Sol Invictus

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Tw: Gore, descriptions of gore, one slight mention to animal death, someone being religously in love with a god, human sacrifice, sucidide. Self-Harm? If you count riping an organ out as sh. This is fucked up. 


Inspired by the song at the top.




Placing your feet upon the steps, you climb your way up. To the temple of Sol Invictus. Your toga brushes against the marble and rock, you were wearing it for the special occasion. You were giving yourself to Sol Invictus, to the sun. You were giving your soul, your identity, your life, your traditions and values to him.

You enter the cella, the dark room. His face is.. beautiful. A majestic crown of golden rays sits on wavy blonde hair. His face looks at you, welcomes you. Sol. Sol Invictus, his painting, his statue. He. He is in front of you, he has outstretched palms, of which you will place yourself into.

You sit down on the floor, in front of the altar. Your first gift, money. CC denari, you had been saving up, you wanted to give the best you could. You place the money in the altar, on the carcass of the last offering, you bury it into the body, to bless the money. You look back upon his face, his golden face staring at you, you think he's pleased. You get onto your knees, you place your lips against both of his palms. To show you truly hailed him as the supreme god. Above anyone, above Mars. Above Luppiter. Above anyone.

You pull out a gladius, you had stolen it from your father. You didn't meet the standards to become a legionarius, but that wouldn't stop you from getting a gladius. Since you had been rejected, you couldn't give up your life for Sol Invictus on the battlefield, you would give it now. You put the gladius towards your chest, and stab yourself, you carve. You pull the gladius around your flesh, trying to cut your heart out of the prison that is your body.

You refuse to scream, even as your mouth opens in agony and your eyes shut and rivers of tears erupt. You would never scream in his temple. Not in any temple. You place yourself upon his hands, as you fully rip your heart out, the blood gushing out in streams as you place it in his hands.

That is the last thing you do before you fall backwards and fully give your life to Sol Invictus. Ave Sol Invictus, Ave Roma, Ave Imperator.





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