[ . . . ] MONSTROSITY.

I STILL 𝚆𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 : WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I PEELED BACK MY SKIN?

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for sergia, i want to focus heavily on hunger in horror, maybe even surrealism, i want to research more of lovecraft, sergia’s stance on animal ethics (which is ironic in itself because she does, while transformed, consume animal flesh) + functionalism bc i need to put philosophy into everything.

sergia’s transformation becomes, as i mentioned, less physical and more mental. she becomes hungry, in both her transformed self and her regular, human self, and this leads to a metamorphosis that has less to do with her physical body changing, but moreso the way her mentality changes. over time, these urges to consume human flesh become more natural to her, moreso like a want rather than a need to keep the creature at bay. she herself becomes more monstrous, rather than the monstrosity within her coming more to the front.

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“when the feminine is fabricated as monstrous, it is commonly done through association with the female reproductive body and other mothering tasks“

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for sergia, i want to focus heavily on hunger in horror, maybe even surrealism, i want to research more of lovecraft, sergia’s stance on animal ethics (which is ironic in itself because she does, while transformed, consume animal flesh) + functionalism bc i need to put philosophy into everything.

[orwell]

The Long Bright Dark True Detective 

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sergia’s main inspirations: lovecraftian horror, the field of ethics and moral philosophy (especially animal rights/peter singer… we don’t do kant here no ma’am), some poe influences, uma thurman in pulp fiction, that scene in the witch where black phillip is revealed, and that entire movie raw where there’s a scene of the main character eating some dude’s arm while having sex.

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im gonna be back on here soon teehee

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( M )    :    𝙰𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙴. | 𝟶𝟷. |

      “  nothing i can see,  but smell.  ”   the atmosphere becomes polluted,  swarming  &  swirling between the two as to  foreshadow the emergence of something ominous  tarrying in the unknown.  shadows stir,  the one that stands before her can sense it,  but they cause  no concern to nox’s curiosity.  a draw of their cigarette unfurls memories offered as exposition.  “  i went out with a guy once — a mortician —  who bathed himself in cheap cologne just to mask the scent of death  &  embalming fluid. guy reeked so bad that it just  stopped smelling like cologne altogether  &  started smelling like straight  rubbing alcohol — hence,  flammable.  ”  this is a human thing to do.  to relate,  to sympathize.  blooming satisfaction follows a rare moment of mundanity,  a chuckle pushed softly from the depths of them.  “  i mean that as  no judgement  toward either of you.  i probably smell like a walking ashtray anyway.  ”

      the shadow’s preferences are based on someone else’s taste,  an acquired taste indeed.  but,  in an effort to exercise control,  they remain indifferent to specificities.  “  whatever i can get my hands on.   i’m not picky.   &  i’m usually generous when it comes to sharing.  but,  it seems your hand already lends itself to one.  ”  another puff follows,  the cigarette dangling from a  parched maw  bounces with every word they spoke,  muffling the their ersatz voice.

     ❝        𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.          ❞         flatness of her tongue shakes the syllables loose,     a taste of fear to creep past her spine    &     make its’ home in the hutch of her shoulders.       𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝖠𝖭𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬     :     the smell of rot seems to reach her nostrils before the wisps of tobacco,       her stomach begins to turn       &       she begins to feel sick.        ⌠    𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍, 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐂.    ⌡         sourness fills the back of her throat,       bile to touch the tip of her cigarette.         she inhales,      then exhales.         ❝        you won’t like what y’get underneath the lavender       &       smoke.         glad i smell  𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁  than rubbing alcohol,       though     –––––     isn’t that something to be thankful for     ?     at least you smell like something familiar,       huh     ?         ❞         you smell like its’ next       /       mealtime is approaching,       it’s starving for more,       for more.         her cigarette’s already close to its’ filter,     fingers thrice   -   over stained with a scent that refuses to leave.                ⌠    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞.   ⌡         

         cheeks stretch with her lips       &       it doesn’t seem to fit her face.         strangeness becomes of her visage,       a shadow of something otherworldly to strike her.         her hand goes empty,       the butt to fall from her hands       &       under her boot.                ❝        i seem to run through them faster nowadays.       ❞

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sergia’s main inspirations: lovecraftian horror, the field of ethics and moral philosophy (especially animal rights/peter singer... we don’t do kant here no ma’am), some poe influences, uma thurman in pulp fiction, that scene in the witch where black phillip is revealed, and that entire movie raw where there’s a scene of the main character eating some dude’s arm while having sex.

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❝         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬’ 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞      &     𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝,       𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬.         𝐛𝐮𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫,       𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.       𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝.         𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲    ––    𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞,       𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬    ––    𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥,       𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.      &     𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝      &     𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.         𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝,         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.         ❞       ––––       EXCERPT  FROM  AN  ACCOUNT  OF     [ ʀᴇᴅᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ],         unknown date.

sergia’s birth would have been considered uneventful,       had it been any other family.         had her family not had an account of the women being reclusive creatures,       sitting in their homes       &       waiting for their days to pass,       waiting for their affliction to finally remove itself from the marrow between their bones.         this meta’s going to be part history,       part information pertaining to this parasite that sergia carries around with her.

𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 ( 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ).

         the creature made its’ appearance early on in her family.         no one knows when exactly,       but the rumor is that it began to offer deals to those who would listen.         promises of long   -   lasting life,       sweetness to run down its’ own legs.         the deal stuck       &       was made      –––––      but the effects didn’t match up with what was supposed to be given       :       one woman at a time began to demonstrate what was only perceived as ferality.         she began to sleep less,       began to scratch her arms until they bled, then raise her bleeding fingers to her lips       &       suck.         then it became more violent.         family cats went missing,       only for their corpses to be found weeks later covered in maggots.         then livestock began to vanish       (       one person reported seeing a large mass of smoke,       crouching on its’ knees,       its’ mouth attached to the neck of a cow to drain it of its’ blood.       )         this happened for decades,       women reaching their middle ages       &       going on cannibalistic binges until they killed themselves       &       forced the creature to move on,       until it was finally narrowed down to the women.         more than that,       it skipped generations,       or just decided who it was to infect.         soon,       the women were told not to have children       &       even took precautions against pregnancy,       all for fear of giving birth to a daughter because they were in danger of being attached to.         of course,       reaching sergia’s time,       this had fallen out of practice.         when sergia was born,       her mother did not wish to kill her.         instead,         she planned to give her away once the creature struck her in her middle years.         she wanted to spend as much time with sergia as possible.

𝗜𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 + 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗔'𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

         sergia was not meant to be the one to host the creature.         originally,       her mother was to commit herself to this parasitic relationship.         she was prepared to       &       had a plan that ensured sergia’s safety.         however,       the creature had other plans       :       it struck mira earlier than she had expected.         while others were infected at 35   -   40,       mira was twenty   -   three years old when the tugging under her skin began to happen.         she panicked,       believing that this was its’ revealing itself to her.         &       so she took sergia by the hand,       blindfolded her,       took a kitchen’s knife       &       sliced her daughter’s throat.         she didn’t wait to cut into her own skin.         moments later,       sergia sat up in her own pool of blood.         she was four years old at the time.

❝         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩,       𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝       &       𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.         𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲       &       𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲       &       𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝,       &       𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝       &       𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬,       𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞       &       𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.         ❞         

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❝         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭.         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦,         𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.         &         𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞       &       𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫.         𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         ❞

        when sergia was twenty   -   five       (     four years ago,       decades earlier than the creature usually appeared     )       the tugging sensation began underneath her skin.         she began to crave flesh       &       that night she took a knife to her arm       &       consumed a piece of herself.         thus began her body’s usage as a host to the creature.

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❝         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬’ 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞      &     𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝,       𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬.         𝐛𝐮𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫,       𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.       𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝.         𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲    ––    𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞,       𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬    ––    𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥,       𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.      &     𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝      &     𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.         𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝,         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.         ❞       ––––       EXCERPT  FROM  AN  ACCOUNT  OF     [ ʀᴇᴅᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ],         unknown date.

sergia’s birth would have been considered uneventful,       had it been any other family.         had her family not had an account of the women being reclusive creatures,       sitting in their homes       &       waiting for their days to pass,       waiting for their affliction to finally remove itself from the marrow between their bones.         this meta’s going to be part history,       part information pertaining to this parasite that sergia carries around with her.

𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 ( 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ).

         the creature made its’ appearance early on in her family.         no one knows when exactly,       but the rumor is that it began to offer deals to those who would listen.         promises of long   -   lasting life,       sweetness to run down its’ own legs.         the deal stuck       &       was made      –––––      but the effects didn’t match up with what was supposed to be given       :       one woman at a time began to demonstrate what was only perceived as ferality.         she began to sleep less,       began to scratch her arms until they bled, then raise her bleeding fingers to her lips       &       suck.         then it became more violent.         family cats went missing,       only for their corpses to be found weeks later covered in maggots.         then livestock began to vanish       (       one person reported seeing a large mass of smoke,       crouching on its’ knees,       its’ mouth attached to the neck of a cow to drain it of its’ blood.       )         this happened for decades,       women reaching their middle ages       &       going on cannibalistic binges until they killed themselves       &       forced the creature to move on,       until it was finally narrowed down to the women.         more than that,       it skipped generations,       or just decided who it was to infect.         soon,       the women were told not to have children       &       even took precautions against pregnancy,       all for fear of giving birth to a daughter because they were in danger of being attached to.         of course,       reaching sergia’s time,       this had fallen out of practice.         when sergia was born,       her mother did not wish to kill her.         instead,         she planned to give her away once the creature struck her in her middle years.         she wanted to spend as much time with sergia as possible.

𝗜𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 + 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗔'𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

         sergia was not meant to be the one to host the creature.         originally,       her mother was to commit herself to this parasitic relationship.         she was prepared to       &       had a plan that ensured sergia’s safety.         however,       the creature had other plans       :       it struck mira earlier than she had expected.         while others were infected at 35   -   40,       mira was twenty   -   three years old when the tugging under her skin began to happen.         she panicked,       believing that this was its’ revealing itself to her.         &       so she took sergia by the hand,       blindfolded her,       took a kitchen’s knife       &       sliced her daughter’s throat.         she didn’t wait to cut into her own skin.         moments later,       sergia sat up in her own pool of blood.         she was four years old at the time.

❝         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩,       𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝       &       𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.         𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲       &       𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲       &       𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝,       &       𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝       &       𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬,       𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞       &       𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.         ❞         

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❝         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭.         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦,         𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.         &         𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞       &       𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫.         𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         ❞

        when sergia was twenty   -   five       (     four years ago,       decades earlier than the creature usually appeared     )       the tugging sensation began underneath her skin.         she began to crave flesh       &       that night she took a knife to her arm       &       consumed a piece of herself.         thus began her body’s usage as a host to the creature.

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❝         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬’ 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞      &     𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝,       𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬.         𝐛𝐮𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫,       𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.       𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝.         𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲    ––    𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞,       𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬    ––    𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥,       𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.      &     𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝      &     𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.         𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝,         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.         ❞       ––––       EXCERPT  FROM  AN  ACCOUNT  OF     [ ʀᴇᴅᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ],         unknown date.

sergia’s birth would have been considered uneventful,       had it been any other family.         had her family not had an account of the women being reclusive creatures,       sitting in their homes       &       waiting for their days to pass,       waiting for their affliction to finally remove itself from the marrow between their bones.         this meta’s going to be part history,       part information pertaining to this parasite that sergia carries around with her.

𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 ( 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ).

         the creature made its’ appearance early on in her family.         no one knows when exactly,       but the rumor is that it began to offer deals to those who would listen.         promises of long   -   lasting life,       sweetness to run down its’ own legs.         the deal stuck       &       was made      –––––      but the effects didn’t match up with what was supposed to be given       :       one woman at a time began to demonstrate what was only perceived as ferality.         she began to sleep less,       began to scratch her arms until they bled, then raise her bleeding fingers to her lips       &       suck.         then it became more violent.         family cats went missing,       only for their corpses to be found weeks later covered in maggots.         then livestock began to vanish       (       one person reported seeing a large mass of smoke,       crouching on its’ knees,       its’ mouth attached to the neck of a cow to drain it of its’ blood.       )         this happened for decades,       women reaching their middle ages       &       going on cannibalistic binges until they killed themselves       &       forced the creature to move on,       until it was finally narrowed down to the women.         more than that,       it skipped generations,       or just decided who it was to infect.         soon,       the women were told not to have children       &       even took precautions against pregnancy,       all for fear of giving birth to a daughter because they were in danger of being attached to.         of course,       reaching sergia’s time,       this had fallen out of practice.         when sergia was born,       her mother did not wish to kill her.         instead,         she planned to give her away once the creature struck her in her middle years.         she wanted to spend as much time with sergia as possible.

𝗜𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 + 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗔'𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

         sergia was not meant to be the one to host the creature.         originally,       her mother was to commit herself to this parasitic relationship.         she was prepared to       &       had a plan that ensured sergia’s safety.         however,       the creature had other plans       :       it struck mira earlier than she had expected.         while others were infected at 35   -   40,       mira was twenty   -   three years old when the tugging under her skin began to happen.         she panicked,       believing that this was its’ revealing itself to her.         &       so she took sergia by the hand,       blindfolded her,       took a kitchen’s knife       &       sliced her daughter’s throat.         she didn’t wait to cut into her own skin.         moments later,       sergia sat up in her own pool of blood.         she was four years old at the time.

❝         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩,       𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝       &       𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.         𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲       &       𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲       &       𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝,       &       𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝       &       𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬,       𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞       &       𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.         ❞         

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❝         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭.         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦,         𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬’ 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.         &         𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞       &       𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫.         𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         ❞

        when sergia was twenty   -   five       (     four years ago,       decades earlier than the creature usually appeared     )       the tugging sensation began underneath her skin.         she began to crave flesh       &       that night she took a knife to her arm       &       consumed a piece of herself.         thus began her body’s usage as a host to the creature.

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casually deciding to use more religious undertones, talk about parasites, infection + gentle sacrilege/blasphemy in my writing @ 6:59am 💞💞💞

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❝         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,       𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞      &     𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝,       𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬.         𝐛𝐮𝐭,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫,       𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝.       𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝.         𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫,       𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬' 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲    ––    𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞,       𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬    ––    𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥,       𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞,       𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝      &     𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.      &     𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝      &     𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.         𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝,         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.         ❞       ––––       EXCERPT  FROM  AN  ACCOUNT  OF     [ ʀᴇᴅᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ],         unknown date.

sergia’s birth would have been considered uneventful,       had it been any other family.         had her family not had an account of the women being reclusive creatures,       sitting in their homes       &       waiting for their days to pass,       waiting for their affliction to finally remove itself from the marrow between their bones.         this meta’s going to be part history,       part information pertaining to this parasite that sergia carries around with her.

𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 ( 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 ).

         the creature made its’ appearance early on in her family.         no one knows when exactly,       but the rumor is that it began to offer deals to those who would listen.         promises of long   -   lasting life,       sweetness to run down its’ own legs.         the deal stuck       &       was made      –––––      but the effects didn’t match up with what was supposed to be given       :       one woman at a time began to demonstrate what was only perceived as ferality.         she began to sleep less,       began to scratch her arms until they bled, then raise her bleeding fingers to her lips       &       suck.         then it became more violent.         family cats went missing,       only for their corpses to be found weeks later covered in maggots.         then livestock began to vanish       (       one person reported seeing a large mass of smoke,       crouching on its’ knees,       its’ mouth attached to the neck of a cow to drain it of its’ blood.       )         this happened for decades,       women reaching their middle ages       &       going on cannibalistic binges until they killed themselves       &       forced the creature to move on,       until it was finally narrowed down to the women.         more than that,       it skipped generations,       or just decided who it was to infect.         soon,       the women were told not to have children       &       even took precautions against pregnancy,       all for fear of giving birth to a daughter because they were in danger of being attached to.         of course,       reaching sergia’s time,       this had fallen out of practice.         when sergia was born,       her mother did not wish to kill her.         instead,         she planned to give her away once the creature struck her in her middle years.         she wanted to spend as much time with sergia as possible.

𝗜𝗜. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 + 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗔'𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

         sergia was not meant to be the one to host the creature.         originally,       her mother was to commit herself to this parasitic relationship.         she was prepared to       &       had a plan that ensured sergia’s safety.         however,       the creature had other plans       :       it struck mira earlier than she had expected.         while others were infected at 35   -   40,       mira was twenty   -   three years old when the tugging under her skin began to happen.         she panicked,       believing that this was its’ revealing itself to her.         &       so she took sergia by the hand,       blindfolded her,       took a kitchen’s knife       &       sliced her daughter’s throat.         she didn’t wait to cut into her own skin.         moments later,       sergia sat up in her own pool of blood.         she was four years old at the time.

❝         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩,       𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝       &       𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.         𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲       &       𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲       &       𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝.         𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝,       &       𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝.         𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝       &       𝐢𝐭𝐬' 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬,       𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝.         𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲,       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞       &       𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.         ❞         

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❝         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭.         𝐈𝐓 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦,         𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬' 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.         &         𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞       &       𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫.         𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.         ❞

        when sergia was twenty   -   five       (     four years ago,       decades earlier than the creature usually appeared     )       the tugging sensation began underneath her skin.         she began to crave flesh       &       that night she took a knife to her arm       &       consumed a piece of herself.         thus began her body’s usage as a host to the creature.

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also my pinterest for sergia kinda slaps

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in more otherly news, i truly love being a philosophy major bc that means that i unknowingly put philosophical themes onto the concepts i make on this blog and i realize it while explaining the concept to someone.

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things imma talk about tonight:

- sergia + her memory problems - sergia’s mother

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are there any characters that inspired you to create sergia ? if so, what are the traits that build her as her own character ?

          𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭,         𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ; 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡       entire films than singling out like   .  .  .   one character out of the entire thing,     if that makes sense.         that being said,       i have singled it down to like three      (   one of which isn’t shown     )     characters in films that have influenced sergia,     in any way.

𝙼𝙸𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴, 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ( 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟺 ):         i feel like this one is more appearance   -   based as i was tempted to just icon uma thurman in this film       &       use her as sergia’s faceclaim,       but she is where a lot of sergia’s larger details come from    –––––   primarily her appearance    /    the influence of me using sherilyn fenn as sergia’s face claim.      all i remember is that her character stuck to me because of the air around her   .  .  .   the way she looks at the other characters in the movie like she’s just achieved something,       or she knows that she’s got them under her thumb.

𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷 ( 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻 ):         this was a big one,       definitely.       i’ve been developing sergia for like two years now       &       this movie has always been an extremely large influence on who she is as a character.         more specifically,       the character       BLACK PHILLIP.         the incarnation of the devil,     or some demonic entity,       really set sergia’s entire being into place.         the ending words of black phillip,     where he begins to tempt thomasin         (     '   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘   ?   ‘     )         is one of my favorites     .  .  .     this is how i suspect the creature to be,      when separated from its’ hosts,       hell even before it became apart of his hosts,       this is how it began its’ torment on sergia’s family     :     it promised them riches,     wealth,     opulence       &       they followed.

unlisted is a recent horror film named     RAW     which kind of is all about cannibalism.        the film follows a french medical student who,       after eating meat as part of a campus hazing,       begins to crave it,       specifically raw flesh.        the movie has a lot of red lighting,       a lot of those being a major aesthetical influence for sergia,       as well as the scenes where the main character is just    .  .  .    eating raw meat straight from the packs.