[SWE] The Core and the Voice

Only once he had fed, napped and properly recovered did Lucas brave stepping into that giant black dick again. But once his senses had cleared - even if he did feel sluggish as all hell from feeding - he recognised the call. That siren song that had been dormant within the Spire all this time... and it was up that it took him, rather than down. That, too, was infinitely better in his opinion. He was not the first to arrive in the obsidian chamber, the dome stiflingly quiet, like a held breath. Lucas stepped inside, recognising in the grotesque figure suspended from the ceiling the vague features of the Voice. "Hell's bells," he whispered. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk