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Artist: Lucas King - Song:Dark Piano Hate - Word Count: 803
How long had it been? The incandescent moon loomed indifferently, it’s hazy full glow casting it’s light upon the desert night. It’s cruel glow illuminating the haunting wraiths that lurked howling in it’s presence. Ah. . .how the moon’s glow framed these beasts
. Yes they had come, crawling from the void from whence they came, hungry children, ravaged creatures of negativity. Those drawn by the being at their apex, a vasto lorde. Drawn by the promise of something new, drawn by the horror of something truly sinister. It did not matter why, but it seemed as if upon the realm that once feared them, upon the soils they once haunted, the creatures of nightmares, the remnant echo of souls devoured once more surfaced.
Laws did not matter, did not confine the creatures, horrendous and vile that soon flooded these streets. The humans had no place in this city anymore. Oh they tried, and they struggled like wriggling insects in a spiders glistening web--however it only sought to quicken their demise. The ugly reality was, hope was lost for these humans and in the dark underbelly of their fate another being stirred.
Order had been overturned, and chaos reigned. Somewhere in the darkness, and emerald eye opened, a gleam resonating with the darkness, a presence settling upon the earth, staining it, twisting and dying it with midnight fog. Finally the clouds would encompass the moon, and plunge this fair city into darkness. The shadows would contort, writhing like monsters which groped aimlessly in the darkness. From their embrace hands would breach, their skin like the moon in the sky. Emerald eyes, adorned by bleached white hair graced the air that was distorted by the very smog that left their lips.
Lips that curved faintly, the visage of a devil projected from such a child like frame, yet not a single hollow would notice the entrance of this queen. No, as the screams of other beings permeated the air, as the streetlamps one by one flickered, the queens hand would raise and zao ka would begin to distort the air, it would leave it’s taint in the skies. It would be as if the city had been plunged into darkness, the lights one by one would go out, shatter, or short circuit. Sweeping out three or four miles from her location there would only be a moving path of darkness.
Even as the queen strode forth, the billowing clouds of smog that escaped her lips caressing her footsteps, tendriling around her form she strode forth. The sweet smell of fear in the air was enough to cause the queen to be in a truly joyous mood. How long had it been, since the world of living had been unsettled to such an extent? Even as she walked by houses filled with the frightened children, women . . men she could smell the stench of their sweat, hear the thrumming of their hearts, the whimpers that barely escaped lips, the cries that were silenced.
Her words were soft, a caress that lingered in the ears of those within three miles of the queen. That voice was ancient, full of an emotion that could only be closely likened to amusement, but infinitely darker. ”Hello poppets, i couldn’t help it. It feels so good out here after all. . “~
Following those words her twisted laughter was a jaunty chorus of wails, like a symphony of lost children that had only in time grown warped and corrupted by the sins and hatred that accumulated upon them as they wandered. It was a sound that caused quite a few of the mundane to die simply from fear. Women. . killed their children, fathers beat their spouses, the paranoid well. . Ill leave the paranoid to your imagination. Just the sound of her voice had pushed fear into irrational terror. There were no filters, the mask that inami asthavon had so carefully erected, the bad, the good, the worse, and the budding. All of them gave way to primality, she was an avatar of chaos, a child garbed in the cloak of lawlessness. In her truest form, joy had no place, love had no place, fear, hatred, amusement and glee all faded before the dry unadulterated lawlessness.
Lawlness that seeped from her pores, radiated from the very ground she walked upon. This was Inami Asthavon, Dysnomia the once deity of lawlessness, queen of chaya, and sister of mana. Her white-toothed smile, a crooked faint smirk if anything, promised far darker things would transpire here. Hero’s, Villians, Hope, Despair. All of it did not matter to this being, who at this moment was not here as Inami Asthavon, but rather was here as Dsynomia, the child of lawnessness. Here, on this dark night, in this forsaken place, once more she reared her ugly head.