She slumbered for longer than she had intended. The long-forgotten crypt accidentally sealed away. She had tried to break out, but even her strength did no good. She could not break her coffin and whatever held the door closed was simply too heavy, so she waited. She slept and slowly waisted away. Her body got thinner and thinner as she waited and her clothes began to rot around her, but the coffin still held. It would take ages for her to truly die but one day, would she? She lost count of time and slept.
 
You were an adventurer delving deep caves looking for treasure? Or perhaps you were an archeologist looking for ancient relics for your university? Or perhaps you were a foolish cultist looking for power in the enslavement of an eternal? Or were you just an unlucky buffoon who drunkenly stumbled into the wrong place?
 
It matters little what you were for you aren’t that anymore. What matters is that you were in the cave, you went down below and found it, found the coffin where it lay helplessly pinned behind rocks. You decided to uncover it. Did you hope for treasure? knowledge? power?
 
You found power, but it wasn’t yours.
 
You found a treasure, but it was one you could yearn for and just maybe, touch, but never own.
 
You found Knowledge, of your true place in the pecking order, of dark powers and eldritch secrets. Of what you were truly meant to be.
 
You removed the stones burying the coffin. Did you use explosives? the coffin wouldn’t be hurt by that after all. Did you simply dig? Would have taken awhile, but there was no limit to time. Did you have a crew? They are all gone now if you did.  
You saw her when the lid opened. You felt her hunger, her desire, her desperate frustration and anger.
 
You felt fear as she looked at you, revulsion as she moved at you, and joy as she took you.
 
The pain you felt as her teeth sank in and your body began to fulfill its purpose was quickly replaced with pleasure and happiness. The true happiness of certainty, of knowing what your life was about and would forever be about from now on.
 
Once you were too drained to stand you fell to your knees in awe before your goddess. She was the last thing you saw as you lost consciousness, and the only thing you hoped to see when you awoke.
 
As the light faded and your eyes closed, you hoped for all the goodness in the world that you would not die.
 
You wanted to live, you had to live. Nothing else mattered but to live.
 
Only if you lived could you continue to be her food.