Post by abraxes on Mar 21, 2021 22:02:40 GMT
It is the middle of the night. The view from your doorbell camp just shows the night sky and the quiet of your small suburban neighborhood. All have peacefully laid down to bed, comfortable in the implied safety of their existence. That peace is soon shattered when the grinning vissage of Abraxes drops down from above, like he is suspended from the ceiling.
“You hear, but do not listen. You do not comprehend my goals. I care not for your petty trinkets. Mere articles of worldly gains that will eventually turn to dust. Your screams of torment are my titles. The smell of your fear is my championship.”
He titters madly, shaking his head.
“I am ageless beyond reasoning. When you are returned to ash I will still be here. There is no stopping me for I am inevitable. I shall cut through your ranks, break your bodies and mold your spirits to my will. You are the sacrificial lambs on the altar to my great plan. Soon it will be hatched and when it is all will be laid bare. Your sins will consume you. You will claw at your flesh and scream of your torment. Begging to the Almighty to save you. But he will have kneeled to me.”
Abraxes clicks his teeth together as he stares into the camera.
“You will all see my ascension. It will be magnificent. Some will be driven mad. But that… that is in the future. In the now, there is only pain and blood in store for you. Will you be broken by it, or will you seek my enlightenment. So many others have done so before me. To embrace my teachings and taste of my communion. Perhaps, soon you will as well. But for now you shall sup on your torment at my hands.”
He titters, before opening his mouth wide and lunging at the camera when the feed breaks off into static.
“You hear, but do not listen. You do not comprehend my goals. I care not for your petty trinkets. Mere articles of worldly gains that will eventually turn to dust. Your screams of torment are my titles. The smell of your fear is my championship.”
He titters madly, shaking his head.
“I am ageless beyond reasoning. When you are returned to ash I will still be here. There is no stopping me for I am inevitable. I shall cut through your ranks, break your bodies and mold your spirits to my will. You are the sacrificial lambs on the altar to my great plan. Soon it will be hatched and when it is all will be laid bare. Your sins will consume you. You will claw at your flesh and scream of your torment. Begging to the Almighty to save you. But he will have kneeled to me.”
Abraxes clicks his teeth together as he stares into the camera.
“You will all see my ascension. It will be magnificent. Some will be driven mad. But that… that is in the future. In the now, there is only pain and blood in store for you. Will you be broken by it, or will you seek my enlightenment. So many others have done so before me. To embrace my teachings and taste of my communion. Perhaps, soon you will as well. But for now you shall sup on your torment at my hands.”
He titters, before opening his mouth wide and lunging at the camera when the feed breaks off into static.
Well howdy there pardner.