A Story About Paradox, "The Archangel of Ruin."
14 years ago
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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.
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[footnotes]
He sleeps.
The people revere him.
They bring him offerings - preferably something most precious to them - to please him.
The people...fear him...
Coming nearer to him will cause an individual to feel the same kind of "theraputic peace" that comes from being near the shades. But it is a much more intensified "bliss." Some do not even see his face before they fall prey to his allure, becoming most comfortable when near him, and relaxing their weary bodies NOT out of desire, but an exhaustion born of rapturous release.
Naturally, there are those select few who think it meaningful to approach him, driven by an unwary conscience, or the achievement of any other particularly long sought after thrill deigned worthy of the effort in idle pursuit. But suprisingly, the appeasement of whom they deified as their "god" was never too difficult to invoke, for he enjoyed the act of presenting himself before any newfound deviants who had long since sworn fealty to him, sacrificing mind, body, and soul to further along the breadth of his hatred, the majority of them having fallen into a deep sleep that would more often than not come much sooner to those deprived - or devoid - of direction...and decency.
Every so often, there would come a woman of any racial origin, well dressed, and most noticeably cared for. But the maiden's standing let alone occupation in life mattered not, for her role in the preceedings was to be a most pleasing feast for the Archangel of Ruin; a banquet of the most wicked sensuality even the most unscrupulous degenerate dared not wish for. However, the extent to which mankind's scrupules fail needn't have rested solely upon the shoulders of those most traveled in life, for some amongst these fallen souls had not yet even lived full lives duly seperate from the tender mercies of their mothers. Within the vastness of Ruin's inflictive lull, even ones such as they were sacrificed, denying them the heartening repute of youth.
A woman of considerable beauty would approach the devil with a rope fastened around either wrist. The ropes were to extend to a following of 24 children, tied around each and every neck down to a final nouse around the necks of the last two children offered.
Reference: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4850422/

tooninsoon
~tooninsoon
Pretty interesting.

guzzlemuzzle9460
!guzzlemuzzle9460
OP
There is still much, much more to add.

Bako_Ikaporamee
~bakoikaporamee
And add shall you!

tooninsoon
~tooninsoon
I hope I get the time to read it all.