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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, 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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I love you, Jushies (&.) Happy Mensive, Jushatter! 🤍

Ily Jushies