AW! spooky stuff...
When night falls throughout the bayou, the swamp comes alive. Harmonious wails of spirits of old and new carried by air of rot; there isn't a night that passes where Paimon isn't haunted by 'em. But tonight...oh, they sing. It's all he can hear, as the dark is heralded by a moon blood-red. Its light creeps through vines and weeds, painting the ground red, bathing the dark waters in its crimson wake.
They're hungry. They stir, they haunt, they crave. Their shadows linger in his peripherals, their hands reaching for his feet as he found a clearing to bathe himself in the light of the blood moon. His skin crawls as their moans and cries grate his nerves. Something vile, something evil stirred within his chest as he meticulously spread out bones with carved veve on their rotted surface.
His one eye catches the red of the moon; it glows with something rotten as the pentagram of bone is finished. Bile rose to his throat, and he swallowed it back down with a grimace as it felt like a serpent weaved beneath his flesh, just above his muscle. When his maw parts, the stench of sin followed.
Ain't it glorious, Paimon? A voice of deep old and evil sounded by his ear, followed by a hollow chuckle, a grind of bone. His jaw set, his eye falling to the shard of bone he pricked one of his toes with. Ichor pooled, and in its reflection, he sees Him.
The rot he'd sold his soul to all those years ago. The beast who won't let him be kissed by the sweet release of death.
You know what I want, boy. 'S my time to feast. Lemme in, Paimon...gimme my control.
When night falls throughout the bayou, the swamp comes alive. Harmonious wails of spirits of old and new carried by air of rot; there isn't a night that passes where Paimon isn't haunted by 'em. But tonight...oh, they sing. It's all he can hear, as the dark is heralded by a moon blood-red. Its light creeps through vines and weeds, painting the ground red, bathing the dark waters in its crimson wake.
They're hungry. They stir, they haunt, they crave. Their shadows linger in his peripherals, their hands reaching for his feet as he found a clearing to bathe himself in the light of the blood moon. His skin crawls as their moans and cries grate his nerves. Something vile, something evil stirred within his chest as he meticulously spread out bones with carved veve on their rotted surface.
His one eye catches the red of the moon; it glows with something rotten as the pentagram of bone is finished. Bile rose to his throat, and he swallowed it back down with a grimace as it felt like a serpent weaved beneath his flesh, just above his muscle. When his maw parts, the stench of sin followed.
Ain't it glorious, Paimon? A voice of deep old and evil sounded by his ear, followed by a hollow chuckle, a grind of bone. His jaw set, his eye falling to the shard of bone he pricked one of his toes with. Ichor pooled, and in its reflection, he sees Him.
The rot he'd sold his soul to all those years ago. The beast who won't let him be kissed by the sweet release of death.
Don't want nothin' from yous tonight, Gede.He rasped. In that reflection of blood, he's met with a wicked smile.
You know what I want, boy. 'S my time to feast. Lemme in, Paimon...gimme my control.
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