Then Betid A Wonder Dread and Eldritch: A Murk Far Weighter / A Blight-Born Veil. Ignite hath no mercy, nor any pause in the tempest ⛧ it is torment stripped even of witness. The damned flail in the unmapped black, unable to brace their minds for what next shall seize them.

VIII · Shadow-Bond Homily
THE ROTTEN CATECHISM
Here the keenest anguish is the absence
of all regard, for in this eclipse hell comes
unmarked (Fragment X:VI) unwatched,
unmeasured, as The Creator misplaced
to rolled away candles into the rotten abyss, leaving the ashes of forsaken.
ㅤWith no eye upon it, torment grows,
ㅤa cascade of afflictions obeying.
ㅤDawns a truth upon the damned,
ㅤThe Respite, The Damned Agony,
ㅤthat hell may yet descend further,
ㅤa ceaseless force, that despair. — ⸸

May itself be torn apart and cast into the void like a husk split by relentless ruin. Thus stands the realm eclipsed, a pit so wholly forsaken that even sorrow finds no footing, and despair is scattered to the void like blight upon deadened fields.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(Apocrypha....)
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ㅤ(”From whence where ye begotten?”
ㅤ”a womb of caliginous malison… ”) ⸸

We were begot to the voidless void, the tenebrae that outlived its begetter. Heirs, true inheritors of an eclipsed pit. Crawled far from mercy, for mercy disowned us, our first respiration drank up the very well-spring of day. So that the firmament itself seemed to recoil, ashamed of such near traffick with our being.

“They were the progeny of an Eclipsed hell, bent not knee to aught for a pride.”
A man bellowed from the depths:
"CALL THEIR NAMES!"

And lo, from the bowels of suffering they arose; DOOMVEIL, RAVENBITE, GLOOMBREATH.

Upon us rests the grace of that which must be so, the severe majesty of what may not be gainsaid, for in our very being stands this proof incarnadine, That Damnation Once Brought To Its Pitch and Perfection, doth not determine...
IT PROPAGAETH!
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ㅤ
ㅤ(”From whence where ye begotten?”
ㅤ”a womb of caliginous malison… ”) ⸸

We were begot to the voidless void, the tenebrae that outlived its begetter. Heirs, true inheritors of an eclipsed pit. Crawled far from mercy, for mercy disowned us, our first respiration drank up the very well-spring of day. So that the firmament itself seemed to recoil, ashamed of such near traffick with our being.

“They were the progeny of an eclipsed hell, never knew sufficing to a greed.”
A man bellowed from the depths:
"CALL THEIR NAMES!"

And lo, from the bowels of suffering they arose; SINPULSE, HELLBORNE, SINSTORM, HELLMIST.

Upon us rests the grace of that which must be so, the severe majesty of what may not be gainsaid, for in our very being stands this proof incarnadine, That Damnation Once Brought To Its Pitch and Perfection, doth not determine...
IT PROPAGAETH!
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ㅤ
ㅤ(”From whence where ye begotten?”
ㅤ”a womb of caliginous malison… ”) ⸸

We were begot to the voidless void, the tenebrae that outlived its begetter. Heirs, true inheritors of an eclipsed pit. Crawled far from mercy, for mercy disowned us, our first respiration drank up the very well-spring of day. So that the firmament itself seemed to recoil, ashamed of such near traffick with our being.

“They were the progeny of an eclipsed hell, hammered forth in wrath.”
A man bellowed from the depths
"CALL THEIR NAMES!"

And lo, from the bowels of suffering they arose; BLIGHTKISS, NIGHTSHRED, VOIDTIDE, BLOODWISP.

Upon us rests the grace of that which must be so, the severe majesty of what may not be gainsaid, for in our very being stands this proof incarnadine, That Damnation Once Brought To Its Pitch and Perfection, doth not determine...
IT PROPAGAETH!
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