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Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH2)
Chapter 2
I
Cipher stands with dragon cane, admiring
the archway to Netherwoods Boardwalk, as
mercurial moonshine glitters over the surface
of the water, a sight, washing over his
perception like catharsis born and reborn,
a wave machine of purification of perception,
wave after wave, a constant source.
Eyes closed, he delves further into the frequency,
enhancing the senses.
It is the Frequency of Leviathan.
II
The Leviathan Meditations increase one’s
powers by exploring the formlessness of
the void, delving ever deeper, over time,
modifying one in ways beyond the
practitioner's imaginings.
Cipher breathes deeply, in and out, through
his nostrils, opening his eyes, feeling
the power expanding.
So many sources of power, hiding in plain
sight
His black leather boots touch plank after
plank, having a cadence of a forward march.
III
The boardwalk goes along the shores of
Netherwoods Cove, having periodic
viewing areas.
This time of night was normally empty.
There is someone standing.
As an advocate for privacy, Cipher seldom
read minds, but certain folks...
He would catch flashes of things.
This man, standing, had a mind infected
with sick perversions.
The Book of the Spiral Path requires sacrifices…
He was The Caller of the Text.
IV
“Nice night.” Cipher said.
Startled, the man resembles someone
caught on camera in some sort of
sting for deviants, which seemed
understandable, considering the things
he had in mind for that night.
Before the man could speak, Cipher
extracts sword from sword cane,
impaling it through the man’s heart,
sticking out tongue.
“Shhh…”
Touching his lips with right, gloved
finger, he cradles the body, quickly
going limp, into the seat, sitting next
to the man, placing arm over shoulder,
looking out into darkness as abyss.
“What a great view.”
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Cipher
Stories
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I
Cipher stands with dragon cane, admiring
the archway to Netherwoods Boardwalk, as
mercurial moonshine glitters over the surface
of the water, a sight, washing over his
perception like catharsis born and reborn,
a wave machine of purification of perception,
wave after wave, a constant source.
Eyes closed, he delves further into the frequency,
enhancing the senses.
It is the Frequency of Leviathan.
II
The Leviathan Meditations increase one’s
powers by exploring the formlessness of
the void, delving ever deeper, over time,
modifying one in ways beyond the
practitioner's imaginings.
Cipher breathes deeply, in and out, through
his nostrils, opening his eyes, feeling
the power expanding.
So many sources of power, hiding in plain
sight
His black leather boots touch plank after
plank, having a cadence of a forward march.
III
The boardwalk goes along the shores of
Netherwoods Cove, having periodic
viewing areas.
This time of night was normally empty.
There is someone standing.
As an advocate for privacy, Cipher seldom
read minds, but certain folks...
He would catch flashes of things.
This man, standing, had a mind infected
with sick perversions.
The Book of the Spiral Path requires sacrifices…
He was The Caller of the Text.
IV
“Nice night.” Cipher said.
Startled, the man resembles someone
caught on camera in some sort of
sting for deviants, which seemed
understandable, considering the things
he had in mind for that night.
Before the man could speak, Cipher
extracts sword from sword cane,
impaling it through the man’s heart,
sticking out tongue.
“Shhh…”
Touching his lips with right, gloved
finger, he cradles the body, quickly
going limp, into the seat, sitting next
to the man, placing arm over shoulder,
looking out into darkness as abyss.
“What a great view.”
***
Cipher
Stories
***
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