`` ... frustration i sense in you , my love ... frustration in your war with the oneirophage ... '' mother chaos ' voice came from all around him , from every ripple and wave in the pool of her essence , where he floated like a fetus in a womb , a womb which was the size of the entire mother , which stretched , in fact , through the mother 's entire body , a labyrinth womb , a pleasure womb ... `` ... a womb for a demon prince ... `` mother chaos whispered , `` ... my demon prince ... '' chariah drifted inside mother chaos as though she were a cosmos unto herself .