We Are The Old Dark

[lemonke 6014]

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Two corpses, one of a woman and the other a skull-masked man, stood impaled and amalgamated in a hydra-like shape—a gruesome fleshcrafted form, directly outside the frost fortress of the Black Church. Their bodies had been butchered, shredded apart, and partially devoured by lesser undead, zombies that feasted upon their rotting flesh while spiders burrowed into their bones. Carved into their foreheads was a crude eye of blood, their tarnished faces frozen in expressions of sheer horror. Furthermore, behind them, abyssal flames roared as though an abyssal inferno of dread dared all to gaze upon this bloodshed.

Before the corpses, a sign had been sunken into the snowy ground, crafted from bones and severed limbs of the fallen. Organs and blood had been used to scrawl a single message in gore:

"There is honor amongst the wicked. Death to betrayers."

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:despair:

 

[KidKrinkles 2043]

 

 

༶❖⊱༶༺❖⊰❖⊱❖༻༶⊰❖༶

 

 

The crunch of snow and the whistle of the wind trailed behind the kilted man, blackened still by soot and ash, the smell of holy sulfuric flame lingering as he drifted from the forlorn fortress of the now-stilled Fjarriagua.

 

 

In the den where the Spider had stretched her legs—into, through, and around him— and torn a soul from his flesh.

Bound once more, he had met her again, kneeling upon frost-kissed floors whose mirrored sheen cast back the silhouettes of insidious and ambitious necromancers as they schemed, and treachery reached its climax.

For truly, he had never been bound at all.

And Karispacus drank deep of dark, ichorous blood within the domed throne room of the lost boreal matriarchy.

 

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