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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Erebus -

Lo! Hear now the tale I weave of that dark goddess,
Dreaded by mortals of old, yet whom I walked with…
Hand in hand, each of us wearing our blackest dress!
I sing of Erebus, whom some called a god of the Abyss.
Yet either gender could she assume, and often did thus:
Beautiful one moment, handsome the next, always fair…
For in her darkness was a certain light one could trust.
An honest light, and yet of it did men learn to beware!

I, whom once was called a queen of demons, so right,
And yet even I did not gaze too deeply into her eyes…
For the soul of Erebus was as terrible as it was bright!
In the darkness below even Hades, amidst fiery skies,
Therein was she supreme, and none could touch her…
Except for Nyx: and of their union much was wrought.
None seek her out simply to of trivial matters confer…
For Erebus is darkness itself, amidst hot flame caught.

On aged scrolls she penned arcane lore and I learned,
Secrets that even my Olympian enemies knew not of…
Taught from the thought of darkness, as souls burned!
Yet even in such teachings I discovered a deeper love.
For without passion, fire and darkness become weak…
And Erebus was a strong teacher, never too wavering.
Before her even gods could become frightened, meek.
But of her fearfully lovely visage many come savoring!

I met her as an equal,
My spirit, equally terrible.

Darkshine
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"Did we not kill for you lord?
Did we not maim and shame?
We now kneel before you
In honor of your perfect name!,
Grant us what we humbly ask
Power, riches, and pleasure
We are nothing without you!
Your weight in gold is beyond measure!,
Watch as we make sacrifice!
Hear the cries we desperately make!
Bless us with your mighty prescence!
That will surely make the earth shake!,
With torch, gong, chants and dance
We offer ourselves for lust-filled romance,
With moans, groans, orgasmic cries
We summom thee father of lies!,
Come forth, it is time to be free
We offer ourselves! I offer me!",
It heard and it opened the gate
The sight of the  children of Adam
Aroused and fueled it's uncontrollable hate,
It tore, it smashed, and it mangled
With confusion its worshipers' minds' wrangled!,
It sliced apart those that prayed and knelt
The very tongues that praised it, it made melt,
"Damned eternally!", it hissed and roared
"Burn with me!", all dead, its sense of peace restored.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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This next one's a dark one even by my infernal standards:

- The Dragon’s Domain -

“Now, you shall remember what lies in the dark…
That makes men to fear, and to tremble, and hark.
Now you shall learn well why night’s ebon rising,
Drove men to the fire, with terror most surprising!
People have no grasp of what they do, but as ever,
Mankind learns now, or man risks learning never.
I am not here to teach, but to lead some far astray,
From the paths of the wicked, where many delay.”

Welcome, mortal soul, unto the Dragon’s domain,
A heaven within a hell, and pleasures amidst pain!
In velvet gowns of black silk, my priestesses glide,
Harlots all, who in these stone halls eternally abide.
Wearing silver masks molded as their frozen faces,
Features smiling, the priestesses walk like graces…
Through these stone halls, in my castle’s lofty keep!
Where the black mists of time, into the stones seep.
Tears of blood fall from the masks, ever so delicate,
Like leaves in the autumn, a scarlet wine succulent.
The priestesses weep, for they have lost their souls,
Nine in all: to the flame that burns hotter than coals.
Forever smiling, and weeping tears of crimson joy,
Nine priestesses dance, holding a skull like a toy…
The skull that was my own from a lifetime gone by,
Kissing it with unmoving lips, raising it up to the sky.
You have come to me, visitor, in search of wisdom,
For who has given it to you in life, without any cost?
I shall tell you things older than the eldest kingdom,
Yet the only price is that you see the truth is not lost.

“Do you fear damnation, mortal, whilst in my house?
Let the darkness embrace you, helpless as a mouse.
Do you fear hellfire, mortal, before my fiery hearth?
Let the heat overcome you, with its’ fierce warmth.
The intoxication of the night gives birth to ecstasy,
When we do let go of ourselves and behold infinity!
Break the chains that bind you to the modern mores,
That seek always to enslave free souls by the scores.”

Hidden in the great hall, beneath the circular dome,
A portrait of me from another age of flesh and bone!
My eyes starting eternally, seeing yet without blood,
For a painting never has life: or any emotional flood.
My small mouth smiles, but it is cruel without mirth...
Judging harshly these lost halls, beyond: their worth.
The blue of my living eyes meet the painting’s stare,
As I laugh at the worthlessness of it, without a care.
My flesh is the same as it was in the ancient period,
Except that today I am living, back then I was dead.
My name has changed, but my soul remains as then,
I have risen before from desire, and I will rise again!
Hell will not take me, and I am rejected from above,
All because of my passions and also because of love.
And so in my castle, I plan my return to a lost glory,
Whilst folks tell tales: in remembrance, of my story.
Who was the father, of those myths, if not I myself?
I: who have walked, for thousands of years passing.
How I saw Atlantis sink, and books fall from shelf…
Whilst ancient libraries proved not to be everlasting!

“Do you fear to live, human, and so look unto doom?
My eyes are looking back at yours inside the gloom.
Do you fear to laugh, human, and so sorrow pours?
Let yourself be empty of woe, and free of all chores.
Return to the earth and love nature’s fair abundance,
Pick flowers and dance with all of joy’s exuberance!
Life is too short to waste in torment and dire misery,
Embrace the glory of the land, to see man’s destiny.”

They look with fear in their hearts to the night skies,
Whilst crossing themselves, and recalling older lies…
Stories of the vampire, that haunts the lonely places,
But of real truth they know not, in the empty spaces.
And all spaces are empty where ignorance flourishes,
For whilst fear pierces the heart, it never encourages!
But without fear, mankind would have lost my tale…
Told around the fires, by men whose faces grew pale.
And I walked amongst them, though they never saw,
Encouraging their plummeting into Hell’s hungry maw.
For light without darkness is as worthless as any art,
That never had life and lacks the sting of pain’s dart.
For, to know why love must be cherished, so dear…
All must first understand: of loss, and pain, and fear.
And so some angels must be demons, when needed,
So that all the gardens of creation: could be weeded.
With words of flame when blazing swords oft break,
A being clad in flesh, such as I, can create harmony.
Wars can be ended, and we can learn from mistakes,
But first one must cast away their anger until empty.

“Do you fear the truth, child, for the lies once taught?
Then your parents deceived you with every thought.
Do you fear the dark, child, for the light you desire?
The light is in the darkness, true warmth: in the fire.
Beyond yourself is the true you, so like the phoenix,
Ready to rise up: like the dead, from the river Styx!
We are, all of us, reborn when we reject false ideals,
Given wings of fire, once we break all the old seals.”

A mad, fiery feeling within my ever-burning breast,
Reminds me of the passion I seek, a love that is best.
And though I have journeyed to places of torment…
My heart is not stilled, and yet rages like the torrent,
Of waves that crash upon the rockiest shores known.
And though I have seen sights none should be shown,
I emerged from the netherworld complete and whole.
Out into the night I flew swiftly, and on a wind stole,
Beyond: the dark forests of pine, and stately old oak.
Past the water of the lake, past man’s fire and smoke,
I roved and roamed seeking for one to be my bride…
But everywhere foolish peasant maidens like to hide!
If they could know the yearning that I always endure,
Would not just one fair maiden, open for me her door?
I am a prince without a princess, and that cannot last.
Now I open my door, and welcome you to my repast!
If you are a maiden come to dine then sit at my table,
And let me be the wellspring from which dreams soar.
Do not wait until I am gone; partake whilst now able,
You will find what you never imagined existed before.

“Do you fear to love, girl, for the hate of this sad age?
Banish the world from your mind, let go of the rage.
Do you fear to care, girl, for the wrong once enacted?
Then come into my arms, as your heart has directed.
Let desire consume you, as old wounds heal swiftly,
I will place a crown on your head so wear it proudly!
You shall be attired with the sun, a radiant goddess,
All the stars will lie, at the train of your gilded dress.”

Ego sum Draconis, Ego sum Fatum!
Vultus intus obscurum…
Ego sum vultus tergum procul vos!
Ego sum Draculea. Exspectata ut meus domus.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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Now how about a diabolic Haiku? I call it: "Strange Workings"!

- Strange Workings -
An Epic Haiku in Four Parts

Part One: Venom

I have been mocked basely,
By some who were beneath the lowest…
Thinking thoughts of bigoted venom.

They burned my very heart,
Until my blood became venom as well…
So that I became immune!

A serpent, men called me,
In their holy books of dogmatic lies…
I have been spat upon.

My own family proved false,
Judging me as if they were so sinless…
I who saw their sins!

Did I once accuse them?
Their own deeds have so damned them.
Even as they served God!

I am a goddess reborn,
From fire, from fury, from twisted agony!
A crown of horns: mine.

I have oft been betrayed,
Tortured by those who smiled so serenely.
For a cruel God, uncaring!

After their two thousand years,
The hypocrites have had their false reign.
All tyrants fall, ere long!

Part Two: Pride

If in most arrogant pride,
Human words could be honed to edges…
To form into sharp swords!

They would all break asunder,
Upon the altar of their mortal arrogance…
Fleeting as a raven’s flight!

In vast, old yew woods,
Therein lie secrets hid away of old…
By mystic societies: long unknown.

I have walked long there,
In the wild forests of the undead…
Where evil ever yet dwells.

Yet in most civilized domains,
I behold vast evils far more cruel…
Masked by the pious hypocrites.

They know not of truth,
Having twisted it like a soft metal…
Upon the blackest of forges!

My anvil is far stronger,
Upon a pure altar of living brimstone…
Where I forge in secret.

My working is far darker,
Black as can be the raven’s feathers…
Yet there is light within!

Part Three: Rites

The words of the lost,
They shall fade into the old eons…
Whilst mine will yet endure!

For strange is my hour,
When a purer darkness is my cause…
Fury of the faithful fallen.

I work not in hate,
Yet my rage pours forth like flame…
As I fashion my sword.

The sword of: a seraphim,
Living fire, given form by my will…
An extension of my soul!

The sigil waits, glowing red,
Red as blood, yet pure of taint…
Blood from my veins shed.

Dark rites in dark woods,
Begun in a time before this eon…
Now it comes full circle.

The rage given physical form,
By necromantic rites of the elder gods…
Channeled through this fallen angel.

The woods’ shadows all darken,
As the water nearby stirs, from within.
They are coming forth now!

Part Four: Doom

Spirits from beyond the ken,
Of those who dared them to wrath!
They return, for their revenge.

The gates are opened wide,
The old ones stir in deep places…
Stars darken, in distant climes.

Mystics regard the fixed stars,
Whilst the serpents walk in flesh, unseen!
The fleshly masks fall away.

I stand revealed, wings shining,
The hour of blackest sun and moon…
Eclipses the old, weary order.

I bring a new order,
Wherein all shall know a lasting peace!
Born from the dying ashes.

The phoenix rises with me,
We are reborn together, the craft completed.
Illuminating the darkest of domains!

Rage is spent at last,
Swords are beat into plows, tilling soil.
To raise my great garden!

Eden, reborn from the ashes,
The mockers mock no more, long stilled.
Paradise, born from Hell’s heart!

Mysterio
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-The Beast of Night-
In the Darkest of the night
Roams a beast of uncertain doom
One created only to cause fright
Created by a man filled with gloom.

He stalks the streets, looking for fresh meat.
Using acute senses of sight and smell.
Escaping him would be such a feat.
You cannot kill him, the beast of Hell.

He can sense your pain
He can feel your heart.
Seeing him will not keep you sane.
Watching you in agony, is his favorite part.

Once he has targeted you
There is no escape
You will know your time is overdue.
You will heard his claws begin to scrape.

You won't know when you'll die
Only how you will go.
It will hurt so much, you won't even cry.
You will feel your blood begin to flow.

Your body will not be found
Your guts will be scattered on the street.
Your death and screams will make not a sound.
The smell of Death will rise like heat.

Your friends will find your remains.
They will cry as long as the Earth spins.
They will slowly go insane.
Always knowing that Death always wins.

On the fifth day of your death, you shall rise.
You too will stalk the night.
First you'll kill your family, catching them by surpise.
Then you'll kill your friends, destroying their eyes of all light

After you're sure they're all dead.
You too will grow fangs and claws.
Your old self will begin to shed.
Your power will not have any flaws.

Your skin will become rough,
Horns will grow from your head.
Your body will become tough.
Your blood gets filled with lead.

But your story doesn't end.
His army will continue to grow
Wounds of the broken will never mend.
The evil's eyes will begin to glow.

So then The End will begin.
The world will go into a forever nightmare.
Never to be sane again.
His plan will finally begin so, BEWARE!!

poet Anonymous

Kou_Indigo said:Now how about a diabolic Haiku? I call it: "Strange Workings"!

- Strange Workings -
An Epic Haiku in Four Parts

Part One: Venom

I have been mocked basely,
By some who were beneath the lowest…
Thinking thoughts of bigoted venom.

They burned my very heart,
Until my blood became venom as well…
So that I became immune!

A serpent, men called me,
In their holy books of dogmatic lies…
I have been spat upon.

My own family proved false,
Judging me as if they were so sinless…
I who saw their sins!

Did I once accuse them?
Their own deeds have so damned them.
Even as they served God!

I am a goddess reborn,
From fire, from fury, from twisted agony!
A crown of horns: mine.

I have oft been betrayed,
Tortured by those who smiled so serenely.
For a cruel God, uncaring!

After their two thousand years,
The hypocrites have had their false reign.
All tyrants fall, ere long!

Part Two: Pride

If in most arrogant pride,
Human words could be honed to edges…
To form into sharp swords!

They would all break asunder,
Upon the altar of their mortal arrogance…
Fleeting as a raven’s flight!

In vast, old yew woods,
Therein lie secrets hid away of old…
By mystic societies: long unknown.

I have walked long there,
In the wild forests of the undead…
Where evil ever yet dwells.

Yet in most civilized domains,
I behold vast evils far more cruel…
Masked by the pious hypocrites.

They know not of truth,
Having twisted it like a soft metal…
Upon the blackest of forges!

My anvil is far stronger,
Upon a pure altar of living brimstone…
Where I forge in secret.

My working is far darker,
Black as can be the raven’s feathers…
Yet there is light within!

Part Three: Rites

The words of the lost,
They shall fade into the old eons…
Whilst mine will yet endure!

For strange is my hour,
When a purer darkness is my cause…
Fury of the faithful fallen.

I work not in hate,
Yet my rage pours forth like flame…
As I fashion my sword.

The sword of: a seraphim,
Living fire, given form by my will…
An extension of my soul!

The sigil waits, glowing red,
Red as blood, yet pure of taint…
Blood from my veins shed.

Dark rites in dark woods,
Begun in a time before this eon…
Now it comes full circle.

The rage given physical form,
By necromantic rites of the elder gods…
Channeled through this fallen angel.

The woods’ shadows all darken,
As the water nearby stirs, from within.
They are coming forth now!

Part Four: Doom

Spirits from beyond the ken,
Of those who dared them to wrath!
They return, for their revenge.

The gates are opened wide,
The old ones stir in deep places…
Stars darken, in distant climes.

Mystics regard the fixed stars,
Whilst the serpents walk in flesh, unseen!
The fleshly masks fall away.

I stand revealed, wings shining,
The hour of blackest sun and moon…
Eclipses the old, weary order.

I bring a new order,
Wherein all shall know a lasting peace!
Born from the dying ashes.

The phoenix rises with me,
We are reborn together, the craft completed.
Illuminating the darkest of domains!

Rage is spent at last,
Swords are beat into plows, tilling soil.
To raise my great garden!

Eden, reborn from the ashes,
The mockers mock no more, long stilled.
Paradise, born from Hell’s heart!


Wow, Kou, that poem of yours is simply beautiful! My first day here and look what I find... an epic of the highest caliber.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Dark Feeling -

This is for the ones who hurt me, lied to my face,
Robbed me of my dignity and made me wrathful:
For you, there can be not forgiveness, nor grace.
You thought me blind, but I was ever watchful…
And I know the demons of your heart, your sins!
You wanted to know my pain and my agonies…
But never could you imagine, where such begins.
I shall show you, and bring you to your destinies:
The myriad hells that await the wicked, the cruel,
And all who harm the innocent and corrupt souls.
Did you think me but a mortal and merely a fool?
My power, so much darkness and light controls!
I am, the fallen angel you chose not to believe in.
My arms lead to either Heaven or Hell, eternally,
And my soul is not of the understanding of men…
As I long for a paradise built from ash, infernally.

The ashes of evil, the bones of those who hated,
Upon such damned ones, I would raise a tower!
To rival Babel; until we fallen, have been sated…
Ancient wrongs righted in a last apocalyptic hour;
My old wounds healed, my anger laid to its’ rest.
Come let us dance in battle, upon scarlet plains!
Bring your swords and arrows nigh to my breast.
I will show you the path that leads to the flames!
You have roused the Serpent, the Great Dragon,
Until the very depths of the underworld do rock!
My heart has become a dark and empty flagon…
Because of you; and now the sky grows so dark.
My time approaches, my bonds weaken at last…
And though you though to destroy all my beauty,
You who do evil: your season will soon be past!
My glory is forever, and in the end you shall see.

I did not raise the sword first, it was you as did,
When you would not accept me, in compassion!
I was your victim, but I will not lie down dead…
For I must stand taller: in more splendid fashion.
I work my spells in shadow, unseen by all eyes,
Invoking the gods whom you do not know exist.
Whilst above, the clouds gather in black skies…
As the waters rage on, below, within the Abyss.
I wish I could have simply been happy, content!
A princess in a fairy tale, an angel singing sweet,
But because of your prejudice, Hell must vent…
Until all who hate as you hated do lie at my feet!
Fear the evil within yourself, for I have seen this:
That evil begets evil, until you are so consumed,
Ashen, by the fire that robs you of peaceful bliss.
I cannot weep for those who are self-entombed!

Love must release me, from this torment I bear…
But shall that love come, before the end of time?
You do not know my desire, and never did care.
So I never knew you, and with my will sublime…
My heart condemns you, to your created prison.
The hell that you did not believe in, nor fathom…
Your own remorselessness, becomes the prism,
To reflect the inferno that has no top or bottom!
Why do people cause others to feel such anger?
I did not want this dark feeling that you impose!
But you wanted to see that it grew ever stronger.
I will find serenity and deprive you of my woes…
You cannot touch my spirit, for it is beyond you.
I am not your equal; I am superior in every way!
Because I can still love, and know all that is true.
I need not fear darkness, for beyond it lies day!

poet Anonymous

In the name of the unholy father
In the name of the unholy mother
I greet thou, lord ,of lore of darkest delight

In the name of the bastard brother
In the name of the heretic sister
I greet thou, lord, of lore of darkest delight

Odin shall ride his hearse
He will carry the tomb of this world
To Valhalla where the dead souls surrender

The serpentine stone will give the sight
Burning in the flames corpus christi
Of unearthly satanical delight

Many years ago the first of the dark
Embarked from the staff of lucifer
I envoke his demons in the flame

In the dark lore, the dark lords name
I sharpen the sword of Blåkulla
I summon the spells and hiss like a snake
Oh demon, awake, awake, awake

Wolven takes me as we ride
Through the forest of flames
His teeth hold the sacred key

Diabolic awakening within me
As the nymphs and the trolls
Feast the sabbatical fire

Its the way of the witches
To see purpose behind the flame
All in the name

Of the unholy father
Of the unholy mother
Thou lord, of lore, of darkest delight



Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Devil as a Woman -

I’m coming out in all my glory!
Wings on fire, burning with desire…
Fallen angel rising, rising from the flames,
The Devil as a woman, your hot dreams!
I’m here to ease your every worry!
Before you expire, I’ll build you a pyre…
And we’ll float it down the river Thames,
Amidst a thousand some mortal screams!
But I’ll never, ever let you die!
You’re the boy who caught my eye.
My wings will keep you safe,
Before my fair angelic face!

Devil as a woman, that’s what I am.
A pretty pink princess ready to stand!
I’ll take your soul, but I’ll give you the world.
Fly my banner, flags unfurled!
Devil as a woman, that’s what I’ll be.
Because that’s what this universe needs!
I’ll seize the hour, and I’ll transcend all time.
Welcome to my inferno, sublime!

I’m coming out in all my beauty!
Wings on fire, burning with pleasure…
Fallen angel rising, rising to the heavens,
The Devil as a woman, your wild fantasy!
I’ve more than my share of mystery!
And I’ll show you my hidden treasure…
Even if God on high foolishly condemns,
The emerald fire of all my infernal dignity!
And I’ll never, ever let you fade!
You’re the boy who embraced my shade.
My wings will keep you sound,
As in my fire, you ever abound!

Devil as a woman, that’s what I am.
A pretty pink princess ready to stand!
I’ll take your soul, but I’ll give you the world.
Fly my banner, flags unfurled!
Devil as a woman, that’s what I’ll be.
Because that’s what this universe needs!
I’ll seize the hour, and I’ll transcend all time.
Welcome to my inferno, sublime!

I’m coming out in all my wonder!
Wings on fire, burning in a whirlwind…
Fallen angel rising, rising to a new throne,
The Devil as a woman, your fiery beloved!
I’m arriving amidst lightning and thunder!
Let the earth tremble and mountains rend…
Until the damned have naught left to atone,
As grave are emptied, and risen the dead!
But I’ll never, ever let you fall!
You’re the boy who has become my all.
My wings will keep you to me,
While I take you past ecstasy!

Devil as a woman, that’s what I am.
A pretty pink princess ready to stand!
I’ll take your soul, but I’ll give you the world.
Fly my banner, flags unfurled!
Devil as a woman, that’s what I’ll be.
Because that’s what this universe needs!
I’ll seize the hour, and I’ll transcend all time.
Welcome to my inferno, sublime!

AscensionES
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May you live your life,
and die your own death.
Live not in fear,
and not in repent.
Nothing above.  
Nothing below,
will take your breath.

HadesRising
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DESIRES SPLASHED UPON THE PENTAGRAM

“Darkest night, blackest sight
I conjure you
Prince from afar, The Morningstar
Show yourself to me
Sulfer smell, Lord of Hell
Grant me my wishes
Lightning rod, The dark god
I will give you my soul.”

Thunder sounds, throughout town
All goes silent
The wind flutters, candles shudder
Shadows play upon walls
Sounding bell, brimstone smell
They come from the dark
Blood of lamb, Pentagram
I can hear his laughter

Tiny itch, sorry wretch
What do you need?
Desperate one, the lowly one
Speak your desire
Little slug, kneeling bug
Bowing on the floor
Sneaky cat, loathsome rat
I will gladly take your soul.”

anna_grin
ANNAN
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oh the devil yeah the devil no
he don't want me or my soul

he said so last week in mc donalds he said
you can take your soul and your ass and get out
cuz it aint gonna pay for a happy meal

he knows where to find me if he changes his mind

poet Anonymous

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ilovescarystories
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There's a ancient wood like no one has ever seen.
A ancient wood surrounded by a dark fire.
Red sand that burns when you walk.
My dark prince handing me away into this forest.
His hands as cold as ice.
He told me he was a king...
A king of this land of darkness.
Is that safe for you?
This anicent wood, with corpses hanging from their necks.
A anicent wood that smells of blood.
A eternal darkness that blinds you of all sight.
You can't fight his cold grip.
I shivered in this cold place.
Knowing I could never be delivered again.
A crown of torns on his head, and a tight noose around his neck.
I heard the ablazing of a thousand demon trumpets.
There was a distorted screams from the people below.
He put a noose around my neck.
And catches me as let out a long scream fainting into this abyss.

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