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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.

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.