost just as unthinkably hard. ...But one might still find a way...

--=Powers and Capabilities=--

Given her composite nature, Mavoch is possessed of a number of strange abilities, and while not totally unstoppable, is still highly daunting. Also for that reason, it's a good idea to split things by source of abilities.

-Abilities as the Former Daemon of Motherhood-

Daemonic Form: A core of what makes Daemons what they are, is that they are (in their own words) "Nature-transcending Beings". What this ends up meaning is that their bond to being a concept embodied puts them in a strange position where they generally can avoid a few laws of physics - mostly, conservation of energy or mass as regards their own body. Their ineffable essence can consistently feed energy to their bodies, and can regenerate said bodies from even utter atomization. They also don't really need to have a coherent anatomy - and can choose to have bodily functions or not have them at a whim. In addition, while Mavoch's state is proof they're not /unassailable/, a Daemon's essence is complex and esoteric enough that many forms of soul vore or soul manipulation fall flat against it. The tl;dr is that she's pretty darn close to "perfect" immortality.

The First Mother, the All-Mother: While technically, Daemons consider the Daemon of Existence the 'true' mother-of-all in their world, what Mavoch once was, was the literal first mother. As such, she contains all possible expressions of motherhood within her, which in practical terms means that if it involves a female reproducing, it's within her power to imitate that act. So in point and fact, Mavoch is capable of giving birth to any creature that she knows of, that /has/ a mother in its natural form. This ties in to...

Mazespawn: ...The ability all Daemons have to produce spawn. Given her concept, Mavoch has a much, much broader swathe of life she can produce with this ability. Even if one had a solution to Daemonic immortality, contending with the varied legions of spawn she could bring forth would be a horribly daunting task.

The Maze: Without her combined nature, this would be a Daemon's Private Space, which often takes on a similarly organic cast to the Maze anyway. But it has since become something... greatly exaggerated from what it once was. But as with a Private Space, Mavoch can move parts of herself to anywhere else she's aware of, because the Maze is /technically/ coterminous with whatever universe she's in, on some level, and she can thus exploit that property to teleport at will.

Mother's Awareness: Much like how Abhilasha can sense desires, Mavoch is aware of anything maternal - whether someone /could/ be a mother, if they already are, their general fertility, some idea of what any children they have are like, and so on.

-Glutton-Spawn Abilities-

Boundless Consumption: Mavoch has almost no limit as to what she can eat, or how. Absorption, consumption through an orifice... all is fair game. Likewise, she doesn't really care about poison or toxins, nor does nutrition really come into play for her, not even edibility or organicness truly matters.

Predator's Peerless Scent: While it isn't literally a sense of smell, glutton-spawn can generally sense the nature of a creature, 'smelling' its general power and competence, as well as what it is on some level. This is what allows them to prioritize targets by desirability and threat.

Hunger Plague: If she so wills it, Mavoch can bring forth an appendage coated in a glutton-spawn's hunger-plague. This vile disease is transmitted by getting into the blood from a deep wound. After a moment of onset, it bubbles out into a thick, lumpy, bubbly purple fluid that soon coats the poor victim and begins a metamorphosis. The semisolid good cocoons them, until they become a voracious horror of some sort. In Mavoch's case, each formulation of plague codes for a different Mazespawn the victim could become.

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(( The Ever-Breeding Tone amidst the Sacred_Bells. ))