Divergent Universe
Click-clack — it takes you a while before you're able to adapt to life without feet. They atrophied in this pit, growing soft before disappearing just like your wings and your exoskeleton did. But when you're in the darkness, a so-called long time is like a mere fleeting story.
Subconsciously, you open your mouth and wait for the kids to toss shredded food in. The chunks of meat are injected with digestive juices and melt in your belly like ambrosia, re-forming into their brothers and sisters. But something seems a little different today. A strong sense of dread permeates the wingflapping waves.

You: I'm starving.
You: I'm starving.
You: I'm starving.

Divergent Universe
You let out an uncharacteristic roar, but it seems that your organ responsible for that has atrophied, too. A large figure approaches you, gleeful as it pierces your skin to suck the pus and juices that pour out. Click-clack, the glands inspire its rebellion as its rear legs smash excitedly into the shell.

You: That hurts.
You: That hurts.

Divergent Universe
What happened? Your capacity for thought is not enough to understand what's going on, despite the simplicity of the question. An old, dying king and a strong, hardy elite. The kids all look at it calmly as they let it kill the mother and father of the clan.
It will replace you, become bloated, and let useless organs atrophy. But none of this is of any importance to you, anymore.

You: I'm tired.

Divergent Universe
Deep down inside a bottomless pit, you fall into a deep slumber accompanied by the roaring buzz of the Swarm as they welcome their new king.