Story The things we left behind

[Qui Devorat]

There is a dark secret to every person.
Under the sweetest of smiles can reveal the sickliest of them all.
Many truths can hide a lie.
And the visions gifted by insanity
reveals the unmasked absence of reality


A woman, Nageru.
Steef's one true love.
Blonde hair, eyes of the sea.


But eyes are the window
To whatever is beyond mortal kin.
She wears a hood over them.


One day.
She lifts up her hood.
To see if he can understand.


Through the blueness.
And into the black.


A void.
To madness.
To the unenlightened meaning death.
The nonexistence of comprehension.
And it's sole inhabitant.
An entity.
Not a god.
Not a demon.




Tears.
From a thousand eyes of the night.
Breath.
From her many mouths.
Loss
From her many heads.
Desire.
To enter reality.
Desire.
To be with her love.
Sorrow.
For it can't.


Spores.
The only way to cross over.
To be with him.
The only way.
A true manifestation would destroy everything.
Madness reigning supreme.


Steef broke the gaze before his mind was lost.
He now knew everything.
Nageru was no longer the same.
Not anymore.
With that in mind
He pulled her into his embrace.
Soothing the entity into peace.
A lullaby.


Love conquers all.




STORY I MADE FOR @ppowersteef.

 

[ppowersteef]

*Wents drawing
*checks recent posts
*sees qui posted status and thread
*reads
*laughs
*looks back at drawing again
*laughs even harder

....*noticed internet started to suck

*Waits....
*Reads again
*laughs again


You, Sir, You have made my day

 

[Qui Devorat]

*Wents drawing
*checks recent posts
*sees qui posted status and thread
*reads
*laughs
*looks back at drawing again
*laughs even harder

....*noticed internet started to suck

*Waits....
*Reads again
*laughs again


You, Sir, You have made my day

 

[Desucrate]

This happened.
Good work.

 

[Qui Devorat]

In the corners of the astral planes, the fabrics of existence, the source of all magicks, lies things.
Hungry, poisonous things.
Mistakes of nature,
Mistakes of the gods.
Baying at the gates of heaven.
Their ethereal howls etching themselves into many.
Falling upon many a traveller and rendering them no more.
Their insatiable hunger wounding reality as it is consumed by a thousand maws.
Their screams as their everlasting starvation blights them.

Note from the Book of Flames.

Away life they will sweep
Feasting on minds asleep.
The watchers of the heavenly gate
Watching with hunger and hate.

Venatores.

 

[excession]

Even though sometimes I don't understand what you mean, or get the story;
Dude, you are amazingly good at putting words together and making them sound good.

 

[Qui Devorat]

Even though sometimes I don't understand what you mean, or get the story;
Dude, you are amazingly good at putting words together and making them sound good.

It's supposed to sound cryptic.
If you think about it, you'll either get it or it will make more sense than before.