A Space Whale in the MonsterVerse (AU)

[Caelicetus POV]

The insect coming out of the skullcrawler was in fact not one but two, the two were currently pure white but it was starting to change and they were touching each other's forehead, the insect's equivalent of a forehead.

I didn't notice earlier since there wasn't anything living but I could now see 'soul' and the two only had one soul that was making a tunnel between the two.

It was a color that humans would not be able to comprehend if they could see it, it was shaped like the larvae they were before but curled around itself.

In the middle of its curl was the figure of a wasp and a Hercule beetle, both in the same position as their physical counterpart. All were connected and protected in an iridescent sphere.

I made one member of the Flock fly out and its soul was in a similar sphere, the figure of a manta ray bird hybrid was in.

The sphere was connected to the other members of the Flocks, each individual was distinguishable, and this formed a network and this network is connected to me… but the connection with me is different.

I'm the conductor with the baton and they are the orchestra. The rest was blurry.

That means 'souls' are affected by the body and species, as expected why wouldn't they. I wonder what mine would look like?

I made a wormhole above my body to see my 'soul' but got nothing, it wasn't as if I didn't have a 'soul', but I only could see the sphere but nothing passed its boundary. Why?

Anyway, still curious, I made a small wormhole above a city on Earth. Human souls were also iridescent spheres and the figure inside was similar to the human in question, to every minute detail even if they were blurrier than animals on Caelum.

Of course, their souls didn't have clothes, not that it changed anything for me. Dogs don't wear clothes but humans aren't embarrassed by that fact. The same logic applies here.

There wasn't a color difference that would potentially indicate if the human was good or bad. 

Who would judge them if they are good or bad anyway? Same for the mystical concept of karma. Good and bad are purely subjective and will always be.

Maybe an invincible sky daddy or whatever bullshit people use to justify themselves, who knows they might think that r@ping a baby is a good deed and that helping for charity is a capital sin.

If there is a GOD something REALLY and TRULY Omnipotent, Omnipresent, and Omniscient it wouldn't be an individual like a human since it is Omnipresent, it is literally everything. Including myself.

That is my point of view.

I closed the wormhole, my attention back on the two insects. Their exoskeleton and wings are now completely colored.

One was similar to a Hercule beetle, a black chitinous body, with coppery wings, three sets of clawed and spiky legs, orange fur between the back and the abdomen, orange eyes, and a head adorned with two horns that took nearly half of his body length.

The second was smaller and was more similar to a wasp but there was reassemble with her other bigger body, she had black chitinous, a bipedal stance on her hind legs that were like a cat in posture, the middle like the arms of a gorilla would and two small front limbs similar to pinchers.

She had a sharp stinger at the end of her abdomen, orange eyes, coppery wings, and a sole horn, considerably smaller than the two on her other self.

I reoriented my body to face them, the two also turned and faced me and immediately bowed.

"You are Tic,", I declared to the bigger, "And you are Tac.", I said to the smaller one. (French name for Chip and Dale)

Both seemed pleased with their name if the happy chittering of their mandible and wings is an indication.

I made a follow-me gesture with two of my front flippers, and both of the titan wings started to flap, faster and faster, until it would have been a blur to human eyes.

Something commendable with their sizes, especially Tic. There also was a very, very loud buzzing sound and he made a lot of wind and dust fly on take off.

Beetles are usually loud when flying, so one the size of a plane will be much, much louder than its Earth counterpart.

We flew where Poyo and Olaf were playing frisbee with a certain face hugger starfish, Peach. Who seemed resigned to its fate.

Olaf the ice titan stopped playing and ran in my direction while his tail was wagging. Poyo was surprised and ended up missing Peach who flew in my direction.

I presented the new titan, which was at the same time two titans, and told them that killing and crippling each other was forbidden but everything else was fair game.

One month passed without me doing much, so I scooted the hyperspace in search of other interesting universes.

There was one with a planet where humans hunted animals with bipedal cats as companions. 

The reaction of the spiky dragon with two huge horns on his head when he noticed me was priceless, he made a high-pitched screech of utter terror and despair before flying away as fast and far as he could.

The group of humans who also saw my eye through the wormhole immediately panicked and started to run away except one that scoffed at the other and shot at my eye with her strange crossbow Gatling gun hybrid thingy. Her cat had also abandoned her.

I was feeling peckish.

She tasted better than Kim and was extra crunchy and tasty with her armor made of hide, bone, claw, and scale of other animals.

I will use this planet as a training ground for my children, Poyo for example is already two times bigger than the dragon that I scared shitless earlier. I know some beings in it are strong, even if the word strong might bit of an exaggeration for them.

Anyway, this was one of the scarce universes where I found something interesting immediately where the time dilation was not ridiculously different from my home universe.

I prefer when time passes the same, or a bit faster but not to an extreme degree.

Most of the time I find a universe, I appear in the space between galaxies. But repeating this process a thousand times will lead to the apparition of good results like the one with the stupid hunter lady.

On another note.

I was currently at the bottom of the Abyss, at this level there wasn't anything living except black shadowy figures with purple-tipped wings and tails.

They can't interact with pretty much anything and make howling sounds, they instantly die in contact with any source of daylight or my body light or when they are above this level of the Abyss. Otherwise, they are pretty much unkillable.

I looked down at the Force Priestess seated on a chair made of grey stone. In front of her was a grey stone table with chocolate chip cookies on a grey stone plate.

In front of her was Al-An seated on a chair adapted to his body. He flicked one of his floating back arms and a green holographic piece of paper with a green holographic pen appeared.

Anger couldn't speak without the Force, her face was a mask of constant anger after all.

Though she could eat, her real mouth was below her chin, it was just not made to speak, she could only make gurgling sounds with meaningless clicks.

She also learned how to walk, something she seems to despise while she is also proud of that at the same time. A two years old human toddler was still better than her that it will pass for an Olympian champion in comparison, however.

It's one of the monthly sessions where we communicate. She learned to write in Arch, the Architect's equivalent of English. I also learned this language while at it and Al-An took the metric system and mixed it with the Architect's one.

Anger took the pen and stared at it with contemplation, she was like this for five minutes until she wrote, 'I will comply.'

Al-An's idea to use foods worked, the cookie that she seemingly loved was my input though.

Nonetheless, she was persistent, six months in a chamber made in an area of the Abyss with time dilation and without food. She might survive but that didn't mean she didn't feel hunger.