"Rise, Karzełek."

[Callistus 988]

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“Dawn draws as men are called to feast
Fire fades as darkness begets the beast
When flesh and blood become as one with wine,
Damned are They who in sin intertwine.”

 

 

Beneath a great shadow risen by cries and tales of hideous daemons assailing the land, the darkness of an infantile thing long deprived of humanity awakens in the cradle of a hamlet. 

 

“Rise, Karzełek, first of your kin.

Rise, arm of horror, to mirror the fiend suffused in Man.”

 

Borne by sin and that heinous scourge aflame within the putrid human soul, the beast naturally feasts upon such corruptions and dines on the abominable among mortals in order to suffice an intrinsic hatred. At this early time of growth greater focus is given by the sickly creature towards devouring nearby beasts of wood and at staggering rates disrupting the primitive course of nature and it’s fauna, thereby possibly exhorting the attention of nearby druidic herds. Wood-hunters tasked to root out the heart of this evil and retrieve it’s head had met as expected with great failure, but report that the beast whose origin is not entirely known senses deeply for the demise of its parent, slaughtered at birth at its own hand, and so holds all men responsible for the blood there shed. It is heard to cry in the quiet, uttering words believed to be the last spoken by it’s mother prior to death in blurred lines among pleas and calls for help.

 

Most assets of the ego thought possessed by a child are here plainly manifest; hatred, jealousy, curiosity, but also vengeful afflictions that bend toward bestial partiality, and those instincts are pointed in the highest degree towards the objects of its vengeance, namely humans and the sickness they harbor so deep. With the sprouting ego of this grieving newborn there is also a growth of morbid desires and wants of a pleasure which can only be sufficed by the mother, but who is now dead, hence there is in recompense aroused within the little child a feeling of deprivation and hatred toward Man.

 

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[Axelu 4333]

A Minister of the Vicarage tremors her leftmost palm, the cadaverous, alabaster thing wound frightfully against a wooden chaplet reminiscent of the Lorraine. Wearied and perhaps downtrodden, Anya glimpsed toward the heavens which bore the fruit of Everything, muttering sanctious utterances to anything that would behold them.

[Jentos 9422]

A man raises his arms.