✟. One Kiss of Judas |[ Video ]|
Through me you pass into the City of Woe:
Through me you pass into Eternal Pain:
Before me things created were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope Abandon, ye who enter here.
[ ✟ ] Claw-like fingers drag across the stony ground next to the screen, nails gritting against gravel. A soft coughing, and a gaunt, pale-looking man is lying on his side, long streams of blood-streaked, straggly blonde hair dangling in front of his severe visage. His quivering flesh is more ashen than a frightened anemic's, and from his dress it would appear he belongs to some sort of clerical order, though through the mess of blood and dirt it might have been difficult to tell.
The somber clang of bells in the distance only seems to agitate the spindly wraith more, and he jerks up, clutching his skull in both hands. [ ✟ ]
Aa...aa...Aaahhh! AAAAHHHhhh!
[ ✟ ] An ear-splitting shriek echoes across the landscape of perdition until his throat is raw, and his tongue cleaves to the roof of his mouth, the ripple-effect of disorientation and gut-wrenching tension bringing on oppressive waves of nausea.
A soft choking sound, and he's on all fours, heaving dry retches as he spills what little contents there was left in his stomach. [ ✟ ]
...A...nderson...
[ ✟ ] A hoarse murmur, though no more than that, and the feed times out, giving a brief side-shot of his collapse. [ ✟ ]
Through me you pass into Eternal Pain:
Before me things created were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope Abandon, ye who enter here.
[ ✟ ] Claw-like fingers drag across the stony ground next to the screen, nails gritting against gravel. A soft coughing, and a gaunt, pale-looking man is lying on his side, long streams of blood-streaked, straggly blonde hair dangling in front of his severe visage. His quivering flesh is more ashen than a frightened anemic's, and from his dress it would appear he belongs to some sort of clerical order, though through the mess of blood and dirt it might have been difficult to tell.
The somber clang of bells in the distance only seems to agitate the spindly wraith more, and he jerks up, clutching his skull in both hands. [ ✟ ]
Aa...aa...Aaahhh! AAAAHHHhhh!
[ ✟ ] An ear-splitting shriek echoes across the landscape of perdition until his throat is raw, and his tongue cleaves to the roof of his mouth, the ripple-effect of disorientation and gut-wrenching tension bringing on oppressive waves of nausea.
A soft choking sound, and he's on all fours, heaving dry retches as he spills what little contents there was left in his stomach. [ ✟ ]
...A...nderson...
[ ✟ ] A hoarse murmur, though no more than that, and the feed times out, giving a brief side-shot of his collapse. [ ✟ ]