Summary: Sessyoin Kiara eats most of Chaldea.

Author’s Notes: Yo! This item was the result of an art trade with  ExpPerfect.  Thor11 commissioned the artist for me and I wrote the Honkai: Star Rail Story he wanted. The story below is of my creation and is meant to accompany the artwork. I hope that you enjoy both the wonderful image and the story below.

Word Count: 2,831

Link to ExpPerfect’s image: https://aryion.com/g4/view/989272

Story:

Fujimaru Ritsuka had failed.

Not in her mission to save humanity.

No…the ever-faithful enemy would make certain that the dream and hopes of Chaldea’s master would stay intact. Rather, Ritsuka failed the tests that Sessyoin Kiara set out for her. To stay the pure and enduring hero of the story.

Squelch

If only Ritsuka ignored the temptations rife through Chaldea and her several servants, then so many so many lives would not be caught in the inescapable maelstrom of rolling celestial flesh. As the gentle and guiding woman, a fuzzy and vague individual in Chaldea, had noticed. And solemnly/excitedly began the eve of destruction.

How sumptuous it was.

Sglish

It was but a moment…the servants of Chaldea were going about their day. When the focal point of humanity and its history shifted. Towards a hazy and obfuscated existence that radiated with such intense light. A full-figured woman that was no more than a timid introvert but had more than enough social capacity to be active. To be a pillar for others, to root for them, and simultaneously be their worst adversary. To win. To lose. It was all the same rapturous euphoria for Sessyoin Kiara.

Squelch

Then Fujimaru Ritsuka fell prey to hedonism. Kiara both cried in anguish and triumph. Despondency and Ecstasy enveloped the voluptuous woman of charity. Then the next moment occurred in the celestial calendar occurred for the Servants of Chaldea. A veritable apocalypse. The esophagus and the tantalizing lips that served as their gates were ignored, in preference of a more sudden entry to hell.

Heaven’s Hole

GLUCK

Each heroic spirit and every aspect of human history accumulated in Chaldea, proper and improper, were tugged by the coruscating light.

GLUCK

The vortex pulsed and squished its airtight hole around the bodies of those suctioned through. Like a collapsing duct that wrapped around them like a firm button.

GLUCK

Towards the center of the spellbinding demoness wearing a nun’s habit. There was no means of escape for knight, monster, or even the gods. The transcendental current that ignored concepts was akin to a black hole.

GLUCK

What awaited past the other side was mere unending ramparts of black and red flesh, stuffed with oscillating rubies. They served as the rugated lining of ovular cavity of flesh. A tsunami of red liquid steamed, boiled, and engulfed the Servants that entered the space. A space deep…so deep within Sessyoin Kiara. As the unstoppable predator softly traced her fingers along the other side of the endless strata of cosmic flesh, muscle, and fat. A fluttering sigh, that matched the sensation she felt within, spilled between slightly parted lips.

The saturated atmosphere, a visible cloud, that emerged from the normal sized woman sitting in the uninhabited library, bearing an abdomen best qualified as a slender slope of sinew and well placed adipose, was the death fumes of the weaker servants that perished in the first bloody wave. Ironically, that included Servants like the Elizabeth Bathories, Carmilla, and Baobhan Sith. Individuals who held a strong connection with blood. Only for the searing, sanguine viscosity to degrade their spirit origins, their tangible forms, right down to their circuits. Their connection to the Throne of Heroes snipped by the red tidal wave of ooze. A slimy solution that burned as hot as the sun, brought an explosive torment with a pressure commensurate to the ocean’s floor, and prolonged their consciousness in a celestial torture that rivaled the wildest fascinations of the most unearthly entities that dwelled in the deepest recesses of outer space. The bloodsucking Servants’ puny existences became a drop in this sea of gastric red. An endless ocean that grew denser. As more melting Servants plunged under the gravity of liquid sin. The flow dictated by the meaty turns and seismic shakes. Never to resurface as they were absorbed into the meat of the digestive lining.

BURUGLUSH

The gushing storm of nuclear blood did not have any end. It was followed by a rhythmic clench and churn. The wrinkled stomach folds pulsed with a divine warmth and devilish might. Servants known for their strength and physical stature were no match. Ivan the Terrible, Heracles, and Ibuki-Douji fought with all the ferocity that they could. Howling and laughing maniacally as they tried to leverage their superhuman abilities to reach the borders of this hammer space gut. They dove their dissolving bodies, regenerating and melting at equal rates, into the fat girth of those pounding gastric folds. Their arms thrust deep into the alien beef. Yet the harm that should have been inflicted on flesh had only one target. It was not the borders of the stomach, which expanded with Kiara’s unleashed primal sadism, like the expanding borders of the foreseeable space of existence. The brutality they inflicted could only fall upon themselves. Space and time distorted within the cramped and endless gut.

Laws of Physics be damned.

Frothing gastric bubbles burst in front of their bodies with the strength of celestial bodies. The Moon itself was a crater-causing cataclysm. Reducing the towering demi-god into thick bundles of firm Heracles meat. The hero spread as chunks in the surface of the liquid cemetery. Simultaneously, airs of gaseous Jupiter extirpated and obliterated Ibuki-Douji. The Divine Snake Oni cackling as she was reduced to just a skull, rib cage, and long spinal cord that sank down into a darkening spot of chyme. Like a sunspot that burned hotter with its nebulous gravitational pull. Tugging tens upon tens of weaker Servants to a swift death and absorption. The erythematous solution effortlessly captured the fracturing body of Ivan the Terrible. Who soundlessly groaned as his meat was tenderized and softened into bubbling protein. Not even a named celestial body necessary to digest him down.

SLOOSSSHHH

Try as they might. The divine existences that found themselves trapped in this hell fell. Simply due to their own hubris. They inspected the bloodbath as observers, tried to help the weaker Servants, or even took advantage of the pandemonium to fulfill their own vices. Regardless of what led to their delayed choice to escape. The cosmic gut had become burdened with the massive number of spirit origins untethered from the Throne of Heroes. With nowhere to go…their powers and identities were forced to be entombed in this sepulchral, gory palace. Never to be summoned again.

The folds bloated and glistened with secreting fire and slime. The oozing acids engulfed the energy and reached a deadly state of plasma. The mephitic pseudo-vacuum became as deadly as empty space. Airless, but what should have been absolute freezing, was increasing ever higher in temperatures.

The foolish divinities, that didn’t escape when they had the chance, were mortified to see their ethereal form untwine. As gushing fountains of black meat, blood, and viscera. Or as diffusing specks of gold that coalesced into concentrated clouds of dusts. Gilgamesh volleyed his unlimited number of noble phantasms. Quetzalcoatl unloaded her divine knee, backed by blistering solar energy. Vritra conjured as many dark tendrils of serpentine form and draconic might. Each individual could have matched the strength of the individual aspects of this cosmic gastric cathedral. However, these haughty divinities were too powerful and self-assured as individuals to combine their talents and conceptual authorities. In the face of a symphony of flesh, burgeoning with so much siphoned and unwieldy power, focused on the singular task of mulching their existence into a grainy pulp, they fell one by one. With slick squelches, muted by the garrulous orchestra, signaling their end. The Throne of Heroes was slowly but surely vacated. Until the devoured and digested existences were supplanted by the singularly epitome of humanity.

A woman that was tender and unrelenting in her destructive actions. Whose groaning core, eking out the final squeaks and squeals of softening prey, was cloaked in their larger-than life remains. A gory canvas of a gastric sky composed of stygian aether and the stars that were wedded to it. In intimate and eternal congress. As Sessyoin Kiara earnestly reached a point to usurp the Throne of Heroes. All existence of those she devoured forever entombed as squishing fat and contracting, constricting musculature.

Outside Kiara’s contours were adorned by thick layers that jiggled and bulged as a sensual meal to the eye. A sight that none that invariably met their demise in the Heaven’s Hole would meet.

GOORRROOAAANNN

Instead, the breathy voice of the gentle woman boomed like a collapsing star. Her blissful coos, as she brimmed with the energy of Chaldea’s digesting pantheon, were a disastrous force for the dying Servants. Those that were unfortunately still alive in this torturous hell were brought to their knees. The mere sonic booms thwarting any attempt that they now concocted to escape this deepening digestive pit. All they could do was feel the reverberations hastened the rending of their existence.

There was but one existence that still aimed for the outer expanse. Into the unknown. What used to be familiar to the field of prey before their minds were broken.

A Servant that was a field of growing stars.

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“Sowaka…Sowaka…”

Sessyoin Kiara spread her legs. She had to. A wave of overwhelming carnality diffused through her abundance. Sinful flesh repurposed for the saintliness of humanity. Punished and rewarded through the self-immolation of prayer and restraint. Yet, it just made the physical sexuality inherent to her religious foundation, and beyond, more alluring.

Grrgle

The wet borborygmi splattered through the percolating slosh traveling in her complex series of organic sleeve. Stomach, intestines, and all the accessory organs. Conventional names for the gastrointestinal system that just didn’t fit the cleanly dressed, and simple in beauty, woman…who was more than meets the eye. The set of pulsing rings, rubbery buttons secreting corrosion, and bulging knots of velvet all coordinated to concentrate the pulpy brew into a sumptuous gulp for the absorptive lining.

So powerful and wanting, the vacuum of the essence of the perished and overwritten, that it might as well have been an act of demonic or divine nature. The chaos that swirled in this closed system of chaos. A paradox that was proven false. As the ventral rolls of belly heft tore open. A diagonal aperture that puffed and huffed in tandem with the predator dressed in tight black. Whose countenance did not signify any displeasure at what felt like a rude escape. Rather, Kiara looked down at what shot through the wet gore and her inner alien digestive hands. A knowing, pleased expression was framed by her nun’s habit and the wavy locks of black that spilled out from the gaps. Kiara’s exposed skin flushed with the same plasma that burned in her eyes. She enjoyed the challenge to her authority as the remaining human of the universe, and the possible upheaval to her plan.

“Mmh~ don’t exhaust yourself Kama. I can feel your enormous form squashing the rest of the servant within my lovely little hands.”

Kiara crooned. Her whispering, almost a seductive rasp, voice, was elegant like a swan. It echoed with a gentle and controlling strength. The pious woman’s left hand danced around the bleeding and star-studded limb. An arm that had increased to astronomical size and took advantage of a dormant cosmic hole to escape. It was the limb of Sessyoin Kiara’s counterpart. Kama.

A Goddess whose love was supposed to be so ubiquitous that she could reach universal scales in size. It’s because of that quality, that the divine prey was able to reach outside of the hammerspace of Kiara’s fattened gut. A distended corpulence that only reached this vastness of sensitive flesh, due to the hundreds of Servants that were sucked up like sugar dust, through the Heaven’s Hole of the gentle predator.

Hmmm~

“Perhaps a soulful rest in peace is not what is best. The feel of their guts squashing under your struggling contours…it just feels so intoxicating when the goo seeps into my folds.”

The massive heat threatened to spill out of Kiara’s opened midsection. So many cosmic pillars of sinuous flesh and dissolving lives. It was almost unreasonable to contain it all. Alas, it might have been predetermined. Kama’s broken limb was burdened with a nascent weight. Its vigorous grasping for a ledge to latch onto slowed. For no success was made. Even though the table’s edge was just a few centimeters away. Meanwhile, Kiara watched, with a mirthful chuckle, at the limb that gradually was siphoned of its vitality.

“Sssh~ My Dear Kama. You know as well as me that there was no other way. One of us would have eventually ended up in the other. Sowaka Sowaka~”

Kiara lifted the terminating edge of her black nun’s outfit. Clothing that was glued on too tightly to the skin of the pious woman’s engorged form. Even as the rough edges of her abdominal swell, indented with innumerable corpses of decaying Servants, lost their indents. Softening and merging with the growing blubber redistributing on Kiara’s voluptuous figure. Her left arm cocked up and brushed against the twitching opulence of sensitive skin. The silky black collision of fabric, on the stretched abdominal muscle, fed into the hot lightning that shot through the predator’s core.

Kiara’s fingers, trembling from calculation, met with Kama’s fingers, trembling from fatigue.

“Isn’t it nice. Giving your hand so that we could properly bid farewell in the end.”

Kiara pressed her palm against the cooling limb. The transfer of heat and celestial brine tingled the predator’s skin. In contrast, it left the prey, Kama, with a sense of defeat. From how weak her grip was in the woman surrounding her with an all-encompassing embrace.

No! You stupid oaf! Let me out this instant!

Kama’s fingers were losing the dance. As Kiara pressed her hand down on the outstretched limb. Compacting it and forcing the structure to bend. Any cries or screams that Kama could have uttered were lost. Muted by the moist suction and grinding squelches of Kiara’s alien-like stomach folds. Inch by each perilous inch Kama was pushed back into the chaotic maelstrom of digestive mayhem. Time slowed for the prey as she passed through a film of distorted space and time. Once again, the goddess was pushed back into Kiara’s bloated hammerspace gut. The diagonal tear into Kiara’s insides, adjacent to the teasing plunge of her navel, was resealed.

Entombing Kama back into the endless center of Kiara’s gastric universe.

Time slowed within this distorted space. Inches felt like light-years upon light-years. The screams…Kama screamed so much. Anguish. Anger. Misery. Hate. Begging. All of it out of love. A central tenet to both predator and prey. The process of digestion and assimilation continued without end. Until the heat end of the digesting universe…only for the cycle to commence again.

GLOSH

Kama’s breaking mind, within the fathomless fog of the tormenting abyss, was able to hear the other broken minds. Forever trapped. The Goddess’s senses were forced to listen to their similarly growing lunacy. Collectively they fell into depravity, insanity, and everything in between. There was so much room in between the menacing heights of overarching folds of meat. Their minds made as pliable as the comforting roads of adipose that dressed the musclebound facets of the predator’s curves. Their physical selves restructured into gastric constellations.

Glittering tattoos that dressed the endless black sky. In the design of cute caricatures or cartoon stickers that undercut the severity of their confinement.

The stomach spread and squished over the celestial stickers. As they reached further into the endless beyond…one phrase stood out beyond all others. Digestion. Assimilation. Renewal. Permanence. Physical and Transcendental. Those rumbling booms accompanied all. It became the lifeline of the perished.

So, they prayed…

Sowaka Sowaka

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Kiara gave a couple of firm pats on her padded gut. The predator felt her counterpart descend back to the rippling meat that composed the stomach’s core.

“Mmmh~ I believe that it’s time that I visit Master a visit. Maybe she would like to read a good book with me. Sowaka Sowaka.

Kiara unceremoniously stood. The seat pushed out from the simple shift of her backside. A piece of artfully designed muscle strapped by a dress of fat goblets. Numbering in the millions, as they insulated the deeper layers and the souls trapped within.

The timid woman’s breasts wobbled over the bounds of brimming stomach chub. Layers that had now softened into a doughy parabola. The jutting meat and fat rested with a small pressure on Kiara’s thickened thighs and expanded waistline. The pious woman walked with a sense of purpose and confident composure.

She did carry the vast majority of humanity’s strength and history now.

Kiara strolled without extraneous movement. A gait that would have made many martial artists and religious individuals envious. Yet her boundless form told a different story. It transformed the innocent pace into a sultry saunter. The tons of added fat and muscle couldn’t help but jostle with each heaving step that the predator took.

A saintly woman whose gentle face told she did no wrong.

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