IN THE FARTHEST PIT OF HELLCORE (DEEPER-SCREAM), 9-80. 1 🩸
Mortal nightmare dares wander, where the air itself seems flayed by the shrieks of ages long condemned, its monstrous coils grind against the blackened stone as though crushing centuries of forgotten pleas and its breath, heavy with the stench of worlds undone, drifts like a funeral storm across caverns carved from despair.
CRUSHING, 54: DESCEND..
(Extinct Of Devoured Coils)
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HELL. 88-09, 5.
Certainty Of Phyton Fears
A Realm Mercy Forsaken.
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ABYSS OF WANDERER.
And any wanderer lured into that abyss finds their fate sealed not by fire, nor by iron, but by the slow, crushing certainty that the Python guards a depth where even damnation fears to descend.
STORM HOLLOWS LIGHTLESS
CARVED FROM DESPAIRED
: 10, 1999? 9. (STENCH.)
THEY ARE MERELY SPECTATORS TO THE ECLIPSE OF MY RUIN.
They speak in hollow echoes, their words ash in the mouth, while I am drowning in a scarlet hell of my own making an agony they are too blind to see and too cowardly to touch. They mock the bleeding heart of my emotion, a feeling that thunders in my veins, foreign and terrifying to their grey, soulless existence. THEY OFFER NO HAND. Their hands are clean, pristine, while mine are permanently stained with the blood and venom of battles they forced me to fight. Their whispers are a serpent’s hiss, coiling around my mind, promising solace but delivering only a slow, psychic poison a “JUSHATTER” of the soul that leaves me in infinite fragments.
Our very first breath was a vapor of damnation in a fallen world. We are all sinners, wading through the same river of blood and regret that flows inevitably towards the same divine, unforgiving judgment. So who are they to ascend that self-made pedestal, to pretend they can read the divine ledger with their forked tongues? Their righteousness is a facade, a painted mask over a grinning skull. In the end, no amount of their judgment will save them from the abyssal fire.
We are all kindling for the same eternal pyre, all souls destined to be scorched by the same holy, searing light. Our shared damnation will be the final, great equalizer in this crimson-stained cosmos a perfect, terrible JUSHATTER where every soul finally breaks into the same glorious, screaming silence. 𑁤🪦
THEY ARE MERELY SPECTATORS TO THE ECLIPSE OF MY RUIN.
They speak in hollow echoes, their words ash in the mouth, while I am drowning in a scarlet hell of my own making an agony they are too blind to see and too cowardly to touch. They mock the bleeding heart of my emotion, a feeling that thunders in my veins, foreign and terrifying to their grey, soulless existence. THEY OFFER NO HAND. Their hands are clean, pristine, while mine are permanently stained with the blood and venom of battles they forced me to fight. Their whispers are a serpent’s hiss, coiling around my mind, promising solace but delivering only a slow, psychic poison a “JUSHATTER” of the soul that leaves me in infinite fragments.
We were all forged in the same pit, born from the same primordial clay, marked with the same original sin. ✶
Our very first breath was a vapor of damnation in a fallen world. We are all sinners, wading through the same river of blood and regret that flows inevitably towards the same divine, unforgiving judgment. So who are they to ascend that self-made pedestal, to pretend they can read the divine ledger with their forked tongues? Their righteousness is a facade, a painted mask over a grinning skull. In the end, no amount of their judgment will save them from the abyssal fire.
We are all kindling for the same eternal pyre, all souls destined to be scorched by the same holy, searing light. Our shared damnation will be the final, great equalizer in this crimson-stained cosmos a perfect, terrible JUSHATTER where every soul finally breaks into the same glorious, screaming silence. 𑁤🪦
66—14. A BLOOD-BORNE FORCE SLITHERS FORTH TO USURP THE MIND’S LAST UNTAINTED PULSE. 🦇
Magnifying trivial disturbances into monstrous catastrophes. It is at this juncture that JUSHATTER fractures the boundaries of the time-limit, relinquishing direction and drifting with a wandering sutih swallowed by the fog of fate.
✢ ODDS / IN CLANDESTINE:
(cadence, leaving elongated
impressions never fade.) 89
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Remnants of a Lost Soul
No Longer Worthy of Veneration,
AN OMEN STIRS.
A creature forged of archaic vendettas and a symbolism of patience lacquered with silent venom. It is an entity capable of corroding, poisoning, and unraveling the core of
....
THE COVENANT OF BREAKER AND LIMIT SETTER, A FORCE ARISES, MYSTIC DOMINANT. 00:12 The Consilient Strength that summons the Guardian Serpent into its Venom-Bonded power. ✶
Phyton serpent awakens when Exhaust
Energy erupts within the Abyssal Pulsar,
activating the Void Point that pry open
A RIFT FOR •• THE ABYSS TO BREATHE.🦠
Magnifying trivial disturbances into monstrous catastrophes. It is at this juncture that JUSHATTER fractures the boundaries of the time-limit, relinquishing direction and drifting with a wandering sutih swallowed by the fog of fate.
✢ ODDS / IN CLANDESTINE:
(cadence, leaving elongated
impressions never fade.) 89
\
Remnants of a Lost Soul
No Longer Worthy of Veneration,
AN OMEN STIRS.
THE PHYTON SERPENT.A creature forged of archaic vendettas and a symbolism of patience lacquered with silent venom. It is an entity capable of corroding, poisoning, and unraveling the core of
JUSHATTER itself.....
THE COVENANT OF BREAKER AND LIMIT SETTER, A FORCE ARISES, MYSTIC DOMINANT. 00:12 The Consilient Strength that summons the Guardian Serpent into its Venom-Bonded power. ✶
Phyton serpent awakens when Exhaust
Energy erupts within the Abyssal Pulsar,
activating the Void Point that pry open
A RIFT FOR •• THE ABYSS TO BREATHE.
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