Thoughts on Loranthis

[11:16:03] Hearts. Beating Hearts everywhere. Many of them disgustingly unfit to even exist. Occultic abominations. And from that very hill he could look out, and see the domains of that city. Loranthis. A city held and controlled in the grasp of an aberrant Imperfect. Disgusting thing that brought only death and destruction in his disgusting wake.

It was a horrendous thought. And even more terrible sight. Streets raked and destroyed by war. Homes converted and turned into forges for the army of the Imperfect Dumuzid. He was careful to stick to the shadows of the night and avoid detection. Even the slightest look by the guards, and he would be entrapped here. Or have to fight his way out.

It was barbaric. It was disgusting. A place ruled by the law of the jungle. Either Kill or be killed. Those were the only options afforded to the less fortunate within the city. And everywhere an abuse of power. The lack of freedom. No one could worship anything but the dark and terrible eminence that kept htem locked into this nightmarish hell.

Skies gray with smoke. The chimneys pooling their Soot and destructive airs together and with one another. Blotching the sky. It really was a hell. He would leave there before his eyes were forced to gorge themselves on any much more of that terrible place.

What hath Azrael Wrought?

(Malus M. Takashi)