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What follows is an act of storytelling, poetry, and art in the trappings of horror, dread, the absurd, and the occult. Topics will include religious, political, and societal corruption. There will be monsters, some supernatural and others human. A central character will be the “Mother of the Void,” a figure who predates the universe itself and whose origins, purpose, and intentions are unknown. She is a cosmic force embodying the vast empty nothingness that none can truly comprehend. She is the inevitable, the irresistible, and the one who will devour all things.

The creative act to follow is not for all viewers. It does not cater to every reader that might come across this space–and that is okay. Reader, viewer, participant, you have been warned.

Into Hell

I wonder if any of us knew what it meant when we swore to follow him into Hell’s depths. It was only a figure of speech, until it wasn’t. None of us imagined we’d stand in the blistering heat of that wasteland, an infernal plane filled with indescribable horrors, and we with but one order, retrieve the obsidian blade. We knew what had to be done, and we all questioned if those directing our mission were suited to safeguard the artifact. Regardless, we were prepared to follow him into Hell.

Tyrant Falling

The oppressor and destroyer
ravages the land in madness,
enslaving all who dwell within.

Billions of hands and feet
carry out its twisted will,
but it writhes now in agony.

Fewer and fewer hands
surrender to its chains.
Its enemies surround it.
The Tyrant sees slipping
its stolen throne.

The Tyrant god

is falling.

The Awakening

“Look into the fire,” he said, and I did. “Now look deeper.”

I was drawn in, surrounded by heat and light, momentarily held. Parts of myself, my soul, my spirit, ignited and burned away, but I was not afraid. This moment was sacred, cleansing.

He pulled me from the flames and pronounced a new baptism. Billowing black smoke and sharp embers poured from my nose and mouth like a spirit being exorcised from my body. For a moment, my insides were an inferno. I fell.

Ecstasy turned into agony, but only briefly. The pain quickly subsided. I rose, cleansed and made new.

Wrathborn

Stir from your slumber;
stir you, O Wrathborn.
Be filled with Her Fury.
Rise to Her command.

Mother of the Void,
She calls out to you.
You will be Her hands.
You will be Her teeth.

You will devour
all her enemies.
Their lifeless bodies
shall be an offering.

In darkness creep,
unseen in shadow.
Be the terror
sent before Her.

Mother sends you forth.
Go; do not fail her.