Emperor Goldeneye, the Silver Summer, the First and Only has spent a long time, and eaten a lot of people, to make himself as perfect as possible. The same is true of his empire, and of his enormous, beautiful palace. But Venir, a young architect, thinks he has found a flaw in the palace. If only he could figure out what it is…

This picture is one of my favourites of Goldeneye, really capturing his status as an imperial engine of ravenous consumption and cruelty. It was done by the delightful  ThatGryphonGuy who does some wonderful work portraying gryphons (and quadrupedal creatures in general) as the predators they should be. The original is here.

Glad I got to develop the world of Seraphia, Goldeneye's empire, a little. It's a fun place for a god-gryphon to rule.

All the monsters I know are very, very greedy, so if you want to show your appreciation for their stories, I'd be delighted. I have a KoFi here.

Contains: gryphon griffon griffin wolf squirrel oral vore M/M M/F M/MFmultiple prey unwilling soul vore graphic digestion pain fear fatal Goldeneye

The Flaw In The Flawless
By Goldeneye

There was something wrong with the Imperial Palace of Seraphia.

Maybe it was that Venir was an architect, and was trained to look for imperfections. But he couldn't find a single one. That in itself was bizarre, as the Palace was the largest building in the world. The city of Seraphia was probably the largest city on the continent, with a population numbering in the tens of millions, but it still felt dwarfed by the giant in its midst. Wherever you turned, whichever street you walked down, you could see it in the skyline. The shadow it cast was so great that some parts of the city had evolved a tradition of resting, napping or praying for the hours that it blocked out the sun. It took the form of a forest of ornate, gilded towers of smooth sandstone, similar to the ancient cathedral of Olreiss in the Western fens. Each monolith was as wide around as a street was long, and tall enough that their domed roofs scraped the clouds. These towers were arranged in concentric circles, joined by delicate walkways and bridges each circle taller than the one before it, until the single tower in the middle stood tall enough that he had seen it crowning the horizon a week before he arrived in the city.

And it was beautiful. Too beautiful. The mathematics of form and proportion were mapped out in every sweeping line and curve, and they were flawless. Every pattern that covered the many towers was a masterwork in proportion and design. Venir had studied for six years under the master architects of the city of Iraph, and he knew that if he studied another six hundred, he would not be able to design a building half as magnificent as this one.

But he was not certain he would want to. For all the golden grandeur, something was wrong. He puzzled over it for the first few days of his trip, sketching the lines of the towers again and again in an attempt to figure out what was missing. Venir had come here as an apprentice and assistant to the grand architect Mistress Lyroth, who had been hired by the Wreathed Judges to design a new form of courthouse. His training largely consisted of studying the designs for great buildings from all across the world, which should have made him better at observing this one.

He was a strapping young grey wolf from the northern forests, which gave him a bit of an exotic allure to the nobles at the parties his mistress took him to. He tried to enjoy them, but found his mind slipping back to the Palace every time he glimpsed it out of an open window or over the garden wall. What was the mistake?

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" said his partner tonight, a voluptuous squirrel named Losai. "I could accompany you on a visit to the public area tomorrow if you like."

"Um, thanks," Venir said. He knew that wouldn't help. Up close he wouldn't be able to see the building as a whole. "I'll probably be working, sorry. My mistress keeps me busy."

She smiled sympathetically. "That's a pity. Your first trip to where the Emperor fell to earth, and you spend it stuck inside all day, looking at diagrams and plans? You should be holidaying. There's so much to see here."

"Maybe in a few days when I have some time. I'd like to." And he would. But try as he might, he found his gaze drifting back to the monolith above. "Sorry, it's just… he built it, right? I was never good at deiocratic age history."

"I suppose an architect would be fascinated by it," Losai chuckled. "Yes, the Emperor raised the palace himself, levelling half a mountain range to do it. It took him almost fifty years."

"Right… and how did he do that?" He felt his pointed ears turn pink, ashamed of his ignorance. His homeland had only been conquered a few decades ago, and it still preferred to teach children their own history, a small but significant act of rebellion against their tyrant. "Is he just… really, really strong?"

Losai seemed pleased to be the teacher. "Well, yes. But the Lycan records say that in this case he moved and shaped them with his mind. He is strong, but he doesn't need to move things with his body." Her smile became slightly fixed. "I saw it once, from far away. It's like an invisible hand. They say when he built the palace he said that it took a lot of his power, that rock was harder to mould than souls. He had to… feed… for several months to recover."

It wasn't the first time Venir had encountered the strange relationship Seraphians had with their god. Despite their fear, they had a strange sort of pride in being the place where the Emperor had fallen from the sky, and the first subjects he had claimed. He might be a ravening, invulnerable, alien monster from beyond reality, he might have based his system of law on the founding principle that he owned everything in existence, but he was their monster. And of course, under his rule Seraphia had gone from a small city-state in the middle of a hostile desert to the dominant empire across three continents. Perhaps pride was a natural response.

"R…right," he said carefully, looking out at the colossus once more. "So… he built it. Do the records say if he designed it as well?"

"I… I'm not sure, actually. Hang on, I can go and ask my friend Arette, she's studying history at the university." She squeezed his hand. "Be back in a moment."

Venir barely noticed her go. His eyes made the same journey as before: up past the tiers of towers, across the walkways and bridges - like the bridges of the treetop city of Alnorqes, he mused - past the glowing balconies, over the domed roofs, and- what was that?

One of the golden roofs was marred by a speck of silver, almost too tiny to see at this distance.

He closed one eye, squinting at it with the other until his eyes began to water. A silvery lump nestled near the tip of the dome. Was that all it had been? Just an off-colour patch of roof?

No, the wrongness was something else. He was sure of that. The speck was just a… what? A big lump of metal someone had dropped? A mistake in the roof coating? What else could possibly be stuck on the roof of the Emperor's palace, thousands of feet above the gr-

He guessed a split second before he saw the shape move, stretching out a blue-tinged wing. The terror was as sudden and sharp as a knife to the throat. Venir managed a scream as he stumbled back, crashing into a passing waiter carrying a tray of canapes. Both of them went over in a tangle of limbs and sweetmeats. The hubbub of conversation vanished.

"Venir, what in the world do you think you are doing?" Mistress Lyroth hurried over and pulled him up, brushing sticky herbs from his formal clothes. She was a short, white-furred rabbit, whose stature and long ears belied her severe attitude towards her students. "For the Emperor's sake, boy. This is not behaviour becoming of an apprentice."

"I- I'm sorry, m-madam," Venir stammered. "I just… I… I saw… um… never mind. I apologise." He bowed to the waiter, a handsome osprey, who glowered in response as he picked up the mess. The conversation returned, and Venir wandered towards the edge of the garden awkwardly. He wondered if the Emperor would find it amusing that he had caused such chaos without even knowing.

Without intending to, he looked back up the tower, feeling the voyeuristic thrill of watching someone who does not know you are watching them. The shape was still there. Now that he knew what he was looking at, he could identify the powerful lines of the Emperor's form, the limbs splayed out in a lazy sprawl, the wings angled to absorb the sunlight, the glint of metal in his wreath as he looked down on his domain. So he did have four legs and wings after all.

He leaned against a cinnamon tree, trying to estimate the gryphon's size. Compared to the building below him, he must have been… two, three times Venir's height? And on four legs too. As big as a building. What would it be like to see that up close? He actually felt himself start to relax a little, imagining how the Emperor would look standing in the confines of Mistress Lyroth's already-cramped dining hall. It was an entertaining image. Finally he had something to take his mind off the nagging issue of the palace.

The Emperor turned his head and looked directly towards Venir.

At this distance he shouldn't have been able to tell. He could barely distinguish beak from head. But somehow he could feel it. He could tell that one of the emperor's eyes was deep purple and one was gold, that his irises were double-ringed, that he was smiling slightly, that his ears were raised to attention, and that he was looking not just in Venir's direction but straight at him.

This time, he did not manage to jump back. The eyes froze him in their gaze. They were infinite. They were portals into another world where physics broke before desire, and hunger consumed stars. And they were looking right at him, more clearly than anyone had ever looked at him, swallowing his very soul up in a vortex of terrible merciless understanding.

No-one else seemed to have noticed. Losai came up behind him. "Hello. Are you alright? What was that all about?"

The Emperor cocked his head, looking down at the vast edifice below him, then looked back up at Venir, his eyes even more intense than before now. He gestured at his palace with a single claw, and raised a feathery eyeridge smaller than Venir should have been able to possibly see.

"Venir? Are you listening?"

The Emperor stood up, spread his enormous wings, and leapt off the palace roof, heading straight in their direction. A single beat propelled him hundreds of feet. He was even more glorious in the air. And he was coming closer. And closer.

Suddenly, Venir was close to falling over again, and he had to clutch the cinnamon tree just to survive. The strength was draining from his legs, out of his eyes, and towards the streak of silver in the distance. Losai stared at him. "What in the Emperor's eternity are you doing?"

"He-" His lips were dry. He tried again, his legs feeling like they were moving through waist-deep snow. It didn't seem real. "I- he- he's coming. I looked at him, a-and, and he's coming." He stumbled backward, nearly colliding with another guest, and tried to maneuver towards the gates of the garden.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, I, I have to- he- I'm sorry." He tore his gaze away from the distance - the palace was four miles away, and it had been only seconds, but already the shape was looming larger and larger in the sky. "He's coming. He- he's coming for me." For a moment he considered asking her, the native Seraphian, what he should expect, but he knew the stories. And even if he had not, he had gazed into those mismatched eyes.

The squirrel stared at him, then in the direction he had been looking. By now, the Emperor was large enough that others were starting to notice, a chorus of murmurs coming from all around as heads turned. They thought he was just flying overhead. Venir tried to push through them, moving clumsily and slowly. Behind him, he heard Losai gasp as she connected the dots.

"He? Wait, you, you don't mean the Emper-"

She never had a chance to finish. The cinnamon tree Venir had leant on imploded beneath a pair of paws as big as Venir's torso, showering everyone with sweet-smelling splinters. Venir tripped over someone's foot, sent sprawling onto the elegant mosaic below. He squirmed around, blinking up at the figure blocking out the sun.

Emperor Goldeneye the First and Eternal looked back at him, the same smile playing across his enormous beak. He was the largest living thing Venir had ever seen, nearly three times the wolf's height on four legs, every inch muscled and padded and swathed in lush silver-blue plumage. A bronze wreath perched delicately on his head, between pointed ears longer than Venir's leg. Up close, his eyes were captivating and terrifying, intense as the sun behind him. And they were looking right at him again, with that terrible, terrible gaze.

"So, Venir," the gryphon said. His voice was beautiful. "You're still having trouble finding the flaw in my palace?"

"I…" Venir felt his eyes drawn over every line of the enormous, powerful, gorgeous form. "I d-didn't… I'm s-sorry, I'm s-sorry."

"No, no, no. No apology needed." The Emperor stepped forwards, looming over him even more. A single claw reached out, delicately wrapping around his waist and pulling him up. It was smooth and pleasantly warm to the touch. "You must have studied hundreds of buildings for your training, hmmm? You clearly have a very good eye for them. I think it's better than mine, in fact."

"W… what? I… u-um. Th… thank you?" He swallowed, trying to collect himself. "I wouldn't presume to… I mean, you built the palace in the first place! It's, it's incredible!"

Around him, everyone else was frozen, staring up at their Emperor with a mixture of terror and awe. Goldeneye passed his devastating gaze over the rest of them briefly, still smiling, before returning to Venir. "It is. It's barely changed since I built it. And it is sublime." He lifted Venir off his feet effortlessly, bringing him level with his fathomless eyes. "Before I built it, I swallowed a hundred artists of every possible medium: painting, sculpture, poetry, and more. I gorged myself on their knowledge and their souls, to build something perfect. And perfect it was. And yet in the last few decades, I have started to recognise the same problem that you are recognising. Something is wrong with it. Something is missing. And try as I might, I cannot place my talon on exactly what the flaw is."

Venir swallowed, aware of the two dozen pairs of fearful eyes on him. A hundred artists, swallowed. He hadn't even heard of that. Maybe they were lost amidst the early days of chaos and gluttony when the gryphon had fallen out of the sky. "I… I see, y-your maj- your divinity. That m-must be… frustrating for you."

"It is. I have crafted my mind down to the sub-thaumic level, little Venir. I have built it with as much care as I built my body, and my palace, and my empire. And yet some things elude me. I can sense a problem, but no matter how many of my sub-personalities I tear apart and recreate, I cannot explain what it is, let alone fix it." He sat back on haunches wide enough to smother every splinter of the poor cinnamon tree. "I think you can help with that."

"I… I can?" Venir's fear suddenly seemed to be transformed to desperate hope. "W-wait, I can? I mean, um, to, to work on such a piece of art. If you think I can improve this flaw…it, it's the contract of a lifetime. It would be my honour!"

"It really would, wouldn't it." The gryphon smiled. "You are adorable. But I think I'll have a lot more fun with you in a more permanent position."

For the briefest moment, Venir felt a stab of joy. The idea of being recruited as an architect to the Emperor himself, to the creator of this impossible palace, was astounding. Everything he could have dreamed of. He turned to look for Mistress Lyroth. Would his mentor be proud? Shocked? Just a little jealous perhaps?

He never knew. In the time it took his eyes to shift their gaze, Goldeneye moved. He seemed to simply appear over the rabbit, his massive beak spread wide over her head, obscuring her face entirely. She managed a gasp of alarm before the serpent-thick tongue wrapped around her waist and pulled her up into Goldeneye's maw, her feet kicking desperately, trying to find something to stop her from being pulled in further. It didn't work. Goldeneye lifted his head back, lapping over the squirming form in his mouth, before giving a slow, pleasured swallow. A rippling bulge sank down his throat, hands and face just about visible through his gorgeous plumage. Mistress Lyroth was fighting for her life, and losing with every ripple of hot, slick flesh.

Venir's legs were frozen. He had known that the Emperor did this, but for some reason he had imagined it being… harder. A struggle between predator and prey, a desperate fight for your life. But it had been… effortless. Goldeneye hadn't even needed to use his claws.

The other guests at the party were not quite as stunned. Perhaps they had known all along how an unannounced visit from their god would end. Some ran, scrambling to get to the gates. They reached them, only to freeze, muscles trembling desperately, inches from escape. Venir had heard that the Emperor could control people's bodies as well. Some tried to hide under the laden tables or cowered behind trees. Some, like Losai, simply prostrated themselves in positions of worship, kneeling before the towering, gluttonous monster.

Venir caught the squirrel's eye as she dipped her head to her hands. He tried to make his mouth move, but it was as frozen as his limbs, and all he could do was quiver. Losai looked back, with the same expression. There was no blame in her gaze. Just fear. She gave a tiny shake of her head.

It's not your fault. It's his.

"Yes, it is," Goldeneye said softly, his eyes opening again. They seemed to sparkle even more beautifully now. His stomach sagged slightly as Venir's mistress landed in it, a soft, shifting bulge that hung weightily below him. He was so large that the swell could have gone unnoticed, if it wasn't for her squirming. Soft, muffled gurgles filled the air, along with the faintest hint of distant screams. "It's all my fault. Thank you, Losai dear."

"L… let her go," Venir whispered. "Let them all go, please. I-I was the one looking, th-they didn't even know. Please, they're innocen-"

"Don't," Losai said quietly. "Don't b-beg for us. He… he'll use it against you both."

"Oh, you're so very sweet. Like I said, Venir, no apology is needed." Goldeneye reached out, picking up one of the trembling guests from the ground in a single claw and pressing him against his belly. The man, a fossa with red streaks in his fur, tried to whimper something before the expanse of soft, fat fluffy gut smothered his face. Venir vaguely recognised him as someone Mistress Lyroth had wanted to introduce him to. A doctor or something. Goldeneye stroked his trembling skull as he continued. "I didn't eat your teacher because you insulted me. I ate her because I wanted to. Just like how I'm going to eat the rest of you, because I want to. No apologies required, just your squirming."

Behind Venir, Losai gave a soft whimper. "W-what about Venir?"

The Emperor lifted the fossa up to his mouth, holding his face inches away from his beak so the poor man could look into it as he spoke. He kept his eyes on the two of them. "It's sweet of you to be so concerned, Miss Losai. Like I said, Venir will be getting a more permanent position."

He closed his beak around the fossa's head, cutting off his scream and suckling lazily on it, like a child with a stick of candy. For a moment there was silence, broken only by the horribly lewd, wet sounds.

Venir broke first. "What does that mean? You're… enslaving me? I'd work for you! You don't need to-"

His tongue froze in his mouth, as the gryphon froze him in place with a thought. His jaw felt like a lump of solid iron fused to his skull. Goldeneye slurped his prey's writhing body into his beak, savouring his taste. His eyes flashed across to Venir, and they were glowing with divine power. Don't make me repeat myself, little one. No, I don't need to. And I know you would work for me. But some things I have to do myself.

He swallowed the fossa completely. caressing his throat again as the swell oozed down the fluffy flesh of his neck. Another life lost. Venir felt his knees starting to go again. "And what… what does that mean?" he whispered. "W-what do you want to do?"

Goldeneye licked his claw clean, slowly. Then he began to pad forwards, each step making the ground quiver. "I want to take your soul, little wolf, and make it into my own. I'm going to digest your mind, take the part of you with such a natural talent for architecture, and absorb it into my own soul. I'll need to be careful to keep it intact, so I'm going to have to digest you very, very slowly." He grinned, and his dreadful eyes seemed to be deeper than his gullet, deeper than the night sky, deeper and hungrier than any living creature had ever seen.

Venir felt his legs give out at last. He fell to his knees, and he would have collapsed forwards if the emperor hadn't given him a beak to cling to. He held onto it for dear life, staring into the infinite chasms of the gryphon's eyes. "But… isn't there… I… surely I can do something, r-right? Please! I- we can work this out, just- please!"

"What can you give me that I cannot take?" Goldeneye purred, his breath hot and steaming against Venir's midriff. "Especially when the taking is so much fun. Your servitude? Your pain? Your misery? Your calorific value? I'll have it, Venir. I'll have everything. No, we can't work this out. I don't like to negotiate." Beneath their locked gazes, he opened his beak wide, letting his hot breath cascade over Venir's body. "Can you hear the sloshing noises? The screams? My belly usually just liquefies bodies and souls completely, so it doesn't take care to preserve them. It likes a challenge. Will you give it one?"

Oh, by the snow gods. He could hear it. Distant muffled wails and cries, in a voice he knew. Deep, gooey churning noises. Wet squelch of flesh on flesh. Venir tore his eyes away from the gryphon's, desperate to block out the sounds. Instead, his gaze landed on the vast palace of beautiful imperfection that had doomed him.

"I-I'll- I'll solve it for you!" he cried. "I'll find the problem!"

There was a moment's silence. Then Goldeneye closed his mouth, silencing the screams and sloshes. Venir forced himself to meet the bejewelled eyes again.

"Hmmm," the Emperor said softly. "That's… intriguing. I would like to watch your mind working, little wolf. I can learn a lot simply by observing. But you've been working on this for days now. Do you really think you can do it before I get bored?"

"I… um… well. I think so. I… I d-didn't have motivation like this before."

Goldeneye's smirk spread up the sides of his beak. "Hmmm. That is true. Alright. I can play the benevolent emperor. You may take some time to examine my palace, and see if you can find the flaw."

"And if I do-"

"Then your soul will be unharmed. Acceptable?"

"I… I suppose." It was the worst deal he'd ever taken. "C-could you let my mistress go? A-and… that other guest?"

Goldeneye ran a claw along his rounded stomach, causing a deep, obscene gurgle from within. "No. No-one leaves my gut. Not ever."

"But-"

"This is me being the benevolent emperor, little wolf. Don't push your luck."

"... I… o-okay." He tried to ignore the memories of Lyroth's screams in the digestive hell. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. But he had to try and survive now. Whatever it took. "What about… the others? Everyone else? Please, j-just let them go. This is my fault."

Goldeneye watched him for a long moment. "It's not your fault. But that's the wrong way to ask it. What you should ask is, how long do you have?"

Venir swallowed. "I… um… how… how long do I have?"

The gryphon straightened up to his full, colossal height once more. "Precisely as long as it takes me to eat everyone else at this party."

Venir stared up at him. His heart seemed to have dropped into the ground beneath his paws. Behind them, the guests began to beg and scream, but Goldeneye ignored them all, his eyes fixed on Venir's. "Good luck, little wolf."

He leapt, covering twenty feet in a single bound, and closed his beak around an ocelot's head. She had been cowering behind the pavilion, and it splintered beneath the gryphon's paws as he slurped her into his maw, tongue lapping over her svelte body. The woman tried to snatch at the the pavilion, her claws leaving trails in the broken wood as she was dragged upwards into the gryphon's beak by the force of his greedy swallows. In seconds, another bulge was sinking down his gullet, but that was all the time Goldeneye needed to snatch up a waiter trying to run - the osprey who Venir had collided with earlier - and cram him into his gullet. He preyed on them like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world, not even needing to use his godlike powers. It was stunning. In less than a minute, five innocent lives had been slurped into the wet, squelching chasm of his maw, and his stomach sagged heavily, its gurgles audible with every step he took. Venir could not stop watching. In a dreadful, horrible way it was even more beautiful than the palace.

Losai slapped him with a shaking hand. "C-come on! You heard what he said! You- you're our only chance! Please, Venir!"

"Fuck, fuck I- I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry." He wanted to curl into a ball and shut out the awful screams and wet gooey noises. "I- I can't do this. I can't. I have no idea what I'm even looking for! I can't d-do it, I can't, I can't."

She hugged him. "Please. I- I know it's not fair. This fucking m-monster. Just- just try. Please."

You all taste so good, Goldeneye purred behind them, broadcasting his words to everyone at once. And you feel so good wriggling and begging and crying and melting. He crooned the words like a lover, whispering into the minds of everyone there. I promise I'll remember how it felt to murder you in my guts for a thousand, thousand years. Maybe I'll still be churning your souls then. Especially you, little wolf. Do you know what it will feel like as I digest and absorb your soul? As I tear your essence apart and make it my own? I want to keep all those lovely sparks of genius alive, so I'll be very, very slow to tear you apart. Not even my acids bite as deep as that. He paused, his throat bulging around a brawny otter desperately trying to wrestle with his tongue. They lost, and a slow, decadent swallow condemned them to his rippling, churning belly. By now there were so many squirming bulges within that it was nearly impossible to tell which was who. How tight must it be in the caustic furnace? More than a dozen people now were crammed in at once. Just giving you some motivation, little one.

Venir felt the urge to curl up and cry again, so desperate and intense that his vision blurred. He blinked rapidly, forcing his head upwards, looking at the palace again. He breathed in and out, his heartbeat roaring in his ears, but it was not loud enough to drown out the sounds from behind. Goldeneye had not slowed his pace of gluttony. Every few moments another voice was raised in a shriek or howl, cut off seconds later by a wet, greedy gulp.

He clenched his fists, staring at the palace. He was trying to jump back on his train of thought, which was impossible. He needed to start from scratch. He remembered Mistress Lyroth teaching him the six tenets of architectural design. By the snow gods, she was still alive in the gryphon's hellish gut. How long would the monster make her squirm inside him f- no. No. Concentrate. The first tenet: what is the building's function? How does it achieve that function?

The palace was there for Goldeneye to live and rule from. It made sense for a flying creature (with a god complex, he added bitterly) to prioritise height, so he could easily come and go on the wing. The multiple towers were fitting for a complex government building, allowing each to be self-contained just like the great clerical stations of Iswyrn, but the bridges ensured collaboration was easy. Perhaps most importantly, the sheer size fulfilled the key requirement: to be a symbol. He had studied dozens of temples, and each one was a proclamation of their deity's strength as much as a place of worship. Here the strength was undeniable. Seraphians literally lived in the shadow of their god.

There were no flaws according to the first tenet. What about the second? Where is the building located? How does it use its location?"

He ran through all six, forcing himself to think slowly and methodically. It was eye-wateringly difficult. Losai huddled behind him, not daring to speak. And all the while Goldeneye gorged himself, casually demolishing the remains of the party as he hunted the prey who cowered in his shadow. Some of them barely managed to cry out before they were enveloped in his gullet. Others he took his time with, letting them plead. Venir listened as they begged for their lives, offering riches, servitude, even their own friends and family. Some cursed, trying to retain some honour in their end. Others tried to be honoured, though the way their voices shook with terror betrayed their true feelings. Goldeneye savoured them all, his deep, melodious voice carrying across the whole garden, perhaps the entire street. And no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, Venir listened to every word. The gryphon toyed with his prey, offering them hope only to crush it at the exact moment it would hurt the most, coaxing them into humiliating themselves with betrayal of everything they held dear, and telling them, over, and over, and over again, how delicious they were. How much he would savour them slithering into his belly. How every gasp and sob would be enjoyed, and remembered, even if his gut was swollen to the floor with prey. He promised it sincerely, tenderly, lovingly. And then he closed his beak over them, and slurped them up, letting them break with despair as they felt the hot flesh creeping up and over their body.

And still Venir could not find the mistake. He stared at the building until he could see it still when he blinked. He tried approaching the problem from the Schiersal principle: any single piece of ornamentation on a building should be in harmony with any other piece. He tried calculating its proportions according to the golden ratio. He tried counting the bridges according to the Fibonacci sequence. He ran through the six tenets again. He used every technique he had ever learned, read or heard of. And he could not find it.

"Why did you build the palace?" he said, before he could stop himself. Goldeneye looked round at him, his tongue slowly curling around the face of a parakeet as he gripped desperately onto the sides of his beak. The gryphon swallowed lasciviously, keeping his mouth open so Venir could see the little bird disappear into the squishing darkness of his gullet, and spoke.

"Giving up already?"

"No! No, n-no, please, I just… I don't understand you. The flaw isn't one I can just see. It must have been in the original construction, I'm just trying to… re-imagine that. Please. Please."

"Very well. But you should know how ravenous my guts are for you. Making them wait will make them worse." Goldeneye reached down, slowly massaging his bulging, squishing belly. "I was young when I built the palace. I had only just broken through into the real world from the realm of thoughts, and it was… ecstasy. Before this, I was a creature built out of other people's memories, cobbled together to make an approximation of a thinking mind. All I knew was second-hand emotions. To feel air on my own skin, to see with eyes I built myself, to taste… it was incredible. At first I was nothing but an addict, revelling in the pleasure of being alive. But then one of you came across the crater I lay in, and I realised there were even greater pleasures to be found. I came to this city, and there were so, so many souls to feel and taste. So I ate the royal family, and then the parliament. I crowned myself. And I raised a palace, to rule."

"But why? Why did you choose to rule? Why not - why not just eat us all?" Venir flinched as he realised what he had said. The gryphon's eyes seemed to sear themselves onto his retinas. His ears twitched, once.

"That is a delicious idea, isn't it? To annihilate every scrap of gorgeous, delectable life in an orgy of gluttony. I wanted more, and more, and more, and-" he broke off, leaping at a cowering bull so fast that he blurred in the air. The poor soul couldn't even scream before the gryphon's beak spread around his whole torso. Goldeneye tossed his head back, using the momentum to cram his prey into his gullet with a vicious, ravenous savagery. There was none of the divine intellect and teasing sadism in his movements. Just gluttonous need. He wiped his beak as the squirming bulge rippled down his neck, breathing more heavily than before. "Oh, little one, it's not a good idea to remind me of that idea. I still could, you know. I could just wake up one day, and never stop. I could eat your cities from the earth and your stars from the sky." He closed his eyes, quivering slightly. "But that's what makes me now different from what I was back then. As I grew and learned, I began to feel myself in the mortals around me. Every day, millions of you wake up with a little knot of fear and fascination in your souls, all aimed at me. That is more pleasurable than a simple rampage could ever be. I built the palace when I first realised how delightful it would be to dominate you slowly."

"That's the only reason?" Losai said from behind Venir. "That's why you've ruled us for- for centuries? It's just a slower kind of satisfaction than eating us outright?"

"Yes." The Emperor padded towards her, his swollen, writhing gut close to brushing the ground already. "That's why. All of this, all the grandeur, all the worship, all the conquests… it is all for me. For my enjoyment. For my satisfaction. I have never claimed otherwise, little squirrel. You just found it more comforting to think I was benevolent at heart."

Losai looked as though she was going to answer, then fell silent. Goldeneye stared at her with an expression of purest lust, and his tail flicked forwards to caress Venir's lupine ears. "Does that answer your question? Good. Keep working, architect. I only have a dozen or so of your guests left to stuff myself with." He blew the two of them an elegant kiss, and turned towards the others, focusing on a red kite who had knelt until his beak touched the ground in terrified reverence. "Gian, darling. What are you doing in the dirt? Let me give you a much better, much tighter, much more acidic temple to worship in."

Venir shuddered, his eyes leaking tears. He forced himself to turn back, just as Losai did. She squeezed his hand. "Please. Venir, c-come on. He doesn't bother to lie. He wouldn't torment you with this if it wasn't true. You can do this. Talk to me if it helps."

"I-I'm trying. Please, I'm trying."

"I k-know." She wiped her face, curling her tail around her legs. "Come on. What are you thinking?"

Miserably, Venir forced his gaze back to the palace. "O… okay. So, it had been built when he first decided to become Emperor. Is… is that it? Surely not. It displays his… hunger for power perfectly. The size, the grandeur. It's all pure narcissism."

"O… okay. Do you know any other narcissists who designed their own buildings?"

"Well, there was the Sultan of Dercia, a thousand years ago or so. Apparently he tried to build a tower that could reach the sun. I studied the sketches made by archeologists…"

He told her what he knew. Losai listened well, asking questions often. Both of them stuttered frequently as the Emperor's gluttony intruded on them. Goldeneye was not a quiet diner, and his prey were not quiet meals. Screams and sobs echoed around them, cut off by wet, ravenous gulps. Every time Venir's resolve broke and he glanced back, the gryphon was somewhere else, and his writhing gut was wider and heavier. After his gut started to drag across the ground with each step, he began storing prey in his crop instead. In some ways, it was worse. There were no thick layers of muscle and fat smothering their cries, as was the case for his belly. Instead, the sounds - the moans and sobs and howls - bled through his lush plumage, still heavily muffled but almost clear enough that Venir could hear them.

Over and over again, Venir pulled himself away, desperate to keep thinking. He told Losai about the steeples of chilly Asigua, and the five disastrous times the jungle empire of Montos had attempted to build their king a palace, and the technique in the mountains of Pasallion for building temples that ran all the way along the winding tracks of mountain streams, even down sheer cliffs. He told her everything he had ever learned about the wondrous art of turning raw materials into a place called home, and he still - still - could not see what was wrong.

Until there were no more screams. Losai closed her eyes, gripping his hand very hard. Venir's voice trailed away to nothing. Behind them, they heard a slow set of heavy paws padding towards them. Each step was accompanied by a deep, liquid slosh. There were no screams, not even muffled.

"Hello, little Losai. How have you been enjoying your date today?"

Losai flinched as an enormous beak rested on her shoulder. Goldeneye wrapped an enormous claw around her, his movements slow and tender. Venir clenched his fists. "Please. I'm sorry, I, I can't do it. Just- just eat me and let her go. Pl-"

His jaw locked up again, his skull aching with the force of the telepathic assault holding it closed. "I was talking to her," Goldeneye said softly. "Well, sweet squirrel?"

Losai trembled. "P… please…p-please, your majesty, y-your divinity… please…"

"I like those names. But I'm going to like how you die even more. You know, Losai, I've had my eye on you for months. I decided how I was going to swallow you almost a year ago now."

"You… you did?" She curled her tail around her legs.

"Oh yes. I know every one of my citizens, all across my empire. I know each of your souls, and each night I drink of your day's memories. Some little ones I might let survive longer, others arouse my hunger far too quickly to live long. You were never going to survive this year. Venir might have lasted a few more, but in the end, he'd have been mine too. This is why I chose to make my empire span a single world, rather than across the stars, you see. It's so much more intimate. Venir provided a wonderful reason to get close to you, but he did not condemn you to my guts. Only I did that. Don't blame him."

"I didn't," Losai said quietly. Goldeneye raised an eyebrow, and the squirrel quivered as he savoured her thoughts.

"Heh. No, you didn't. How sweet. Now come on, little squirrel. You have a date with my crop, and it's no more patient than my belly. And Venir…" his gaze shifted lazily to the wolf. "Don't give up. I still have this little mouthful to slurp down before your time's up."

Venir clenched his fists. "Please. I'm sorry, I, I can't do it. I don't know what's wrong. Just- just… eat me and let her go."

"No." The soft serpent of his tongue smothered Losai's face, squelching across every crevice of her pretty muzzle. "As much as I like it when you beg me to eat you, she belongs to my belly."

To Losai's credit, she nearly managed to stay standing as the enormous beast loomed over her. They kept talking, the emperor nuzzling her soft body as he murmured words of honeyed cruelty into her ear. Venir watched, trembling with terror, until she flashed him a meaningful, desperate glance. Keep looking. Please.

I'm so, so sorry.

He forced himself back to the palace. So, it had been built when the gryphon first decided to become Emperor. Was that it? Was it wrong for that? Surely not. It displayed his hunger for power perfectly. Then what?

But he had been young. What was it he had said? Before I built it, I swallowed a hundred artists of every possible medium: painting, sculpture, poetry, and more. I gorged myself on their knowledge and their souls, to build something perfect.

Losai screamed. Venir flinched, his eyes beginning to stream with tears, but he forced himself to keep looking. Think. Think.

There was a soft, squelch and the squirrel's scream became a tide of whimpers and moans. Another one, and her other. Even now, Losai did not cry out for him. She slid down the Emperor's gullet moaning and gasping, cursing and begging the god she had worshipped in hushed, furious snarls, but she tried all she could not to distract Venir. It did not work, and he flinched with every swallow, until finally her sobbing pleas were cut off. A single wet, gooey gulp was the only warning.

Venir barely noticed that his knees had buckled. He stared at up at the palace, no longer able to really see it. He barely flinched as Losai's voice joined the muffled chorus of wails and cries from within Goldeneye's crop. He didn't even cower as Goldeneye moved to stand over him, placing his enormous forelegs on either side. The swollen, sagging mass of the Emperor's belly pressed into his back, hot and soft, writhing with the lives inside. Perhaps two dozen people had attended this party. All but one had been crushed into the small spaces behind him and above him.

Goldeneye breathed out, a slow sigh of pleasure. Venir expected him to speak, but no words came. For several minutes, the two of them simply looked at the city before them, and the palace dominating it all.

"I will, one day," Goldeneye said softly. Venir looked at up at him, past the swollen mass of his crop. The god-gryphon's eyes were closed, his expression one of calm focus.

"You… will? You will… what?"

"Eat you all. You asked earlier why I hadn't, and I said it was more enjoyable in the long term to dominate you, but… one day I'll rise from my nightly dream-hunts, and I'll smile at all my servants, and my slaves, and I'll open my beak, and I'll just start gorging. And I'll just… never stop." He shivered, running his tongue over his beak. "By the time I'm done, I'll probably be large and heavy enough that the palace will collapse under me when I land. And when that happens I'll leave it as rubble, and go searching for other dimensions to prey on. The palace doesn't matter, in truth. It's just another tool to use to smother you all under my ego. And it does that perfectly. I don't really know why I'm so determined to find this error."

Venir gave a small, bitter laugh. "You're a narcissistic monster. That's why. And t-that's why you didn't do anything about it until I noticed too. You built the tower, so if it's flawed, so are you. And you couldn't bear the idea that someone thought of you or your creations as less than perfect."

The Emperor chuckled. "That's true. I've changed that, at least. I can sense it in your head. You see me as perfect, alright."

"A perfect m-monster doesn't count."

"It does. In the end, it's the only type of perfect that does." Goldeneye dipped his head, nuzzling at him. His beak was impossibly gentle for something so large. "It is. So, are you ready to squirm your way down my throat?"

Venir was almost surprised to feel the terror returning. He thought he'd run out. "No," he whispered. "No, please." His limbs began to shake, his ears flattened, and his voice came out in a meek whimper as he tried to scrabble out from under the gryphon's beak. "Wait. Wait, wait, w-wait. Please, I, I can try again. I just need more time. Please, please, I said you were perfect, I'll say it again, I-I'll say - I'll do anything you want. Please!"

"I know you will." Heavy claws caressed his back, squeezing the breath from his lungs, and his paws were enveloped in hot, silken flesh. Goldeneye's maw was softer than any pillow Venir had ever felt. He screamed, kicking desperately, but all he felt all around was the enormous avian maw, and the weight of the gryphon's talons kept him from being able to escape. Goldeneye's tongue wrapped around his legs, slithering up under his formal robes with horrible dexterity.

So beg.

Venir tried, but it came out as a scream. He couldn't believe how strong his own panic was. The tightness, the wetness, the heat, the heat! His legs were slurped in, and every inch sealed him under more of the smothering flesh. He howled again as his knees were devoured and his paws reached the back of the gryphon's maw, clawing at the smooth grass below in a wild attempt to get a grip. Goldeneye swallowed, a slow, lazy, devastating gulp that took the wolf into his gullet up to his knees. It was worse. His throat was even hotter, even tighter. Venir could feel slick flesh squishing into the creases between his pawpads. He screamed once more, and this time managed words.

"PLEASE! Oh s-snow gods, please! Just stop, just o-one second please, PLEASE!"

His voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it in the midst of the terror. He squirmed with all his remaining strength as the gryphon fed him in, swallowing slowly and gently. Each gulp took in a couple more inches, condemning them forever. It took eternity, and yet he kept being astonished at how much of him was already in that gullet. Venir began to cry. But he couldn't stop.

"Please, y-your majesty, your divinity, your everything, please please please, I'll do anything, I'll build y-you a thousand palaces just oh snow gods please-"

He realised why his words seemed familiar as his hips were devoured, his tail writhing uselessly against the tight confines of the gryphon's maw, before it was coiled around by the monster's tongue. He'd heard the same tone of rising panic and total despair dozens of times over, as Goldeneye devoured the other attendees. It had not saved them.

But just like them, he could not stop. The terror felt like a physical thing writhing inside his chest, trapped just as he was by the hot squelching flesh, now slithering up his belly. Goldeneye lifted his beak up, carrying the wolf easily to a position where gravity could aid his gulping. Not that it was needed. The gryphon's throat muscles were probably strong enough to drag a whole army down into his belly.

And yet still Venir strained with strength he had never even known he'd had. He grabbed onto the edges, pulling with all his might, fighting desperately for just one more second, but couldn't gain a fraction of an inch from the hot, greedy tunnel. When his arms cramped, he switched tactics and tried to push back against the soft, gooey flesh instead. It lasted a few seconds before his hands slipped, and were suckled in as well. He kept going, bending his spine like a demented fish in an attempt to writhe free from the dripping maw. He was soaked to the skin and close to hyperventilating from the heat. And still he begged, and pleaded, for the tiniest scrap of mercy, or kindness, or anything but gluttony, until he ran out of words and breath.

Good boy. The bird's beak silhouetted his view from above and below. Break.

"W… w-why? So you can crack my soul open easier and steal what I've learned?" Venir tried to wipe his eyes free of the thick, slathering saliva, forgetting how his arms were caught. He ground his face against the bird's tongue in a vain attempt to clear his view, succeeding only in rubbing his taste in.

No. I just like it. The view around Venir shifted, looking towards the palace once more. It was drawing close to sunset, and the warm light made it look like it was not merely ornamented in gold, but made of it entirely. It was the most beautiful last sight Venir could have asked for. And it was still wrong, and he still didn't know why.

But it no longer nagged at him. To his bitter amusement, Venir realised that he didn't care about the mystery anymore. All he wanted was to see something that wasn't the gryphon's mouth, for a few more seconds.

"Fuck you," he whimpered, squirming to try and keep his gaze on the outside world. His vision blurred as another strand of drool lazily dribbled over his face. The palace turned to a blurry mess, reduced to gooey shapes. He squinted desperately, his memory trying to fill in the gaps. But all he could remember was the drawings he had studied. The clerical centres of Iswyrn. The bridges of Alnorqes. The clustered towers in Olreis….

He gasped, just as the glob fell from his face, and with a few seconds of furious blinking he could see the palace again. The design was not simply similar. It was identical. It was the towers of Olreis… except that the proportions were perfectly in line with Iswyrn's towers of government, and their relationship between each one was lifted directly from a multi-building library in Tesn-akra, far to the North. The bridges were a replica of those in Alnorques… but the style was a mix of Relti and Syphian, with the archways unique to Tolascilosc. Everywhere he looked, he could see another element that had been lifted exactly from another great building, but blended with dozens of others so deeply that it was impossible to tell, unless you were intimately familiar with every one of them.

It was a copy. It was thousands of pieces of copies from different places, all stuck together, and nowhere that he looked could he see a single inch of it that was in any way original. Mathematically, it was perfect. Aesthetically, it was a masterclass in blending styles from every part of the globe. Creatively, it was nothing at all.

Goldeneye had no doubt seen it in his brain. He said nothing as Venir began to laugh. His voice was hoarse from all the screaming and weak from the way the bird's gullet smothered his lungs, but he knew the Emperor would hear.

"Well, t-there you go, you… divinity. You fat fucking asshole of a bird. There's your problem. You didn't design any of this. You just took the knowledge of those hundreds of you murdered with your guts, and you squashed it all together like- like a child playing with clay, and you called it your own."

The gryphon was silent, and Venir's laughter faded away into silence. "I did it," he said at last. "I… found the problem. I did what you couldn't. And you said if I did, you'd let me go."

The massive body around him quivered, as the bird took an enormous breath through his nares. Hot air played through Venir's sodden fur.

"C-come on. Are you going to b-break your word now because you… you lost? Because I did what you couldn't?" Venir coughed up a mouthful of steaming saliva. "Just... let me go. P... please."

I will not break my word, little wolf. Goldeneye's voice was quiet, with less of his malicious glee than usual. Your soul will be unharmed. I will not tear it in half for the knowledge within it.

Now that the words were spoken again, they seemed less reassuring than Venir had thought. He swallowed.

"So… can you let me… go?"

Another pause. Then:

I will digest your body, and let you feel your flesh liquefy like hot wax and your bones melt like peppermint candies. But I will not harm your soul. I will let it slither through my body like an ethereal serpent, feeling every inch of me, testing every line of my musculature, every layer of my fat - and after I churn your friends up as well, there's going to be plenty of that - every dark twisted tunnel of my guts and every sizzling crease of my guts. But I will not harm your soul. I will make it suffer, make it cower, and beg for centuries on end, but I will not harm it. You can judge my body to see if it's as "uncreative" as my palace. I am not a child playing with clay, Venir, you morsel.

The words fell like iron plates crashing into him. Venir could feel the heart of the emperor's cruel lust on the inside of his skull, until the saliva covering his head began to steam. "N-no," he whispered. "N-no, please, I'm sorry, I never meant to-"

No sorries, gutslut. The gryphon's tongue wrapped around his neck. After all, you helped me. I am grateful, truly. I was young then, when I first built the palace. I swallowed so many lives to give me the artistic expertise I needed, but I didn't know how to truly make their skills my own. All I could do was copy them.

"R-right! You… you need me. I can help, I promise! I can do originals too!"

No. I am not that gluttonous insect-mind I was back then. There was an anger to Goldeneye's voice which he had never heard before in any living thing. You are… not completely wrong in your descriptions. I was not a child playing with clay back then, I was an amoeba, or perhaps some other form of microbe. Regurgitating the knowledge I had stolen to make myself stronger, blind and unthinking. Perhaps… not even… sapient. He paused, and the wolf thought he could detect the faintest of tremors in the enormous body around him. But not anymore. I have rebuilt my body over two thousand times since I first created it, Venir. And I have rebuilt my mind almost fifteen million times in the same period, changing and improving it every moment of every day. I have made myself perfect, through sheer focus and hunger. I should have known I'd need to rebuild my other creations too. Little by little, the sadistic pleasure was creeping back in, though the cold fury remained. His tongue curled around Venir's face, slowly squeezing him towards the back of his maw. When it's done, I'll bring your body back, return it to life in my belly, squeeze you back up my gullet and let you look at it like you are right now, and you can tell me if it's perfect at last. Then I'll swallow you again, digest you once more, and trap your soul for the next few centuries. And the next time I design something, I'll do it again. And again. For as long as it takes to ensure we're both satisfied. You with my creations. Me with your suffering.

Venir's mouth was open. The ideas just couldn't fit into his mind. The thought of this. "Please… p-please, y-you don't n-need to do this… I'm s-so s-s-sorry…"

This is not punishment, Venir. It's kindness. The beak began to close. I would hate for you to die inside me without ever seeing my works at their most perfect. I will not rush it, I promise. I'm glad, really. I like a discerning audience.

Venir tried to pull a hand up to grab at the rims of the closing beak, but they were stuck fast in the gryphon's gullet. The beautiful, derivative palace was slowly swallowed up by darkness, teasing him with its last glimpses. He screamed with terror and despair, pushing his head as far forward as it could to gain just one last look at the sky.

With a soft squelch, Goldeneye swallowed. The flesh around Venir's chest squeezed up around him, sending him down his gullet. His scream was cut off by the wet squelching noise that marked his end.

*

Goldeneye enjoyed holding grudges. They were irrational, emotional, and above all real. Proof, if it were needed, of how far he had come from his mindless younger self. Besides, the best part of every grudge was getting the vengeance he desired, and he always got it. So he squeezed the lupine bulge in his gullet as hard as he could without breaking every bone in his body, sending him down his throat in a twitching swell of misery. A single claw traced the ripple that marked the wolf's face, tasting his suffering.

Slowly, Venir squelched into the massive sagging mass of the gryphon's crop, squeezed in among a near dozen of his fellow prey. They squirmed around the intruder, trying to avoid being crushed by his presence, wailing and whimpering until the breath was driven from their lungs. Even through his thick flesh, he could see the curves of their bodies, the pressing lines of their limbs, the open screams of their faces.

Not so his stomach. Though it was bloated and heavy, the layers of powerful muscle and soft fat overlaying it served to smother any squirming forms into vague, soft shapes, barely recognisable.

He swayed his heavy hips, letting his belly swing and wobble pendulously, and plunged his mind into the midst of the caustic hell within. There was no light in there. But the darkness was erupting with sounds as the many inhabitants felt the full acidic bite of his godkilling stomach. Gurgles and sloshes, the smacks of flesh on softening flesh, and an avalanche of screams and moans, weak and hopeless now, but still just as desperate. The innocent lives broiling away in his belly gave all their effort to their voices, even as their muscles softened and sloughed away. They squirmed hard, even as they were buried under each other and submerged in the lake of sizzling, searing acids, but they screamed harder, howling for mercy with everything they had.

He replied to a few, whispering psychic taunts of cruel pleasure into their heads, and was rewarded with a wave of renewed squirming. It felt heavenly. And once they were digested body and soul, and there was no more sweet despair or feeble struggles to be smelted out of them, he would simply swallow once, and feel the mass of writhing meat in his crop squelch down into his stomach, continuing his pleasure for another long, agonising digestion.

And once that was done… He stroked the bulge of Venir lovingly. The wolf was still trying to find a comfortable position in the crush of bodies, unwilling to accept that it was impossible in such a tight space. Venir would not be the first soul forced to survive all the way through his body's total disintegration in the cauldron below. Nor would he be alone as a ghost squirming ethereally through the vastness of the gryphon's perfect body. But Goldeneye would take special pleasure in tormenting him, for as long as he wanted.

A child playing with clay. Him. Goldeneye the entity was much, much older than Goldeneye the gryphon, but he had never, ever been a child.

He walked through the silent remains of the party, licking the wolf's taste off his beak. Each step made his swollen gut sway and gurgle, massaging the mass of meat below. A few bones were already sloshing around within, though not even they would survive much longer. His crop wobbled precariously, every motion threatening to condemn its inhabitants to the churning belly below. All it would take was for the walls to relax, and send them slithering down. Even Venir froze, clinging to Losai with desperation, all of them cowering in dread and fear. Their pleas tickled the god-gryphon's ears. He had chosen to make it the sweetest sound he could possibly hear.

"I could fit you all in my gut at once, quite easily. It would drag on the floor even more heavily, but that's not an issue for me. I'm strong enough, and it feels heavenly to be so stretched with meat. But when I combine half-melted morsels with fresh, healthy morsels, the half-melted ones tend to… break apart after a few minutes of squirming. Like clumps of sugar in water. And I hate to give my liquefying littlesmelters an easy way out. So don't worry, crop-pets. You'll sink into my guts when I want you to, and not a second before."

"Monster," Venir whispered, his voice barely a tickle on the steaming walls of the gryphon's crop. "Perfect, perfect m-monster."

Goldeneye smiled, stroking him and looking at the palace. Yes, little one. And a perfect monster needs a perfect lair. Now that the wolf had pointed it out, he could see the truth. The palace was beautiful, but it was not his own. There was nothing but the echoes of other artists in there. That was all he had been once, of course. Echoes of souls, bound together into a single entity driven only to learn and grow. But no longer. He would raise a new palace, greater and more exquisite, and one truly his own, one which used the skills he had swallowed, but which was more than them. And Venir would weep to see it.

Of course, after a few years squirming through Goldeneye's guts as a tingling little soul, making Venir weep would be very, very easy. Still. It would be as perfect as the rest of him. No matter what.

The gryphon raised a claw, and far away, the stones of the palace began to tremble. To create, you had to destroy. Especially when destroying was so deliciously fun.

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