Fallen from perfection
(The following is an except from a cultist's journal)
"How Valedorous has fallen. Once the epitome of evolutionary perfection; now tainted by the darkness of temptation. The lord I loved so, my beholder master-is dead. What remains is a husk; a foul puppet of this 'World-knitter'. How sad; for his eminence to be controlled by such a disgusting assimilator of life. How can eyes so beautiful become poisonous yellow? "
"All is lost. Every night I am restless. The darkness seeps into my soul like thick treacle, asphyxiating me. I cry out, but my lord is blind to my pleas. Perfection is a lie, a fleeting moment of bliss. But I will still follow him; for I love him still. I remember not his name now, But I recall his former grace. Five eye-stalks, neat and cared for; gazing upon the Majesty of every sunset. Even with this foul darkness upon us; I will follow my master into the abyss."
THERE IS NO BEGINNING. NO END. THERE IS ONLY THE VOID. O' MASTER; HAVE THEE FORSAKEN US BOTH SO. THE VOID HATH TAKEN ME. PRAISE THE ABYSS. PRAISE THE WORLD-KNITTER."
"How Valedorous has fallen. Once the epitome of evolutionary perfection; now tainted by the darkness of temptation. The lord I loved so, my beholder master-is dead. What remains is a husk; a foul puppet of this 'World-knitter'. How sad; for his eminence to be controlled by such a disgusting assimilator of life. How can eyes so beautiful become poisonous yellow? "
"All is lost. Every night I am restless. The darkness seeps into my soul like thick treacle, asphyxiating me. I cry out, but my lord is blind to my pleas. Perfection is a lie, a fleeting moment of bliss. But I will still follow him; for I love him still. I remember not his name now, But I recall his former grace. Five eye-stalks, neat and cared for; gazing upon the Majesty of every sunset. Even with this foul darkness upon us; I will follow my master into the abyss."
THERE IS NO BEGINNING. NO END. THERE IS ONLY THE VOID. O' MASTER; HAVE THEE FORSAKEN US BOTH SO. THE VOID HATH TAKEN ME. PRAISE THE ABYSS. PRAISE THE WORLD-KNITTER."
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