Processional

The Rot hears, the Rot crawls, the Rot envelops. The Rot sees, the Rot spreads, the Rot consumes. The Rot feels, the Rot rouses, the Rot eats. No creature, no structure, no earthly Creation can cease the movement of the Rot – and those that try shall be devoured in its wake.
Where the Flame and the Flower attempt to sterilize the Rot with their heat and life, the Rot pervades every inch of their dominions with its filth. Where the Watcher knows and sees, the Rot thus tints her warped perceptions of the way Creation is. Where Voice and Muse call out to the pitiful mortals standing atop the earthly Creation, the beautiful Rot distorts their message and song. Where Dichotomy separates Creation into morality of black and white, Rot paints his lens with a sickly spattering of yellow to obscure truths. Where Birth, Life, and Death hold their sanctimonious values of purity in mortality, the Rot corrupts their forms to become hosts for his divine vulgarity.
Only Slaughter understands the innate beauty of his brother Rot, accepting his corrupted spirit with open arms. Hand in hand walk violent, untimely death and harrowing plague – and the brothers reach out to embrace all mortals within Creation. Know the name of Rot so that all mortals may be blessed by his infested, writhing divinity. He shall encompass all of thy mortal flesh, granting it the spark of new life – a host for the wriggling creatures of Rot.
Where Sky expands into a vast, never-ending sea of stars and clouds, she is thus infested by the spread of Rot and disease. From one mortal atop Creation to the next spreads the name of Rot, his plague imbuing his host with virulent beauty. Where Earth shields mortals from the infinite Fathomless, so spreads the Rot through the land. In his blighted allure, so spreads the crawling Rot from shoreline to cliff’s edge… and we, his Children, adore it so.
To become divine hosts, we must accept the Rot unto ourselves. Be blessed in the name of Namtar, for it is his word that shall allow us to ascend beyond the pitiful rock of Marvelo.
In faith and duty,
Your Children of Rot