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Description: The end is nigh and together we'll burn. When Iacob of Gethesmane descended into the Pit he sacrificed six of his brother-monks to pave the way. They yet scream still, the moaning conflagration of their souls serving as candle-light to his endless writings and a boon for tired pilgrims searching for the flames of communal annihilation.
Description: Varhka lives! It still searches for its head down here in the damp dark. Its butcher-blade drags along the mossy stone. The bullish roar of its severed head fills these long lost halls... for it screams when torchlight shines upon it. My only comfort now serves to call it ever-closer. It wishes to be whole once more... to open the gates of this foul dungeon... and my fresh sinew would help to bind it tight!
Description: Behold the fabled Shiabat. When she fell from paradise she did not feel regret. She embraced the power of the infernal flames and in the bloody centuries since that foul day she has delighted in the molting beauty of her twisted form. With cannibal rite and seductive symmetry does she find succor amongst the weeping world of man.
