#To Conquer Eternal Damnation

[slrmagazine]

DARKNESS EVERYWHERE Drops “The Architect Of Misery” Video/Single Featuring Light This City’s Laura Nichol

DARKNESS EVERYWHERE Drops “The Architect Of Misery” Video/Single Featuring Light This City’s Laura Nichol. #darknesseverywhere @DEMELODEATH

To Conquer Eternal Damnation LP Nears May 10th Release On Creator-Destructor Records Oakland, California-based melodic death metal outfit DARKNESS EVERYWHERE presents the second single from their debut album, To Conquer Eternal Damnation, nearing release in May via Creator-Destructor Records. The new song and its corresponding video, “The Architect Of Misery,” features guest vocals from Laura…

[sarafinamk]

Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 1

Summary: You failed as the Prototype's "archangel," and this is your punishment; being left to die while at the mercy of your enemies.

(This is my contribution to the Smiling Critters Space Riders Au. Please check out the talented @onyxonline for more context. I hope y'all enjoy.)

TW: Blood, Injury, Near Death, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death Implications, War, Witchcraft, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Religious Worship, Slight cursing

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You had one job: lead your people to victory. You are a warrior, a healer, a messenger. You are an archangel that needs to spread the word of the Prototype by any means necessary. You need to do your part to save the souls tainted by the condemned ways of the heretics. That’s why you’re here in the first place. Instead, you failed…

It's hard to say how long your mind has been hazy for. All you know is that it burns so much. Fiery hot and raging cold sensations dance and mingle around your body especially where blood was pouring out. The feeling of liquid invading and burning your lungs worsens the more you try to gasp for air. Flashes of light won’t stop assaulting your eyes even as spots of darkness slowing dance their way into your vision. As you close your eyes and try to ignore the sharp tingling in your eyes, one thought stands out among the rest.

‘So, this is what damnation feels like…’

A blurry orange figure looms above you followed by a red and a blue one. They shield you from the harsh light, prompting you to slightly open your eyes. More figures loom around you. All the sounds echoing around you are drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. You suppose that this is a fitting punishment. You failed your people, yourself, and the Prototype. And now they have come to take you away, to give you your just deserved judgement. The thought alone is enough to make you whimper as your body curls around itself protectively. You try so hard to ignore the inferno now growing where your wounds are. This proves to be futile as hands pin you down, preventing you from curling in on yourself. The sounds grow more urgent, louder even. You couldn’t resist their grips anyways. You should’ve known it was futile to fight the inevitable. As blackness conquers the last of your vision, you pray that you will be granted mercy. You pray that your sins will be forgiven. You pray that your dedication to your duties will lead you to the happiness you have been promised. You pray that you have done enough to grant you eternal happiness. And you pray that you will continue to do good in the next life you are given…

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The team has been waiting outside the operation room for hours. Bubba and Bobby wasted no time getting you into operation considering your critical condition. Dogday has been pacing nonstop since getting you onto their ship. He was the one who insisted on taking you with them despite the protests from his teammates. Memories, emotions, and questions spiraled around and around his head, never giving him a second to rest. You’ve caused a lot of damage to not only his team but other parts of the galaxy. Dogday, however, being the sunny, kind-hearted leader he is will be damned if he just left another victim of the Prototype to die. Given the state of your injuries, unfortunately, the chances of your surviving in the long run are slim to none. That was stated by Bubba himself. Regardless, they still had to try, at least.

The canine knew that part of it was wishful thinking from Bubba and a couple others. Dogday can’t say he blames them for disliking the idea of helping one of the Space Riders’ most dangerous enemies. Leaving you to suffer the consequences of your actions means one less enemy to worry about. No one knows how or why you became the Prototype’s archangel apart from your Divinity powers. And maybe Catnap is right about the fact that Dogday’s heart is too forgiving for his own good. It’s just that that thought of leaving you, lying down, alone, and bleeding on the battlefield doesn’t sit right with him. That is not what the Space Riders is supposed to represent. They’re meant to give victims of the Prototype a second chance at life.

If you survive… maybe he and his friends could give you that chance. He hopes, at least. You could help a lot of people and use your powers for good. The riders could have a powerful friend and ally by their side. You could protect them like how you always protected your troops and the Prototype in past battles. You could have people to turn to and not leave you to die alone in the battle the moment things spiral downhill.

Dogday isn’t entirely naïve, though. Even if you survive, and you do agree to change your ways, there will be a lot of obstacles in your path. The obvious one was getting backlash from the Commander and members of HQ. The riders would have to disclose that they are hospitalizing one the most wanted enemies in the galaxy sooner or later. Given everything you’ve done, people are going to demand justice. Some will want to draw blood in the name of vengeance. Dogday would rather not risk that possibility. Maybe he and Bubba could find a way to convince the Commander and the Council to let you serve your sentence here under the riders’ supervision while you are being treated.

Time was passing so agonizingly slowly compared to Dogday’s thoughts. He wishes he could get some news on your condition now. At the very least, a slow update would suffice. Anything would do to finally put his aching head to rest. As if the heavens finally decided to answer him, the doors finally opened. Everyone, asleep or otherwise perks up hearing Bobby approaching. Her eyes droop, but her small, satisfied smile told everyone what they needed to know. Dogday breathes out a sigh of relief. You still need to be monitored for the time being. The surgery may have been successful, but that doesn’t mean it will be a guaranteed smooth sailing recovery. There are still a lot of risks that need to be accounted for at this time. The Space Riders rescued you in time, and that thought is enough to finally put the canine’s whirlwind of thoughts to rest. Dogday can now focus on the next priority; figuring out a way to disclose the recent events to the people of HQ.

[spiderwarden]

"I have seen many drow, but you, my dear, are quite the epitome of beauty." sent by @dvilsdesire

Temptation. Ever was the folly of the souls that were lead to the hells in the pitiful plights that sealed their damnation. Minthara herself, while entirely aware of her faults, would not be so easily ensnared in such sentiments; no matter the face that it puts on. It seems that the hell creature was playing at her pride, for such a being regardless of their stature on the eternal ranking knows that the Drow was not so easily sweetened to honey words. So the question remained as to why she was being addressed in such a fashion by him. Was it mockery, was it a genuine approach at whatever intention he had, or was it a play of metaphorical cards where he believed her so tempted by the pride that made up every part of who she was.

"I am aware." She starts, knowing full well the art of those who occupy the hells and through that the deterrence tactic. It was the first of many warnings that her mother had taught her in her youth in Menzobarranzan under her careful eye - she who was a devoted lover of Loth wanted to ensure her daughter would never be tempted by another. It was to be expected, after all, a notion of pride that was given to her name. A bloodline that intertwined with the very origin of the ilythiiri, the daedrow, and arrival of Lotlh to the Underdark, that which tied into the Goddesses favor by simply being born to the Matron Baenre.

"What curiosity brings you to my company, speak." She starts, refusing let him spin his poetic symphony that poked and prodded at her pride for too long. They had arrived to the fiery hells to retrieve the hammer and perhaps claim the other boons that may tempt their careful eye. Minthara wanted more than anything to conquer this realm as much as she wanted to conquer the surface; but ambition would not be another folly of hers. Firstly, realistically, they would need to kill Raphael to start, and she knew their foothold was slowly slipping. "I do not make deals lightly, as I am sure you are aware."

[blxckv3il]

Mental Cruelty - Mortal Shells

Oh, mortal shell so easily broken crafted in sadistic design

And a tragedy upon us

Merciless killer

The upbringing they promised to you

Was nothing but a

Fucking disappointment

Now the ashes of nations past fall upon faces of desperation

Leaving behind a grey-scaled barren landscape

Forsaken the thorns that sting and burn in aged wounds

My malenchantment, the pain that bears deathless membrance

High burning, feel the renegance churning

High blowing, memento ventum aquila metus

High burning, feel the tempest churning

High blowing, an orcanous final sigh

I feel wailing motions of guilt molten to the ego

No power that's left for me, eternal prison

This earth forsakes me

Corrupt the husk I dwell in

My wish to conquer this world

Got no merit to the ways of fate

Caught betwixt the fallen

The misery that paved each step

My wish to conquer this world

Leaks out of every pore of my lifeless self

Fear that thrives and fosters formidable fickleness

Foreign the concept of empathy

Control freak frowned upon

My heart, an ever-rusting weapon

That penetrates and diminishes

The souls around me

Shattered into countless fragments

Disgustingly raw myself down to the bone I sacrifice my will

Down to the bone

Down to the bone

Oh, mortal shell so easily broken, crafted in sadistic design

Crafted in sadistic design

My flesh, consumed by the outer god

My fucking brain, picked apart by another one

That shares its bane

The intricacies of man make way for the fundament of my ashen throne

This earth forsakes me, corrupts the husk I dwell in

My wish to conquer this world

Got no merit to the ways of fate

Caught betwixt the fallen

The misery that paved each step

My wish to conquer this world

Leaks out of every pore of my lifeless self

Ravaged the land lies

Bear witness to my deformation

My wish to conquer this world

Shattered into countless fragments

My deformation is your damnation

You fucking coward

[theinvisiblemuseum]

imagine pandora and lily living in a cottage in the middle of the forest together picking berries in the morning and then making fluffy pancakes and lily accidentally says 'shit' and pandora cries because she's never heard lily curse before so lily bakes her a strawberry cake to apologise and they spend the rest of the day holding hands and finding bunnies in the clouds

pandora is elle fanning btw

In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints. and powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil. God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him. As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God.

Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies. The Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David, hath conquered.

May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us. As great as our hope in Thee.

We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects.

In the Name and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ, + may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb.

+ Most cunning serpent, you shall no more dare to deceive the human race, persecute the Church, torment God's elect and sift them as wheat.

+ The Most High God commands you, + He with whom, in your great insolence, you still claim to be equal.

"God who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth." [1 Tim. 2:4)

God the Father commands you. + God the Son commands you. + God the Holy Ghost commands you.

+ Christ, God's Word made flesh, commands you; + He who to save our race outdone through your envy, "humbled Himself, becoming obedient even unto death" [Phil. 2:8); He who has built His Church on the firm rock and declared that the gates of hell shall not prevail against Her, because He will dwell with Her "all days even to the end of the world." [Mt. 28:20]

The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you, + as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith.

+ The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you; + she who by her humility and from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head.

The faith of the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and of the other Apostles commands you.

+ The blood of the Martyrs and the pious intercession of all the Saints command you. +

Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you by the living God, + by the true God, + by the holy God, + by the God "who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son, that every soul believing in Him might not perish but have life everlasting;" [St.Jn. 3:16] stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation; stop harming the Church and hindering her liberty.

Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation.

Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works; give place to the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church acquired by Christ at the price of His Blood.

Stoop beneath the all-powerful Hand of God; tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and terrible Name of Jesus, this Name which causes hell to tremble, this Name to which the Virtues, Powers and Dominations of heaven are humbly submissive, this Name which the Cherubim and Seraphim praise unceasingly repeating: Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord, the God of Hosts.

O Lord, hear my prayer. And let my cry come unto Thee.

May the Lord be with thee. And with thy spirit.

Let us pray.

God of heaven, God of earth, God of Angels, God of Archangels, God of Patriarchs, God of Prophets, God of Apostles, God of Martyrs, God of Confessors, God of Virgins, God who has power to give life after death and rest after work: because there is no other God than Thee and there can be no other, for Thou art the Creator of all things, visible and invisible, of Whose reign there shall be no end, we humbly prostrate ourselves before Thy glorious Majesty and we beseech Thee to deliver us by Thy power from all the tyranny of the infernal spirits, from their snares, their lies and their furious wickedness.

Deign, O Lord, to grant us Thy powerful protection and to keep us safe and sound. We beseech Thee through Jesus Christ Our Lord.

Amen.

From the snares of the devil, Deliver us, O Lord. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty: We beseech Thee to hear us. That Thou may crush down all enemies of Thy Church: We beseech Thee to hear us.

[eresia-catara]

The thing I like about Dracula is how suited it is for a psychoanalytical reading. Dracula is the embodyment of the Different: foreigner, devilish, seductive, swings both ways, isolated (so he is the opposite of society, a barbarian), night creature, the embodyment of death who feeds on the life of others aka blood, etc. And the squad that hunts him down and kills him represent victorian traditional values such as family (woman+man+children under marriage), religion, sexual repression, western (english) culture, life (both because they are alive and because two of them have a child), light, society (as they are a squad). They react against Dracula who is perceived as a threat, as the devil (he IS the devil), because, if not stopped, he will conquer all of the 'civilized' world (we are talking about English people after all, to them England is the world ahemehm) and corrupt it, bring it to eternal damnation. And the perception of some great evil looming over proper society that needs to be exorcised is perfectly understandable inside the picture of 19th century western Europe, where nationalism, colonialism and imperialism were the key-words of the socio-political asset and where, at the same time, there was the general perception that the world as people knew it was on the verge of catastrophically collapsing (think about Symbolism, for example). Things were feeling precarious and Dracula seems like the extreme attempt to cling on tradition but at the same time it is an extremely daring book (and it was classified as a yellow book when it came out) that puts in plain sight the silent, purposefully ignored underground tension caused by this repression of spontaneity and nature in favour of rational mechanic systems perpetrated by the industrial revolution and philosophical positivism. Dracula moves at night and he is hunted and killed at night, in secret.

If we consider Victorian England specifically then, we can also analyse the theme of sexuality and sexual freedom through the equation taking-blood=having-sex. Dracula represents a threat this way too, and all the blood tranfusions and drinking and lack of marriages are symbols of a dis-order of sexuality, thus the child that is born at the end after marriage is the comforting re-estabilishment of a traditional family. But the book does not fully exorcise the evil because the child ends up having Dracula's blood too, so the seed for evil unknowingly remains there, silent and never fully overcome.

What I'm saying here is I think this book is great because it gives a fine portrait of the general collective conscience of Victorian England and western politics.

[classproject3]

one night this week, i was coughing in my sleep. when i woke up, i was just like at least it's over, yk? but i did not realise how badly my coughing messed up my vocal cords until i went out.

i sounded like i was going through puberty. i couldn't even raise my pitch slightly when ordering food at a resto without my voice cracking.

and i love to sing randomly every day, so i felt like this

IT WAS TORTURE!!!!

i just hate not being able to sing. my voice has been recovering lately, though, so i was singing a bit more. i was singing when i was enjoying the summer sun on a bench, and singing when i crossed the street. some people looked at me weirdly.

i guess the ppl here don't love singing as much as my ppl (i.e. filipinos, but more specifically visayans) do. ppl here like to sing, but for my ppl, it's more than just "like." singing is our life. i remember during freshers' week here at uclan, lampworks held a karaoke event; i'd been so worried about arriving half an hour late, only to find that nobody was singing yet.

when i did more research about it, it turns out that my ppl's obsession with singing goes all the way back...

pre-colonial/indigenous

chirino (as quoted by piscos, page 227):

alcina (as quoted by kelly):

note: no page numbers, so just ctrl+f with "seldom" to find this quote

chirino and alcina were spanish chroniclers who observed the visayans before the spanish empire took hold of the whole philippine archipelago.

they observed the visayans decades apart, but visayans' love for singing remained the same.

william henry scott also discussed visayan pre-colonial/indigenous music in his iconic nonfiction book, barangay:

reading about this made me want to cry for a few reasons, namely:

1) i'd grown up thinking that my language, cebuano ("visayan"), was a very simple, plain, almost utilitarian language with no aesthetic value.

2) especially bc i'm gen z, my cebuano usage is sometimes rather diluted (lots of code-switching, code-mixing, or lexical borrowing between cebuano and english/tagalog).

3) to find out that my ancestors considered literature and music inseparable, and that our language was (is) so rich, is overwhelming.

i wish more ppl knew these things. but as long as i love to sing, i feel like i am carrying that history with me, even if my cebuano is sometimes peppered with a bit of english and/or tagalog borrowed vocabulary or code-switching.

the impact of colonialism

so... the spaniards, for all their manyyyyyy faults, actually didn't screw up our music (and by extension, our language) too much. they used religion (specifically catholicism) to conquer the visayas, even though the visayans were initially far trickier to colonise than the tagalogs were.

lizette tapia-raquel quotes one of chirino's chronicles here (pages 113-114), discussing a woman from carigara (in eastern visayas) who was indoctrinated by spanish jesuits via terrifying thoughts of eternal damnation.

but!

the spanish jesuits actually learned cebuano and other philippine languages, as arañas notes in this academic paper. they spread the word of god (and spanish empire propaganda) not by forcing the natives to speak spanish, but by learning the natives' languages.

gutierrez also notes in her nonfiction book about the balitao, an indigenous visayan art form, that spanish influence shifted the balitao's topic from simply a love debate between man and woman to catholic stuff like baby jesus' birth.

modern cebuano retains some spanish influence, but mostly through nativised words, e.g.

the united states' imperialism dealt a far more severe blow to cebuano music, as well as our language.

the americans promised to liberate the philippines from spain, but then put the then-still-nascent nation under colonial rule again. in 1900, president mckinley made english the sole language of instruction in the country, creating a diglossia in which english dominated over the philippines' indigenous languages.

even worse, the americans kept referring to the philippine languages as "dialects." their (wilful) ignorance devalued these languages, especially The Ones That Weren't Tagalog™, the native tongue of manila, historically favoured by imperialists.

tagalog was chosen as the basis of "filipino," an artificially constructed "language" (actually just a standardised, nationalistic sociolect of tagalog tbh) bc it was "more important" than other ph languages.

by the late 20th century, the impact of american ignorance and imperialism + the soft power of american pop music threatened the existence of cebuano-language music. cebuano music still existed, but indigenous or traditional art forms were abandoned in favour of pop and rock, mostly written in english.

it wasn't until the 2010s that the vispop (visayan pop) songwriting campaign breathed new life into the cebuano music scene. although vispop songs use a mix of cebuano with other languages (mostly english and tagalog), it still helped a lot of cebuano speakers embrace and love our music and language.

(this is an example of a 2010s vispop smash hit, which incorporates some english words alongside the cebuano lyrics)

a study that analysed vispop queen therese villarante-langit's songs linked the poetic qualities in her music to the now semi-obsolete cebuano art form of balak (love poetry). thats so beautiful.

even though our love poetry is no longer widely practiced, and cebuano is socially devalued in the philippines (a lot of cebuanos even look down on our own language), the sheer poetic loveliness of our mother tongue lingers in our pop songs.

this is one of my absolute favourite vispop songs EVER (released in 2023):

"day and night" by alamat features lyrics in cebuano, english, and tagalog. ms. therese villarante-langit penned the cebuano lyrics.

nylon manila said this about the use of cebuano in the song: "alamat once again embraces the beauty of the cebuano language. it adds an extra touch of romance and allure to the song."

so right now, that's where cebuano music is at: no longer quite "pure," but still a thing of unique, distinctive beauty. although our music now incorporates a lot of foreign influences (both sonically and linguistically), it hasn't lost its true-blue visayan spirit.

the same can be said for the cebuano language as a whole, too: despite all its changes, it is not broken. it's still here.

and as long as cebuanos who love ♪ music ♪ exist, it will always be here. 🫶🏼

[gandalfthegreyt]

Check Please

I did my annual intrusive thoughts check on a troubled soul from my past,

A girl I dated from 10 years back, from treatment,

A celebrity by proxy, something shared,

Tormented and tested by that spotlight, by the focus or perceived focus of others on her worth, her humanity and its potential,

About what could or should be contrasting what is, what has been,

Again incarcerated.

She had a bad relapse a few years before. She reached out to me then, and recently vulnerable by my separation and the ensuing loneliness,

I relished the contact.

She was dishonest, off the wagon and needing money.

The first sales pitch got me. She'd been clean for eight years.

At the second I ceased contact. The next year she was in my town.

A series of drug fueled decisions led her to DC and an arrest led her to treatment in Richmond, and she looked me up.

We had a few meals, fooled around once, and then she disappeared.

I don't think she immediately fell off the wagon. I believe the lapse in communication was a result of my character, and that was it.

I figured she'd do her thing and conquer another treatment program, once again becoming a substance abuse councilor.

Over dinner one night I suggested that was part of the cycle, a means to perpetuate the self hatred of being an addict in recovery.

20 something years is a long time to play that role. I couldn't do it.

I wish she hadn't either, but that identity became a well worn coat,

The yang to a life in pursuit of escape.

Well they got her again. December 2024, a week and two days from her birthday.

The sight of what life has wrought upon her, the hardness cut into her face,

It makes pulp of my insides.

There is little to be done. I'm considering a visit, but to do so is to flirt with the cunning of a chained animal's ghost, to embrace a violent suffering both familiar and near.

The world is still spinning, and the world is still spinning,

Through her desperate cyclical trauma, through Casey's bashed in brain and deteriorating social graces,

Through my sitting here gratefully in this dead end office,

Through the forced FOMO of the restaurant grunts, suffering on holidays and weekends to bring a semblance of joy and luxury they can't handle or afford.

When we gaze back on the tattered memories of this life already half spent, will we walk into the permanence of nothing confidently, contentedly, or will we suffer eternal damnation as an Instagram reel of mistakes turns rapid fire before our eyes?

It's not going to matter either way, not for long, but we are here now screaming and fucking and gasping for air, scribbling our little thoughts down, praying to exist in the memories of those we've loved and we've hurt,

Praying for meaning,

Praying for meaning,

We are praying for goddamn meaning.

Whit always oscillated between seeking spirituality and seeking release. She is too smart and too cynical for her own good, and I loved her for that.

Against my better judgement I'll look in and brace myself for a venomous bite from a hollow mask.

God knows in her shoes I'd want her, want you to check on me.

I say that not to the usual You, but to all the you's. All the friends, family and lovers who have crossed my heart's troubled path and read this page,

Because I'm certain there are just one or two left who peek in at my little cell here in this corner of the web.

And those who were once accustomed to googling my mugs likely don't do so anymore either.

There's nothing left for them anyway,

But they'd be just, and kind, to check.

[officermaddie23]

The Stormscale's Journey through the plane of nightmares bosses of each location

Emperor Ssreazha- He will be taking Minos's role since both are serpentine beings. However, Ssreazha instead of thinking that Norberrt is a criminal he is confused as to why he is here but then remembers that he warned Terris of what would happen if she kidnapped a Stormscale family member saying "I warned that idiot of what would happen if she kidnapped Aarodilya but of course no one listens to the judge of the dead" before challenging Norberrt to battle

Lether- the father of the guardian of the pride ring who was doomed like his son to spend eternal damnation for his actions

Dyn`Leth- Guardian of the pride ring since he only values himself above all else. He is summoned into battle by his father Lether. He even says "This Drakkin looks way weaker than his best friend"

Zlandicar- Guardian of the gluttony ring since he is a cannibal when he meets with Norberrt he taunts Norberrt saying "Where's that little friend of yours Lidgare to protect you now Norberrt"

Vaniki- because she followed her master's deeds to the end

Zeish Kar- Guardian of the greed ring as he betrayed the claws of Veeshan for his greedy desires

King Tormax- Guardian of the ring of violence because of how he not only gave Yelinak depression but also Dain Frostreaver IV by killing someone in their lives that was very close to them

Overlord Mata Muarm - Guardian of the ring of deception due to his lies that he made to areas he conquered in life he is a more zombified version of himself

Lord Bereket- Guardian of the ring of discord which is appropriate for himself since he called himself the rider of discord however unlike his fellow guardian colleges Bereket only challenges the protagonist to see if he is strong enough to survive he actually surrenders at the end and gives the protagonist his medallion called medallion of the fallen warriors a medallion that gives the person wearing it strength of every warrior in the time of urgency

Terris Thule- the queen of all nightmares and the one who made the mistake of kidnapping a member of the stormscale family

[avispatr]

“I’m curious,” the blonde murmurs with genuine curiosity. “Why do you dislike Alexander the Great?”

" I knew a man. A dear friend, among the greatest of men to ever breathe. I watched over him as a great bird within the mortal realm, I wished to test mankind, to see if they were worth anything. He knew me as Shahbaz, and while I was a great spirit he had no knowledge of this. To him I was just a bird with a broken wing. As a boy he fed me, and healed me.

That boy would grow strong, mighty, but above all else kind and just. That boy's name was Cyrus, and he would build the largest and greatest civilization the world ever had, the one upon which all after were based upon. The great and mighty Achaemenids were a fair and just people, no strangers to violence of course, but they always did right by their subjects so long as their subjects remained faithful. Wars were ended in those greats days under the King of Kings.

Cyrus was a good man, and a good friend. Darius his greatest successor was a grand worker and steward of his lands. His children would continue the grand tradition of the Šâhanšâh for a time...

...and then that man. That child...burned it all to the ground for the sake of his vanity project. He didn't have the constitution to survive his deeds, fortune saw him die young, his conquered lands picked at by vultures before the barbary of Rome would gorge upon it to form its repulsive Empire of vice and lust that soon turned to praise Christ, and set the foundation of this repugnant world we live in now.

I will never forgive that man for his short sightedness and arrogance. If any deserves eternal damnation it is him."

[27fm]

Playlist 23.07.2024

Staples Jr. Singers - Lost In A World Of Sin (4:01) [Searching - 2024]

Slim Cessna's Auto Club - Magalina Hagalina Boom Boom (3:39) [SCAC 102 An Introduction For Young And Old Europe - 2015]

Munly & The Lupercalians - Döder (4:51) [Kinnery Of Lupercalia; Undelivered Legion - 2022]

Gel - Attainable (1:43) [Only Constant - 2023]

Conservative Military Image - Indoor Skins (1:55) [No Squares In Our Circle - 2024]

GREM - Persevere (2:20) [GREM Demo - 2024]

Cosmic Psychos - Accountant Song (3:53) [Mountain of Piss - 2021]

Die Verlierer - Beton (2:33) [Notausgang - 2024]

Ruhr - Gestalt (2:32) [RUHR - 2024]

Ligatures - Instant Death (2:49) [Instant Death & Creator (Single from A23a) - 2024]

Poison Ruïn - Execute (3:01) [Confrere - 2024]

Zach Bryan - Sandpaper (Feat. Bruce Springsteen) (3:36) [The Great American Bar Scene - 2024]

Johnny Cash - Poor Valley Girl (2:16) [Songwriter - 2024]

Entombed - Left Hand Path (6:39) [Left Hand Path (Full Dynamic Range Edition) - 1990]

Darkness Everywhere - Retaliation (2:58) [To Conquer Eternal Damnation - 2024]

Alcest - Flamme Jumelle (5:17) [Les Chants de l'Aurore - 2024]

Bossk - Truth II (7:57) [.4 - 2024]

Baratro - The Bad, The Bad And The Ugly (4:24) [The Sweet Smell Of Unrest - 2024]

Melancholia - Yersinia in Bloom (3:02) [Book of Ruination - 2023]

Uprising - Eternal Mantra (6:37) [III - 2024]

Vígljós - 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓮 (3:50) [𝓣𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓘: 𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓮 - 2024]

Insect Ark - Psychological Jackal (8:21) [Raw Blood Singing - 2024]

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Adient Decents | An Ascendants prequel

I

The surface land knew the end of life in its last breath, how it held the body still in its grasp of mortality. Exhaling the last essence of life from the lungs and stilling blood that once pumped through the heart. They did not know Death. Its sons and daughters, their vengeance and thirst for blood in conquest. They did not know the true ivy that poisoned running waters or the stench of rotting flesh in the air as though spoors.

Soon, they learnt that the wails of mothers clutching still bodies sung in the skies and that limbs coursing with fire tore flesh or twisted obsidian blades held no living flesh. As mortal deaths become decaying armies, they suffered for the god of Brikkarg who was their only purpose. Their lives now meaningless, he would make their deaths a rite of passage. Covered in the blood of his victory and his armies full of the slaughter of enemies, a new reign was ushered from the underbelly of Brikkarg.

Long reign its God and eternal King Dhodar.

Eternal was his reign. One of great monuments built of the ruble of bones of those unmoving. High-walled mausoleums where the bodies of his once loyal soldiers become idols of worship and aspiration. Stories and tales that sang of his triumphant rise, and the showers of death he poured over the desolate lands until their land was all blood dunes and bones. The capture of the dissidents, and their rotting flesh torn by the dead ground they are dragged on by Dhodar's generals and their golems.

They praised him while they ravaged and burned in his name. While their decaying teeth tore through flesh and ate like hoarding pigs, they relished in the spoils of war gained by eternal damnation. How their mouths would froth as those hours after their last breaths were taken to destroy in sovereignty. Watching their realisation that it was not Lucifer of Hades, they stood before but something that held no moral or value—just cruelty and the empire that praised it, and his legacy.

The god who wore Titan's bones as a crown and bore scars of battles with Ares. His insignia of flayed skin flagged on poles in procession and pride before tribes were taken for food, flesh, sex, blood, and conquest. The God of Dead Flesh and Conquest, how the names so easily intertwined with that of his ruling name, and so it would be so for 120 centuries. 12,000 mortal years, the lands only knew of Dhodar, God of Dead Flesh and Conquest, immortal ruler of Brikkarg.

12,000 years of rule and he found himself on a throne built into the tower risen in his name, wondering. What more can an obsidian blade and unquenched thirst conquer?

Legacy had been a dead word in the lands of Brikkarg. There was nothing after this servitude, for they had exhausted their last breath on earth and had fallen through the gaping darkness. The same could not be said for Dhodar. He was not mortal or mundane. Had never been shamed in a human body or shed the tears that they wept in sorrow. He had known no whisper of the mercy or the caress of maternity, for the embodiment of suffering was not to ever know its warmth. Pleasure was to plunder and joy was to conquer. There was nothing ripe in his daunting body, for it had been filled with rot from the beginning.

The kind that came from feeding off pain and misery as though it were ambrosia. An opioid made out of the screams of the tormented had made all in his body, blood and bones, vile and devoid of humanity. Breaking down the light that was a soul whose misfortune had left her virtue to the bargain of a father cheating death and the lust of a wealthy evil.

The god of Dead Flesh and Conquest found his most fruitful of campaigns in the matrimony of him and Madeline Umrena. Born under the guise of holy matrimony, she was shielded by a veil and patriarchal governance until she first bled. It was in her 14 years of mortal life that the veil had been lifted, and who was once a patriarchal governance was now an auctioneer. With mercy from a merciless god offered, the Umrena patriarch would pull a golden locket from his chest. Shaken hands as bloody as they had been before his last breath revealed the wide doe eyes and a petel laid nose, the delicate touch of innocence in her pouted lips and locks of nyx black hair. She would be the consort beside the ruling god a trade from eternal torture.

The lace of innocents she had shivered and cried down the aisle in gave regency to the new Queen. Her walk stumbled, and her breaths gasped as living lungs were tortured by dead air. He had stolen a living being, for she would do more than be a consort, she would bear a legacy. It would be deemed so before a crowd of cheering, the clashing sounds of war swords and shields banging against the bodies of the dead. It would be deemed so by her father's blood, which pooled on the altar and stained the white lace torn off her body after vows under his flayed skin.

The cries of consummation were heard through blood dunes and forests of bones. Rattling the soil of the living and creating typhoons in the lands of the dead, the storms brought alert to kingdoms far and wide from Brikkarg. Heard by the dead and the immortal, her pleas for mercy rang, but so did the all too familiar sound of Dhodars successful conquest. A sound even the mightiest of gods halted in approaching, all but a single goddess.

As Madeline looked at the carvings of the full moon, tears and burning torches of fire filling it with light, she heard her. Lilith whispered a promise between the first woman and a newly made one, that a seed of clay would be what the spawn of Dhodar is made of. That the conquest Dhodar relished in today would be the collapse of his immortality tomorrow.

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Tagged by @spikyiwaizumi ❤️🐈‍⬛️ merci!

rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Sooo that would be this excerpt from ~Conquer~ a Haikyuu AU set in a fantasy world. The downfall of the Iaponian Empire.

"Your retribution demands the heads of your kin elders, and for every third decennium, your patriarchs shall perish."

This line connects the hows and the whys of the current timeline (where HQ characters are officially introduced) An eternal damnation caused by their predecessors' avarice.

Their initial remorse will turn to grudge. The crimsons of their hearts will become the same shade of ashes that they've burnt down.

Slowly, they will once again fall prey to the whispers of the demons lurking in the crevices of their tainted minds. Because history, as they say, tends to repeat itself.

Gahh! I want to say more, but I need to keep the spoilers minimal. I've got the exposition set up and have an idea for the ending, but why is it so damn hard to put them into words!!

This fanfic is still a work in progress, and my poor little noggin is currently operating with half of a brain cell lol. I'm not even certain when I can start posting kekeke.

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Anyhow, tagging 4 @'s for the four empires in the land of Sekai @crazyyanderefangirlfan @darthferbert @cottonlemonade @lcvemiyuki ❣️

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Synopsis for Conquer - Haikyuu AU

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Darkness Everywhere [To Conquer Eternal Damnation]. 2024. Bandcamp, Spotify, Instagram, Amazon, Youtube. Twitter(metalone). Hepatic Disorder. Artwork : Adam Burke.

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DARKNESS EVERYWHERE "To Conquer Eternal Damnation"