"Yes," Qebhet agreed, emphatic. She'd been foolish, worse than foolish to leave herself so vulnerable. And the beast was so much worse than than even those horrific flashes of borrowed memory had hinted.
"There was such chaos in it, Hecate." Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper, distress pinching her expression. "What it did to me, that poison, I… I think that's what it is. All violence and cruelty and… disparate parts."
She remembered the thought that had flashed across her mind when it had pinned her. She'd wondered then if it would be her death, a true and final death, or if her soul would be trapped inside of it forever. Now she wondered the same of the other souls it had devoured. Were they obliterated, or did the beast somehow... digest them, trap their essence in itself?