"I did tell you lies, but I am a mother. You've faced the descendants of some of my children. Every monstrous silhouette that haunts every legend, every myth, every night terror — they all trail umbilically back to between these legs, and I dissolved entire civilizations in the sizzling afterbirth. My body is a temple that outlasted all temples. Gods have worshipped here in blood and semen! Through me, you enter the population of loss. No things were before me not eternal; eternal I remain. Can you guess my final name? Lilith."
Of the fecundity of the earth there is no end; her womb breeds monsters unglimpsed by those who dwell under the sun, and her twisting entrails crawl with things white and blind. These are the children of Shub-Niggurath, who is called the Goat with One Thousand Young by those who dare not speak her name.
— Necronomicon: The Wanderings of Alhazred, by Donald Tyson
"The men, they kill... they're merciful. But the women, they want. They want to touch, to mold, to change until you are filled with them... They took Laryn. They made her eat the others, our friends. She tore off her husband's face and drank his blood. And while she ate, she grew. She swelled and turned grey and she smelled like then. They remade her in her image. Then she made more of them.
Broodmother..."
Broodmother..."
— Hespith, Dragon Age: Origins
"Did you know you're having twins?" I asked the patient as I picked up a second heartbeat on my stethoscope.
She just grinned with too many teeth as I found another, and another, and my ears began to fill with the beating of a thousand tiny hearts.
She just grinned with too many teeth as I found another, and another, and my ears began to fill with the beating of a thousand tiny hearts.
"Look at all my cute demon babies!"
— The Bed of Chaos, Dark Souls: in Summary
