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Devil of the Bald Mountain. They say It is All of the World’s Evil as conceived by MAN., but these are lies, told to young and old alike to feel as if, just maybe, a construct of man could be defeated BY man.Chernabog… is not so limited. He is not so restrained by the boundaries of mankind’s limits for even in the most black-hearted of villains there is only so much that such wickedness can conceive, can comprehend, can ENACT. That which is called Angra Mainyu, that which is All the World’s Evil… is nothing to the likes of that which is Evil. Not the world’s, not the universe, nor even the entirety of the multiverse. True Evil, by any other name Satan, Hel, Hades, Erabus, Yama, Tchzen’labog…

Chernabog is Evil.

And Evil is Chernabog.

#self promo #yo if anyones interested im most likely here #✌#still on hiatus

wellconstructedsentences

Immediately after the monsters, die the heroes.

The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony by Roberto Calasso (via wellconstructedsentences)

#.: musing :.

worldhammerer-old

date a girl who will storm heaven and devour God

#.: musing :.#aw yeha

gravv3s

#.: likes :.#it me!!!

galedekarios

Tales from Dunwall

“Rats, diseases, death — the nightmare had become an obsession. But when the dreams came this time, the boy was gone and there was a hole in the world. He looked into the Void and saw death itself staring back at him.”

#.: v; dishonored :.

fuckyeahffboys

Snow (FFXIII-2) | sanokichi

#quee #.: many faces :.

dragonsorcsandgeeks

#.: v; the black scythe :.#gimmie assassin verse pls

dragonsorcsandgeeks

#.: v; the black scythe :.

rupaulnzel

#.: shit blogging :.#SNORTS

berunov

#quuee #.: v; league of phantoms :.#.: many faces :.

beardysteve

ghost is what they call you; soldier weapon asset- entropy is what you are; volatile disorder chaos

they should concede to call you Ares | s.m. (via beardysteve)

#.: c; war :.#.: musing :.

ofworldsend-archive

Daddy??

there lays a relic. the being that’s endured such a long eternity. a elder that played the game of life long before the reaper’s hostwas chosen. a ancient that was born from neither-matter that didn’tbelong to light, neither dusk, but the dark.

mumbling. mumbling. mumbling. mumbling. curses. curses. mumbling. mumbling. curses. curses. damnation. damnation.lost love. lost children. lost kingdoms. lost. lost. lost. all happenedwithout a single twitch of his lip. something could be felt inside thehollow entity, ticking, ticking, ticking, but then..rattling. assortmentsof noises, so many noises. he tried & he tried..he really tried.the husk always tried. still unaware that everything is lost.

╚ ..h……………g…………..I…–i…. ╝

his eyes kept spinning, looking at what was left of the boy he called son. they’re shaking. they’re shaking violently.…they’re burning–he’s crying.

( Shhhh. )

the reaper hushed, the old one & closed his eyes, the tears finally stopping, butlittle murmurs continued, finally ending with what sounded likewords from a day-dream:

❛SLEEP, ERABUS.❜

Send ‘Daddy’ to meet my muse’s father

#.: major headcanons :.#queue #.: headcanons :.#for those of you that've been following along..#this is the parent of death's physical form ( thanatos )#aka: the doors to death