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Bells howled and
Church bells rang as
Evil sprung upon the land
Time was sand
In this new plan
Plaything, playtime
time against chime
He who walks alone.
The melodic chanting surrounded the macabre lyrics as the summoning commenced.
The curse continued solidifying as the creature took a tangible form, a new shape peeling from the vessel of the scarred sacrifice laid before him. Evil unfurling at all ends of the world as his fingertips began to grip from the portal from Hell, sliced from the flesh of man.
Called by the chants and echoes of a backwards song.
An embryo of thoughts and sound.
Brought to being by mysticism and spell.
A creature beyond time,
welcomed into the shadow of a world
ruled by mortal men poisoned by
the darkest parts of their own souls.
The ritual welcomed the reborn demon, the ichor of his skin, the wretched texture of twine as he gnarled his lips into a grin. Impatient teeth, waiting for their first bite, chomped down on his closest victim. A summoner. He slurped the hot gore down his throat. There was no flesh where he had come from. The liquid did not sate him, instead, drove his madness further while his owl-like head peeled across the room popping with his spine as it made a full round.
A room illuminated by flame of candle, his ghastly form emerged pulled at his joints like a puppet without string, from the five points of a chalk star etched into the ground. At each point, little humanoid trinkets that held energetic tethers to all things satanic.
Their curse had required more than one blood sacrifice -one wholly willing- or hadn’t they known that when they read their Latin manual?
The smile on Eddie’s face, now bathed in blood, surged brighter while the ivory of his teeth dripped with fresh depleting life. Now, it is finished. Life had been taken to ensure his stay.
Master would be proud and pleased. There was work to do and havoc to keep.
His bloodied mouth twitched at the warm ooze of horror, he could still taste the faintest form of the life he’d sipped while the body gurgled on the floor, limp at his feet. The echo of an uncast scream on his tongue. The ooze pooled from the jugular of the hooded corpse, liquid marring across the pentagram and pooling from the center where his victim lay. Where he had risen. The artistic spread slowly churned, the glistening blackness of blood painting against the rotting wooden floor of this decrepit shack.
He’d been pulled from a Hellish throne to this dismal doorway. However, the atmosphere was just perfect by his own making.
He was free. His life now, anointed by the flesh sacrifice of sin. Immortal in this realm. For he had only one master.
The candles that once blazed around him caught the invisible wind as he cast evil wherever his foot fell and whispered away into charred wicks.
Slowly, he rose. Here, in the mortal realm. Surrounded by all the riches in the world. More movement tweaked the side of his rotted lips and alas, the demon’s head latched back, an immense sound freed from its open throat. A tone of sickening goo, as the fleshless demon took his total form, appearing as a hollow corpse in search of eternal torment.
That of souls and blood.
And they were his for the taking.
“MmmmmmwwahhhaaaMwahahaha…”
Church bells rang as
Evil sprung upon the land
Time was sand
In this new plan
Plaything, playtime
time against chime
He who walks alone.
The melodic chanting surrounded the macabre lyrics as the summoning commenced.
I'm on the run, I kill to eat
I'm starving now, feelin' dead on my feet
Goin' all the way, I'm nature's beast
Do what I want and do as I please
Run, fight to breathe, it's tough
Now you see me, now you don't
Break the walls, I'm comin' out
Not a prisoner, I'm a free man
And my blood is my own now
Don't care where the past was
I know where I'm going out
If you kill me, it's self defense
if I kill you then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You'll be afraid when I call out your name
The curse continued solidifying as the creature took a tangible form, a new shape peeling from the vessel of the scarred sacrifice laid before him. Evil unfurling at all ends of the world as his fingertips began to grip from the portal from Hell, sliced from the flesh of man.
Called by the chants and echoes of a backwards song.
An embryo of thoughts and sound.
Brought to being by mysticism and spell.
A creature beyond time,
welcomed into the shadow of a world
ruled by mortal men poisoned by
the darkest parts of their own souls.
The ritual welcomed the reborn demon, the ichor of his skin, the wretched texture of twine as he gnarled his lips into a grin. Impatient teeth, waiting for their first bite, chomped down on his closest victim. A summoner. He slurped the hot gore down his throat. There was no flesh where he had come from. The liquid did not sate him, instead, drove his madness further while his owl-like head peeled across the room popping with his spine as it made a full round.
A room illuminated by flame of candle, his ghastly form emerged pulled at his joints like a puppet without string, from the five points of a chalk star etched into the ground. At each point, little humanoid trinkets that held energetic tethers to all things satanic.
Their curse had required more than one blood sacrifice -one wholly willing- or hadn’t they known that when they read their Latin manual?
The smile on Eddie’s face, now bathed in blood, surged brighter while the ivory of his teeth dripped with fresh depleting life. Now, it is finished. Life had been taken to ensure his stay.
Master would be proud and pleased. There was work to do and havoc to keep.
His bloodied mouth twitched at the warm ooze of horror, he could still taste the faintest form of the life he’d sipped while the body gurgled on the floor, limp at his feet. The echo of an uncast scream on his tongue. The ooze pooled from the jugular of the hooded corpse, liquid marring across the pentagram and pooling from the center where his victim lay. Where he had risen. The artistic spread slowly churned, the glistening blackness of blood painting against the rotting wooden floor of this decrepit shack.
He’d been pulled from a Hellish throne to this dismal doorway. However, the atmosphere was just perfect by his own making.
He was free. His life now, anointed by the flesh sacrifice of sin. Immortal in this realm. For he had only one master.
The candles that once blazed around him caught the invisible wind as he cast evil wherever his foot fell and whispered away into charred wicks.
Slowly, he rose. Here, in the mortal realm. Surrounded by all the riches in the world. More movement tweaked the side of his rotted lips and alas, the demon’s head latched back, an immense sound freed from its open throat. A tone of sickening goo, as the fleshless demon took his total form, appearing as a hollow corpse in search of eternal torment.
That of souls and blood.
And they were his for the taking.
“MmmmmmwwahhhaaaMwahahaha…”