Enlightened

I experienced a monstrum, one not so much bearing omens of the will of the gods,

but of us, of ourselves, of our society. I came to see them as

monstrous, misshapen reflections in a distorted mirror to human civilization. 

Clawing free in the wildest ecstasy of red memories

I witness the rise of Khadum-Azra, warriors of darklight

That Which

That which surprises you so much is the daily habit of

that beast; for this he lives, for this he loses sleep, for

this he burns the midnight oil.

Pulse

“Arterial Sacred Elixir is self-baiting, hanging on a hook of

iron already implanted within. 

The disincarnate can smell it, and they will show up, 

because they want to remember what it was like to pulse.”