preludeThe child’s cries floated on the breeze of the warm summer night, echoing through the woods, piercing the very soul of any unfortunate enough to be near it. The crimson liquid smeared across his face had since coagulated and turned into a paste, two identical streams lined his cheeks from where the tears had washed away a small portion of the new paint. “It’s awful, y’know... He was sick in the head they say, wasn’t right... Always talkin’ bout demons and other nonsense. Family ain’t never had no sense anyways, way they was behavin’ ain’t no surprise somethin’ had done gone wrong wprelude
An Excerpt...“From henceforth I bestow the name of Kin Slayer upon you most wicked of men, you are the Shan Mordin! Your evils are boundless, and your heart has grown as black and jaded as Scorpio’s eyes. Never again will the race of mortals know you as Darrien Orren, your birth name is forever stricken from history! I curse you.”An Excerpt
The words of Korigin Doomhammer would have cut deep, but he no longer felt remorse, guilt, sadness, or any self defeating emotion. All that was left was hunger, which fueled desire, which in turn fueled an uncontrollable lustrous rage. His actions were now whimsical, and uncontrollable. With the body of Zenis bef
Immaculate Crucifixion
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goodbye
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Origin-Of-Symmetry said.
"We have an abysmal fear of that lurking horror, our personal unconscious. Hence one prefers to tell others 'how to do it.' That the improvement of the whole begins with the individual, even with myself, never enters our heads."
~C.G. Jung
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Momentary glimpse of sweet surrealness.
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dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know your not around
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