﹡ 𝐆𝐎𝐃̷’𝐒⠀🕷️⠀𝚆𝙴𝙱 .

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explicitly said*   Damn it

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*    So real for this say it Louder Pls

[girl who does frankenstein analysis with his friends for fun voice and runs a 113 member frankensyein server]

** local god wants to die for a night xoxo

he wonders why teeth were given as he watches vemon and white dust the edges of her mouth. there is satisfaction in preparating one's body for the expected answer. it looks like an altar cup in this lighting. even something forever empty has its comfort food. the beast snaps its jaws at the saint in a restless motion, extending outwards with no intention to bite. "you forget yourself." he slides his hands over his throat like a wax doll that does not understand its worth, smoothing his expression out. "i only mean that the gods do not deserve mercy." but his voice is mossy —–filled the brim with pools of nausea and contained anger.
            
            the gods are smears of creation that should have been forgotten. predators are predators until they are around each other. they take turns hunting each other because the gods should not be saved and because niko can not be. if only there were staples strong enough to force him on a hunger strike. he clears his throat. it feels like it is ripping out and he is nothing but a lamb with gooey crimson gushing out. 
            
            where do you feel closest to the gods? is it on the battlefield watching nerves leak out of your enemies ears? is it the bone-crushing that rattles your skull? maybe it's the shame you feel after tearing yourself apart. "rid me of it tonight in the manner you sense most fit." make it count. he claws at his neck. let him be weightless. 

⠀⠀⠀✸ ݁ ⠀WORLD⠀I.⠀⠀ The Patron Saint of The Eye  ⧹   C͟h͟a͟r͟u͟n͟ ⠀ ⠀: ⠀⠀(@mortalweeps )               “MERCY IS A HUMILIATION,”⠀⠀like the silk from spinnerets responses are shot swiftly from the hung mouth,⠀⠀“I HAVE NEVER KNOWN IT;   I HAVE NO DESIRE FOR IT.”⠀⠀Spoken in a hiss with words laced with venom,   teeth of chalk white gnashing together needlessly,   nigh splitting Her own tongue with the hastiness that delivered the odd sort of self-defense,   body twisting itself unnaturally in the manner of a Snake than a Spider in His direction.
            ⠀⠀A moment’s silence   ——   The Saint only stares,   stares and stares as if It has nothing else to say,   though it was not the type of silence that waited patiently for a response.   It served as brief scrutinisation,   the poison of Her voice wearing off into the simple,   mocking tone once again,   terrible face curling into sneers:⠀⠀“DO  /YOU/  WISH FOR SOME DISEASED GOD’S MERCY?   DO YOU  /KNOW/  IT?”⠀⠀
            ⠀⠀To accept Mercy from Man or God is the admittance of being something Rotten within oneself,   an act of submission,   frailness,   a damning of the self.   To crave Mercy is to be meek,   shackled,   a ball and chain of one’s own guilts improperly vanquished and foolishly hidden in the heart,   clawing at the chest,   carving cavities unbidden.   Mercy is Punishment itself,   a sort of execution of one’s own pride.   And  ████’██  is far from being blind in the eyes   ——   even if  /She/  craved forgiveness one need not be omniscient to see She is beyond what can be forgiven.

⠀⠀⠀✸ ݁ ⠀WORLD⠀I.⠀⠀ The Patron Saint of The Eye  ⧹   C͟h͟a͟r͟u͟n͟ ⠀ ⠀: ⠀⠀(@angelicmsgs)               HERE THE MESSIAH OF CHARUNORE STANDS WITH VISION FIXED ON TRAVELLING ANTS THAT RUN ACROSS THE MUDDY GRASS.   IN THIS TOWN THERE ARE EYES ALL OVER THAT STARE AND STARE UNTIL HOLES ARE FORMED IN HUMAN FLESH.   THE PEOPLE WILL STARE VORACIOUSLY LIKE MEN UNBLINDED BY THE GRACE OF GOD.   BUT HE DOES NOT,   FOR HE DREAMS OF GOUGED SOCKETS.
            ⠀⠀AND WHEN HE IS ADDRESSED THE MAN REFUSES TO LOOK UP.   HE REFUSES TO LOOK AT ANOTHER ‘HUMAN BEING’   ――   TO /SEE/ ANYTHING AT ALL.   LIKE IN SUDDEN PRAYER  THE STANDING BODY FALLS TO ITS KNEES ON DIRTY GROUND,   HUNCHED OVER.   IT IS ABRUPT,   THE WAY THOSE BLOODY AND BONEY FINGERS SHOOT UPWARDS ONLY TO DIG THEMSELVES INTO THE SUNKEN GAZE,   THE SHOVEL OF A BODY-SNATCHER JABBING INTO GRAVES.   AND VERDANT DAS…   HE DOES NOT KNOW WHY,   WHY HE FELL AT ALL.   THERE ARE MANY THINGS UNKNOWN TO HIM THAT HE DOES NOT KNOW HIMSELF.
            ⠀⠀“/Tired/!”⠀⠀ EXCLAIMED WEAKLY AND IMMEDIATELY   ⸻   FALSE ASSUMPTIONS;   IT HAS BEEN MANY A YEAR SINCE TIREDNESS LAST BLESSED THESE BLOODSHOT EYES, UNBLINKING STILL.⠀⠀“Oh!   Oh,   how I wish I was so!”⠀⠀ THIS INFERNAL AWAKENESS WAS BUT A PLAGUE UPON HIS CURSED SOUL.   
            ⠀⠀THE BODY CURLS INTO ITSELF LIKE A ROTTING SNAKE’S.   WERE IT POSSIBLE,   HE WOULD CRUSH THESE FRAIL BONES,   FORCE THESE LIMBS INTO THE SHAPE OF THE OUROBOROS AND SWALLOW UP THIS BODY AND MIND SO VERY RIDDLED IN DISEASE UNTIL THERE IS NOT AN EYEBALL TO SEE THROUGH LEFT.   TODAY ONLY SOBS WRECK THE BODY,   NOTHING MORE.⠀⠀“Ah!   Ah!   I am lost at the Holy Gates!”⠀⠀THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO SAY   ――   MORE ACCURATELY,   DAS DOES NOT DESIRE TO SPEAK MORE.   ALL LOOKS ARE FELT LIKE NAILS STABBING AND TEARING SKIN,   AND HERE THERE ARE MANY EYES NOW.
            ⠀⠀“Leave me,   leave me!   Do not look upon me!”
            
            *       Normal People:   Lol Yah I'm A Little Tired Long Weak Right.        anyways i still dislike this but whatever we die like verdant

[   he was sat near a man  —-  despite not knowing his name nor who he was  ,  the angel sympathized with him.   it was odd  , for an angel who usually kept their distance from mortal affairs to feel so drawn to a stranger.    perhaps it was the man's expression or demeanor that spoke louder than words to raziel.    ]     you look tired  ,  mon ami.    [   he took out the courage to speak  ,  a small smile on his lips.   his wings were hidden from the mortal eye  ,  not wanting to attract attention from the townsfolk  ,  as they had already unsettled him enough.   the messenger was curious about the man  ,  for his face seemed to hold many unshared stories.   ]
            
            // attempt #2! pre-possesion verdant this time since u mentioned bro was a bit crazy. i tried to cook something....

*            thinking about hermann hesse:       “The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.”

*       ouhhhh don't get me started on the SCORPION!!!

 // yes!!! give me spider ️

(   @angelicmsgs   ):             *      omg wait...   cuz this is a cross-universe does that mean i can do non-cannon divergered kaz ??   ::::3   full spider...

// can i get old world kaz pleek, maybe raziel drops into xer world and encounters her? i feel like they would have a weird first meeting (in a good way)