Totally won't chew your arm off

ALT “𝐆𝐑𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇! 𝐆𝐑𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇!! 𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀! 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! 𝐎𝐇, 𝐍𝐎, 𝐍𝐎, 𝐍𝐎! 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎!” ~ IT

ALT She had become his perfect nest. His own little incubator for horrors yet to come. A living sanctuary for the unspeakable things he would bring into existence. And the most delicious part? He had only just begun.

ALT “𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓! 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋! 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐋! 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏! 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒!” The cruel creature slammed down with a force capable of cracking any human skull. Every single impact made the very ground shake just a little more. His saliva dripped from his rotting lips. As he observed the worthless human beneath him, his pace only quickened. He wanted her to choke. To drown in his ire and fire. To make her throat ache until her very voice and screams were no more. He wouldn't rest until she understood her place. And that place was beneath him. For he was her god, and she was the bound.

ALT "𝐆𝐊𝐊𝐇! 𝐊𝐎𝐅𝐅! 𝐊𝐎𝐅𝐅! 𝐆𝐋𝐊!𝐆𝐋𝐊!" Ruh couldn't breathe. There was only fire. Cosmic fire running down her throat. The impact of his balls against her chin, of his waist against her face made her world shake as if an earthquake were taking place. Her vision danced as she fought for dear life to keep herself from choking.

ALT “𝐌𝐦𝐦𝐦𝐦𝐦, 𝐠𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡!! 𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐏! 𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐏! 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐏! 𝐆𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐫…” Like a hungry beast, IT couldn't resist the urge to savor the meat beneath him. Her scent was beyond intoxicating, an irresistible temptation that crawled beneath his skin. He knew all too well that no matter which crevice he chose, the result would always be the same. Her blue essence possessed a flavor unlike anything else, both supernatural and carnal. He could taste it all: her doubts, her fear, her excitement… even the very essence of her soul. And the deeper he delved, the more of the sea he tasted.

ALT “𝐍𝐍𝐆𝐍𝐍! 𝐅-𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊! 𝐎-𝐎𝐇, 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊! 𝐅-𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔! 𝐁-𝐁𝐀𝐒— 𝐀-𝐀𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡!” She was losing her mind. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She hated him. She hated everything about him. So why was her body submitting to his touch? To his disgusting, monstrous touch? This vile creature shouldn't make her feel these things. And yet, as his multiple slimy, vile black tongues danced within her twitching cunt, she found herself screaming and cursing his name with both anger and lust. Then she felt it. She was bleeding. Bleeding blue, right into his mouth. Her worst nightmare was feeding upon her sins.

ALT “𝗥𝘂𝘂𝗨𝘂𝗨𝘂𝗨𝘂𝗛… 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼? 𝗜𝘀 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗚𝗢𝗗?” ~ IT After months of relentless hunting and an abnormal surge in gluttony, the celestial bodies finally began to align. Pennywise knew what time had come. The 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 was upon him. His 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 had awakened, and years of accumulated hunger and anticipation were finally reaching their breaking point. There was only one creature he wanted. One particular human, somewhere beyond the darkness. Ruh. And should she refuse him, he would remind her that he had already taken an entire world from her once before. He would not be denied. Not tonight. Not when the heavens themselves had seemingly ordained this crimson occasion. Burning with an ancient, unnatural fever, the hungry god made his way toward Ruh's home on All Hallows' Eve. The stars were aligned. The Deadlights were stirring. And the fever was rising.

ALT Within all his rot and wickedness, the starving Devourer had not forgotten to bring offerings for his little puppet. A generous gesture, really. Though generosity was hardly the intention. He tossed the treats in her direction with all the regard one might give a stray animal, taking particular delight in the humiliation of it. After all, what were a few sweets between a god and his favorite little nuisance? There was just one small detail. The candy was tucked inside a human head. He had brought himself a treat, too. He even had a name for them: “SweetMEATs!”

ALT 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐊. 𝐆𝐋𝐊. 𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐏. 𝐇𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒… 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇. Affected by Pennywise's Astral Fever, Ruh had fallen partially under the Deadlights' spell. Forced to kneel before him, she fought desperately against the unnatural command. Her tongue moved despite her disgust, dragging across the burning surface of the Deadlights. The crimson light stung with an almost unbearable intensity. The longer the exposure continued, the more violently the light pulsed beneath her tongue. Even the very smell of it was unbearable. Her nostrils ached, as though she were breathing nothing but fire. And Pennywise found the entire spectacle terribly amusing.