𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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You finally remembered!

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transgender

love yourself

Lavender Menace

A moniker of adorable eldritch evil.

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @tranquiloutcast well, There Everyone Was. The Only People In The World. crammed Into The Same Old Church With Its Same Old Crumbling Walls. The Damp Smell Of The Molding Limestone Mingling With The Suffocating Incense That The Handler's Burnt To Drown Out The Scent Of Unwashed Bodies Was Always More Cloying Than The Body Odor Itself. Then, No One Ever Asked For Your Opinion, Or The Opinion Of Any Of The Other Sacrifices. cara's Warnings Would Not Have Fallen On Deaf Ears Otherwise. You Kept Your Eyes Fixed On The Back Of Her Neck, Right Where The Old One's Birth-etched Sigil Started To Dance Its Way Into Her Hairline, As They Shuffled The Six Of You To Altar. In Midnight Whispers Tucked Away From The Handlers, The Other Sacrifices, She'd Told You The Truth Of What Waited For You All At The Other End Of The Altar. the Reckoning. Grand Cosmic Deliverance? What A Laugh. No, There Would Be No Paradise. the Cultists Started To Chant, Voices Rising In A Frantic Chorus Of Prayer And Thanks For The Salvation That Would No Doubt Be On Its Way. they Were Blind To The Truth, However, That Beyond The Slaughter House Would Be First A Downpouring Of Meteors Aimed To Destroy What Was Left Of Your Pathetic Instance Of Earth. Followed After Only By An Eternity Of Burning Souls Tethered To A Rotting God. Cara Turned Back To Look At You With Wide, Bloodshot Eyes That Seemed To Say "the First Act Is Beginning. This Is It." poor Thing Had Not Seen Peaceful Sleep In Months, Not Since The Visions Started To Increase In Intensity. She Would Never See Peace Again. not If You Didn't Act. your Hand Slipped Under Your Tattered Jacket, Fingers Wrapping Around The Smooth Hilt Of Your First Dagger, The One Meant For An End That Was Swift And Painless. In The Same Second, You Stepped Forward, The Heavy Air And Chanting Of The Crowd Perfectly Drowned Out Scrape Of Steel Leaving Leather. you Were Determined To Burn Alone If You Had To. cara Was First. the Blade Went In Clean, Right Under The Sigil On Her Neck, In A Movement Completely Devoid Of Malice. Finally Her Tired, Frantic Eyes Faded Into A Blank, Quiet Stillness As The Burden Of Her Visions Was Finally Stripped Away. for Each One After Her, You Moved With A Terrible, Mechanic Efficiency. In The Aftermath, Five Bodies Crumpled To The Floor Of The Altar, The Horrible Fate Stripped Clean. There Was No Holy Awakening, No Echos Of Rejoice. beneath Your Feet, The Heavy Grinding Of Machinery Deep Below The Crypts Groaned To Life Ahead Of Schedule. the Voices Of The Cultists Died In Their Throats. Aside From The Grinding Of The Machinations Below, Thrumming Through Your Core, There Was Silence. then The Screaming Started. They Moved To Subdue You, The Eldest Of The Handlers Moved In First. Her Ceremonial Robe Ruffling Like The Wings Of A Trapped Bird. She Was Not A Holy Woman; She Was The Keeper Of A Slaughterhouse, And Her You Failed To See Any Use She'd Been In The Last Two Decades. the Other Dagger Was A Crude, Jagged Thing. The Hilt Weighed Heavy In Your Other Hand. You Swung Hard With It, And Where The Blade Met The Wretch, A Sickeningly Wet And Heavy Crack Echoed Out Into The Church. then The World Started To Break. that Didn't Stop You From Doing What Needed To Be Done. #gore #violence #cult #implied-abuse you Never Get To Just Walk Away. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀