โ โ โ โ โ โ
mouthful of white hot fire, tongue coated
in poison, ragged nails painted in my own
blood; thereโs a hunger in me, something
vicious, a thirst to be celestial, GODLY,
divineโ and yetโ โ โง โ โ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต . . .
โ โ โ
@INBLOODBATHSโs arrival was announced and expected. Her servant and guards filled the halls along with his own as the final preparations for her arrival were made.
It was to be a diplomatic meeting, one discussing the possibility of an alliance between their intergalactic โ
@INBLOODBATHS The black and gray robes that he wore were tailored perfectly and yet seemed almost as if he were wrapped in shadow when contrasted against his stark white skin.
It was clear he was not like other Tyraxxians beyond that royal station.
Cul offered Mizara an outstretched and โ
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ค๐บ.
Cul looked down at his once-pale hands now coated in dripping crimson. Past those blood soaked hands was a mountain of corpses.
๐๐ถ๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ก ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ข๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ.
A dark laughter and thenโฆ
Waking.
Cul stood there amongst the prisoners. He was in quiet contemplation as he gazed on the faces of traitors, enemies, and those who had simply crossed the line from displeasing into disrespectful. They were in crystalline stasis.
Their bodies, that is, their minds? Wellโฆ