The Embrace of Parasite Flesh

The embrace of the parasite flesh is a silent curse, a pact sealed in the darkness, where the Living, in their quest for power or redemption, finds themselves bound to the abyss. Agony becomes the only faithful companion of the living.

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Invocation and Seduction

It is not the Living who invoke the Vorabyssiem, but rather the Vorabyssiem who, like a predator lurking in the shadows of existence, chooses its prey. Through terrifying dreams, enchanting whispers, and visions of catastrophe, it slips into the minds of vulnerable souls. When sadness, anger, and despair dominate a heart, it is then that it hears the call of this deep suffering, ready to respond to the devastation it has itself sowed.
The souls of the Living, in their solitude and torment, try to flee from this malicious presence, but the more they try to ignore it, the tighter the grip of the Vorabyssien becomes. Each cry of pain, each rejection of the darkness only strengthens its pull. Its nature is fueled by hatred, nourished by the grudges that gnaw at broken hearts, and it delights in the dark passions that engulf souls.
Thus, like an invisible yet inescapable web, the Vorabyssiem weaves its grip around every Living being, irresistibly drawing them toward it. And each passing day brings them closer to the point of no return, where the encounter with their executioner becomes inevitable, slowly plunging them into a fateful doom. The Vorabyssiem, in its macabre design, never lets a Living soul escape its grasp, for it feeds on suffering and disillusionment, pushing them relentlessly toward madness, ruin, and death.

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Damnation

The Vorabyssiem offers a pact, sometimes clear, sometimes insidious. In exchange for its dark power, it demands an offering: the soul of the Living. But this agreement offers no guarantees, as many perish, unable to bear the weight of the union. The Vorabyssiem, soulless, then clings to the soul of its host to honor their bond. If the Living survives, they will carry an abomination beneath their skin, a mark that will awaken when the Vorabyssiem's power is once again needed. This abomination, woven into the very fabric of the pact, will patiently wait for its moment to return, ready to resurface in a burst of terror and suffering. Once the pact is sealed, none can escape its grip. The Living who dares accept the Vorabyssiem's offer becomes its eternal slave, doomed to bear the curse of this agreement through time. With every breath, every heartbeat, the abomination waits, ready to emerge when the pact demands it. There is no turning back.

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Burden

The Vorabyssiem, like a vile parasite, settles into the Living, and their decline begins, imperceptible yet inexorable. Day by day, it slowly devours the flesh of its host, slipping through their veins like a stealthy poison. It infiltrates, threading through every muscle, every drop of blood, until the skin twists and necroses under the weight of its grasp. The bones themselves, weakened, crack under the growing anguish, while the blood, once nourishing, hardens and dries, leaving only traces of what once was alive.

Vitality, the sacred fire that once animated the Living, dissipates into the bottomless abyss. Each breath becomes a torment, each heartbeat a pain. But worse than the pain of the flesh is the influence of the Vorabyssiem, which slowly devours the body of its host. The Living, in their desperate struggle to escape this invisible curse, find that even death seems a gentler refuge than the prolonged suffering they endure. This is where the Vorabyssiem takes pleasure: in the slow degradation, in the silent agony of its host, for as long as they resist, it feeds ever more on the distress it inflicts.

Power

The activation of the Vorabyssiem's power demands a bloody sacrifice. To invoke the dark force that lies hidden in the bowels of the abyss, the Living must mutilate, strike, and break themselves. Each wound inflicted upon their own flesh opens a channel, a link to the waiting horror inside, ravenous and ready. It is in the pain, in the screams of the soul, that the power awakens, but every moment of power seized is merely another step toward damnation. This power is not given freely, it is torn from the Living through bloodshed, and once used, it leaves an indelible mark, a rift that cannot be closed.

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Liberation

When the Living succumbs to the injuries inflicted by the union with the Vorabyssiem, they do not find peace in death, but rather transformation into a creature of shadow and devastation. The soul of the Living, get lost in the abyss, his body merges with the terror to turn them into Vorabyssien, but in a much wilder manner. Stripped of all humanity, they become an incarnation of pure and uncontrollable violence. Their flesh, still tainted by the abyss, regenerates into a grotesque monstrosity. Bones twist, skin stretches, and tendrils of shadow erupt, devouring everything in their path. These creatures, now known as Vorabyssiem Fallen, are a far greater threat than their former selves. Unshackled from the chains of consciousness, they are guided only by the thirst for destruction. Their power is amplified, fueled by rage and suffering, leaving only ruins in their wake. But this power comes at a cost: the mind of the Living is swallowed whole, replaced by an unending fury, a voracious abyss that knows no mercy.