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You stew within the void, awaiting the arrival of others as the lumen hunches in front of you out of site, gorging itself on the groin slug. You’re naturally hesitant to accept its offer, the grand promises spoken along the rattling of a blasphemer’s chains. Your faith in the moon’s promises of divinity may be wavering, enough to compel you to sin, but to willingly place yourself into the hands of the being, to enter a pact with it without truly knowing why. You won’t, not now, another voice of sin needs to speak their claim.
Yet for now only the lumen remains, rattling its bindings.
“Perhaps you wish to know more. Though there is only so much I can part with,vessel.”
Within the silence you ask the lumen of your origins, what happened before you awoke before the moon, where you were.
“A vessel proved thyself exemplary. Seldom few part the tower whole. Fewer gain audience. But thy meager being remains together still. Even after all has been taken.”
It continues its brine soaked feast, dining upon the last of the pallid morsel, the stench of its ichor permeating throughout the nothing. The tether serves its purpose still even in death. The pungent scent bolsters the ravenous howls of the voices within the black, causing one of the shimmering forms along the veil’s edge to come forward and towards the light. Granting you audience.
A misshapen body of ivory skin sculpts itself before you, ribbons of sinew and clumps of muscle molding into a vaguely familiar shape.
the limbless approximation exudes a strange aura, you feel pangs of its influence even this far from its reach. Docility, deep enveloping sleep, suffocating calm. It merely nips at you now within the moonlight’s cover. Hummed lullabies sing, her name appears to you. Home.
“Listen not to the Lumen, sweet foundling. Neither he nor the moon will sully you now for I have come for you, to save you. You’ve come so far my love, through pain and loss. Your ambitions have hurt you so, cast them aside so I many relieve you. So I may bring you deep into my warmth and carry you away.”
An infinitely familiar voice smiling into the recesses of your spirit. Its words
intend to nestle deep. You feel as if you’ve known it, home, for far longer than now.
“You shall not find the divinity you sought.” She croons “As subjugation ill befits you. Your divinity shall carry through legacy. Through matrimony. Come forth.”
The lumen watches you expectantly, though you remain undecided as a voice slithers through you, stirring within.
