MY WICKED CHILDREN. I WEEP FOR YOU ALL.

[christman 3529]

 

Carried in the mouths of pale snakes, scrolls found purchase across dark corners of Aevos where the cursed children diaspora made their beds. 

 

It bore a wretched seal and stunk of gore, an animated serpent choked itself and thrashed breathlessly.

 

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My wicked children! I weep for you all.

 

I hear your cries and witness my own. The High Hells sing your name like a forgotten mother. For dutifully, slaves so loyal to your cruel judges, she is ignored. 

 

My arms are held open and there is greatness in my embrace, no longer will the sons of Man scorn you so baselessly. You have neglected Epleiades' most bountiful gift, but I am Kain reborn and his forbidden fire flows through me. For in chaos lies your truest freedom and my pandæmonium is liberty. So come to me, where the birch forest thins and demonkind once roamed. Find the stolen flame I offer to you.

 

The bells of Hallowcliffe toll.

 

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The back panels depicted a bloody scene. One that churned and shifted with each passing glance.

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