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Hellraiser: Dark Inkantations (Hemispere Eleven)
Hemisphere Eleven: Portals of Transformation
“ What you seek is seeking you. ” ― Rumi
Seized in a brilliant blue light, gazing skyward into shifting shades, whispering sadistic infinities, engineered in a symmetrical unraveling of lessons of the flesh, Susan’s eyes are glazed over in grey, held upright by a supernatural force, having an out of body experience.
She has made contact.
In this realization, she begins to regain a sense of spacial awareness.
She is in the center of a circular room, made of strange stones.
“Leviathan recieves your sacrifice.”
The disembodied voice resounds from behind her, as the room begins to turn, slowly, like orbits of wandering stars.
Susan’s mind’s eye stretches beyond capacity, studying the awe of her own limitations, a series of meticulous precisions.
She sees…
Leviathan.
She sees the soul of her sacrifice enter the construct, being consumed entirely, blazing in an alchemical distillation, released in black rays.
Susan turns her head back, completely, closing her eyes in a sinister invitation.
Closing her eyes as contribution to the black.
“We have such sights to show you.” Soledad says.
Out of the shadows, two hooks, connected to chains, pierce Susan’s outstretched arms, tearing through her flesh in musical tones of magical steel, opening wounds of black fountains, weeping tears of ecstatic madness, impacting the ground in sulfuric vapors:
Elixir of shadows and clouds.
Dark divinity.
Susan exhales, her breath visible, like the goose flesh dotting the surface of her naked skin, in pin points, perfectly composed for deeper inspection.
A rising tide of ink, from the depths of her eyes, vacancies and presences swirling in sensations of smokey interactions across a sensual lattice of ineffable dimensions.
Like itinerant scapes of ice, her skin transitions to a blue hue.
Custom leather garments materialize from the same place as the chains.
She hears the voice of Soledad, High Priestess of Leviathan, directly over her shoulder.
“Blu.”
The black, composing her ink eyes, begins to pulsate.
She departs her body once more, exploring unspeakable frontiers.
Published 7th Nov 2022
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7th Nov 2022 6:40pm
Yessssssss!!!
She's tearing my soul apart....I love the blue accents and hopefully while exploring the pleasures of all that delicious pain... I'll maybe be reconstructed in some form or tortuous fashion...... the deep depths of the leviathan's mythos is the limit!!
Damn perfect read!
looooooooooooved it!
💙🔗⛓️🪝
She's tearing my soul apart....I love the blue accents and hopefully while exploring the pleasures of all that delicious pain... I'll maybe be reconstructed in some form or tortuous fashion...... the deep depths of the leviathan's mythos is the limit!!
Damn perfect read!
looooooooooooved it!
💙🔗⛓️🪝
8th Nov 2022 5:27pm
