Dæmon S.CW: some visceral language
From deep inside the guts of the earth, while you were desperately trying to look the road to the Underworld, you stumbled upon this shiny stone: you realized it's insanely hot as your little meaty appendage was severely fried upon touching it (oh, the sweet porky toast smell of yours), yet you proceeded with your mining scavenging pretending you were some kind of incarnate Indiana Jones, because the hot air carrying the very vaporization of your living tissues convected upwards, all the way to the skies above the uppermost heavens, and this led you to conclude, through the most hubristic non sequitur ever: that the hot stone somehow turned you into a deity.
Yeah, little chimpanzee, you are become literally God now, could you even imagine that?! Your whole vessel now irradiates and illuminates everything inside and around you with the highest invisible light ever! Like... literally, you're now a firefly with a hairless primate form!
So go ahead with the plan your primate brain noodles are so eager to conceive: smash the stone into pieces, do it, just do it!
Don't toss it into the other glowy thing you found earlier (or do, if you're really willing to, whatever, I truly don't care): do the other way around, toss the phantasmagorical glowy shrub onto the pieces you just slammed with the force of your pain (you'll find your way to it).
Then feel as this summoning ritual of sorts just makes the strongest wind to pop up into existence right in front of you (beware Lilitu, She's furious... or simply don't beware, whatever!), watch as your whole vessel becomes a living projectile faster than the speed of sound, feel as your flesh and bones turns into molten lava, and your last neuronal activity, albeit struggling to proceed with all the gymnastics of synaptic heavy-lifting, will lead you to conclude that you just did something alchemists have been dreaming for a long time: you just managed to do transmutation of matter! Yay!
...Well, except it's not lead into gold, thus you won't become gazillionaire with it: you just transmuted yourself and all your surroundings back to the cosmic soup of primordial chaos again... Oopsie!
Now, welcome back home. I was expecting you. Abandon all hope, though, ye who enter here: you're nothing more than a pointless pile of dust... no, no, not just here, little chimp: you always were nothing, you just pretended you were something!
#story #prose #dark #sadistic #danteinferno #nihilism #lucifer
From deep inside the guts of the earth, while you were desperately trying to look the road to the Underworld, you stumbled upon this shiny stone: you realized it's insanely hot as your little meaty appendage was severely fried upon touching it (oh, the sweet porky toast smell of yours), yet you proceeded with your mining scavenging pretending you were some kind of incarnate Indiana Jones, because the hot air carrying the very vaporization of your living tissues convected upwards, all the way to the skies above the uppermost heavens, and this led you to conclude, through the most hubristic non sequitur ever: that the hot stone somehow turned you into a deity.
Yeah, little chimpanzee, you are become literally God now, could you even imagine that?! Your whole vessel now irradiates and illuminates everything inside and around you with the highest invisible light ever! Like... literally, you're now a firefly with a hairless primate form!
So go ahead with the plan your primate brain noodles are so eager to conceive: smash the stone into pieces, do it, just do it!
Don't toss it into the other glowy thing you found earlier (or do, if you're really willing to, whatever, I truly don't care): do the other way around, toss the phantasmagorical glowy shrub onto the pieces you just slammed with the force of your pain (you'll find your way to it).
Then feel as this summoning ritual of sorts just makes the strongest wind to pop up into existence right in front of you (beware Lilitu, She's furious... or simply don't beware, whatever!), watch as your whole vessel becomes a living projectile faster than the speed of sound, feel as your flesh and bones turns into molten lava, and your last neuronal activity, albeit struggling to proceed with all the gymnastics of synaptic heavy-lifting, will lead you to conclude that you just did something alchemists have been dreaming for a long time: you just managed to do transmutation of matter! Yay!
...Well, except it's not lead into gold, thus you won't become gazillionaire with it: you just transmuted yourself and all your surroundings back to the cosmic soup of primordial chaos again... Oopsie!
Now, welcome back home. I was expecting you. Abandon all hope, though, ye who enter here: you're nothing more than a pointless pile of dust... no, no, not just here, little chimp: you always were nothing, you just pretended you were something!
#story #prose #dark #sadistic #danteinferno #nihilism #lucifer
Dr. Omed
RED RING OF DEATH
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