The book of the noir one lord of the dark young -1.5

The book of the noir one lord of the dark young part -1.5

I was in another realm beyond my comprehension; the buildings were 13th-century architecture that was covered in multiple tendrils that were blacker than coal; they were filled with black and grayish slime; the skies were purple filled with black smog and tendrils manifesting from portals, some of the building engulfed by purple and red flames that were otherworldly, I was breathing heavily as I felt tried and that I had the weight of atlas on my back carry a burden and gloom that consumes me I walk into a house

There is trash everywhere, blood, and pieces of paper with upside-down crucifix crosses; one of the notes says, "For I weep for the black Gaia I give my vessel to bring forth an awakening of the dark sublime and enlightenment for my flesh is the spawn of the dark young grandmother noir Gaia give me your flesh so I can trance my physical vessel and shell I am made in your image mighty lord of the woods I pray to you for your revelations and the path I have given you flesh of my young and the flesh of its offspring I have to reap the seven souls for the seven seals of the outer ones bring forth your dark heavens I pour my soul into you as you do same."

The room was filled with a red-winged totem hanging upside down. I was filled with anger and gloom, and a dreadful energy coursed through my veins. I was in a realm that felt so otherworldly but familiar.

There are various photos of families with the faces crossed out with the red-winged totem, windows were cracked, and the floor was filled with trash and black vines everywhere; some of the photos were hanging upside down as black spores, grayish black blood and  tiny black organisms and worms are falling from some of the cracks of the walls, The lights was blinking as it was hanging barley  on the rusty wire, I grab a photograph that was burned it was a photo of my family, but the faces burned out except mines,

A grayish black fog covered the house; black blood started falling, angels that were headless and had crucifixes, a tv came on at first it static "There been a lost serial killer that has targeted families of four, some of the families were tied up together with there skin flayed, and there eyes removed with their tongues stolen the killings are known as the black Gaia totem killings each of the victims are mummified and displayed with occultist rituals, there are prisons across the country have mass suicide and murder, One of this prisoner was lynched by his intestines his flesh was flayed, multiple spines from other inmates were grafted on the prisoner his James earl jack he was a serial offender of killing and other unspeakable crimes against humanity his lower jaw was removed and missing, his heart was missing there was a hollow hole in the middle of his chest.

The TV is turned off, and the lights in the room shine brighter and brighter. It made me feel nauseous and sick; The lights were blinking and blinking that unholy; I heard whispering whimpering that was Eldricth, making my skin crawl and my stomach turn. My hands were shaking from all the adrenaline and fear that was following me. Run!!! Run!! You dumb bastard was the only thought that was going through my mind. Also, the fear of the unknown, for I didn't know what shelothbanes webs of fate had in store for fate, my thoughts rushing through my mind like a storm of blades cutting my ego and will; I felt my flesh get penetrated by vines that had needles protruding from them that were used and dirty.

My skin was getting flayed slowly, and it was so painful beyond my comprehension; blood was falling out of all the holes in my body; my eyes rolled back to my skull as I felt my skull splitting open,

Then my eyes rolled back to see it, A serpentine, Tentacle covered shambling, faceless star head shaped ebony being; its aura was that of black and white dying miniature suns and chaotic photons of light that had a ghastly green glow; it was a mass of gelatinous tendrils that had lamprey like round mouths with rows of vampiric teeth, It body was covered in the black grayish fog and crimson mist that shrouded some of the body, it was covered in a grayish black with hues of vomit Green Mucus that were thick in had a stench that was the inversion of sweet scents, It was eldritch like the depths of hell itself was released the smell of the dead was in the air, It was my flesh decaying from this abomination causing me to become skeletal, I felt my emotions drain away from me.

I am the star spawn of the black Gaia; I am the totem of the shambling madness; I am the one that will devour the blood of the omniverse kin; I am Verdanbaneoth, the first falling of the great race, Ventdanbaneoth said as four massive bat wings protruding from him that were covered in eyes that were pale white pupilless," You have been chosen your sins against humanity is alluring to my lord of the woods I shall drain you of your blood for it will be replaced with the vigorous ebony Styx blood that will shape and mold you into a totem of the black Gaia .your deep dread and pain is meaningless you must discard them with your humanity to evolve into a higher self said Ventdanbaneoth as its tendrils wrapped around me squeeze my flesh and draining me out blood I lose consciousness, but I could feel the being filling my body with the blood of the black Gaia.

My face hurts from lying on the broken stone floor; I open my eyes. I'm in an old church. The stained glass is covered in black mist and frost; there are vines, religious papers, blood, worms, and other dreadful sights in the church; there are various statues of saints of the golden order were defaced and filled with demonic Eldritch runes, Blood was falling from the crosses and ceiling of the church, In the center of the room there was a shrine of tendrils black mist shrouded with thousands of goat legs and golden goat eyes, The tendrils have multiple round mouths multiple rows of sharp like teeth, I pull out my lighter, and I pick up a broken cigarette on the ground I sit on one the cold benches I inhale deeply

"What the Fuck is going on? Where am I, and how can I stop this crazy shit? I don't know what is real or not anymore, gods or god; why have you forsaken me to this fate? I feel trapped in the webs of shelothbane. My sanity is fading. What is a totem?? Why are these places I go to familiar to me like children's memories but a twisted dark inversion beyond my mortal coil? I feel trapped in a reality where time doesn't exist. Why do I not feel hungry? Why don't I feel tired? "I Thought as I smoked the cigarette down to the butt, my hands shaking and trembling. I dropped my lighter.

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