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Luciferian Order
I stand naked in front of a red fire, in the thick of the midnight-blue forest. The first large, clumsy drops of what will eventually blossom into a violent downpour fall around me. They strike the leaves nearby, and my skin with gentle pats, and the glowing logs with zesty sizzles. I slowly become conscious of less and less that surrounds me. The raindrops have reduced to forest noise, like the wind in the treetops above. The tent that lies somewhere in the dark behind me, beyond the fire’s glowing reach, offers a sense of cover – perceived safety from the rain and the unseen fauna. It serves as a…
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A snake slowly wound its way around Benjamin’s home. A very large snake. The tip of its forearm-sized tongue flitted in and out, just shy of being able to reach the tip of its own tail, which crawled along at the same pace only feet ahead of its nose. The snake chuffed deep, guttural hisses. As its face approached the rear corner of the structure, it stopped to flick its tongue at the old stones of the foundation walls. Rearing up a foot or two, and cocking its head to the side, the snake opened its mouth, extended it’s jaw, and lowered its two colossal fangs. Gently, it scraped them…
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He arched and stretched his back again, yawning. He closed his eyes while he rolled his neck – when he’d reopened them, Mara was no longer perched across the room. A wisp of motion to his immediate right froze him, and a flash of adrenaline swept through his body when he realized that it was her, seated only a foot or so away on the edge of the bed next to him (most likely an attempt to mimic or mock his own posture). Her head was turned to face him. Benjamin tried to the painful eye contact, as her green eyes silently shimmered and gazed into his own. This felt…
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God In The Void
And so it was that I again found myself smeared against a smooth, nearly featureless wall of stone, praying to what god there might be to restrain his whipping winds, and to help me get off of this blasted rock alive. It would seem that I may be woefully bad at assessing a rock face’s climbability since, yet again, I was desperately clamping my index fingers and thumbs down onto nothing more than ill-defined undulations in the stone, with my clunky work boots mashed sideways against the barren cliff face. Minuscule notches in the rock prevented my boots from slipping, and myself from tumbling down, down. In my defense, what…
