TW: mentioning of child sacrifice, cult
Jumping into the chasm was always an adventure in itself. Normally Ahery didn't like to leave to places without knowing the risk. However with the help of his mymber, the cultist had come to enjoy the little gamble now and then. Such as today, when he hugged the blue colored, teethy minion and took a leap. The ixi closed his eyes and offered a small prayer to The Phoenix as he soared into the chaos that was the Chasm. Colors that were purple, meaty and other colors both named and unnamed swirled past him. He could hear his mymber chattering away happily, Then his stomach lurches as his guide took a deep dive into a crack that had tickled its curiosity. A voiceless scream was ripped from his throat and then he was on a plane he had seen often on his travels. Ahery suspected the mymber had a connection to this place. Time stopped as he floated in the colorful nebula. From somewhere, the horizon or deep within the the nebula rose a being as an eye
Fool Enough to Wed a Faerie by CarpeVesperum, literature
Literature
Fool Enough to Wed a Faerie
The Faerie live deep underground
With gold and silver they are crowned
They feast on fruit and honey sweet
And the finest cuts of meat
They get drunk on currant wine
And spirits of fermented pine
They sleep on beds of poppy flowers
And awaken at all hours
They never want for anything
Living in their mounds like kings
If I were fool enough to marry
I’d be fool enough to wed a Faerie
I am the hunger in you, a craving for blood
an unquenchable thirst for death
I am the lonely wind in your hair
that comes from the north, to harden your bones
I am the moss that you sleep on
a nature's howl you hear at night, when lust for freedom swallows your dreams
I am the raven called by your demise
a black omen circling over your last battle
I am the rain that comes from the skies
to take you where you belong
to carry you home
wrapped around bones
a graceful past; her throat filled with black flowers
petals pouring from her mouth, fractured sanity shattered in half
her eyes - a gravity of your fears
white as snow; empty like dry oceans
faints suns; pale stars on the starved sky
each day closer to you; looming with threat from above
wrapped around night
her skin pulsing with ageless music of passing hours
bleeding with love, dripping with rotting delight
a stark enchantment of decomposing virtue
all so beautifully decayed
strawberry juice on your lips
ready to be tasted; delicious symphony of flavors
sweet like warm blood; even sweeter when filled with agony
your skin drips with hidden notes of iron
offered to me with a silent keen
suicidal moth eager to swallow the flame
a sentence of death for my immortality
a cruel light burning down my shadow
A Gift for Insatiable by Laurent-Auvel, literature
Literature
A Gift for Insatiable
angels with crimson wings - they came from the frozen night
with triangles and cubes - with stars threaded on chains
their tears blooming with blood - filling the pathaways with reflections
mirrors and candles; wax slipping into open jaws
angels with scars - an offering for the cosmic wind
carousing through the empty halls
pale stone and tattered drapes
cold and pure - a word becoming flesh
a ruby monument carried on the willing backs
a gift for the insatiable
I am made of dreams and nightmares. Of fire and earth.
Flaming mirages of good life, that is so close yet still unreachable, like forbidden fruit; juice dripping on my skin, staining it with red and yellow, with sun and stars, but never reaching my mouth. A torture of being one step from the fulfillment, a personal Tartarus of punishment without guilt.
I am becoming Hades himself, shaping my torment into strength; I am a king of my own pain, a god of Styx, which flows through my veins long enough to change my heart into a bone muscle, pumping ink, feeding on my own suffering.
I am stronger with my shadow. It eats my fear, and replaces it with anger.
Which kills my enemies with burning flame, buries them alive in the black soil. My nightmares scream, my prey writhes in the net made of crimson rage and blood thorns.
I won't go in peace, I will fight with talons and teeth. To reach the forbidden fruit, to the sound of fate's laughter turning into delicious silence of death.
we release our gloating demons
visceral creatures lusting for blood, melting inside us
we whisper promises dripping with boiling shadows
ascending into heavens - rooting deeper in hell
we release our hellhounds
hungry for open flesh, they maws trickling of agony and bliss
sinners with halos, fallen gods - crawling in rust and coal
intrusive delight of gravitating straight into an abyss
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