#devil's lair

[beastofthewest]

“Gonna rock, gonna roll, gonna boogie” 

Redraw of my favorite scene from the 2009 movie “Judas and Jesus”. The movie is pretty exclipt so be mindful before you search/watch it.

[captainkurosolaire]

Clarity

 A prickled speckle of ashed filler splashed from a capped cigar recently ignited to plume, a silhouetted back drop of an hourglass absorbed the raining white-ash dust into the concentrated strands equivalently from a transmuting imagery. Th’ eerily semblance, ends await none...

Choker thoughts arose born from repetitive failures, preventing sublime. A calloused rough-skinned hand drew in squishing away the rolled-stick of stress relief between a drawn clasped. Condor wings of the free soar against rush tides against a stepped vessel. Upon th’ planks of wet wood a laced pair of studded-combative leather boots hung steadily, fearlessly, conservatively drawn to reflection.

A trip to the unknown spoke to the troubled soul. The serene tides, the creation of his being he confined for answers, strength, resolve. A lasting surviving brethren of the seas struggled possessed helplessly by the sins committed from leadership lit of over-ambition, a marked by branded tattoo matching that of his masculine right back-shoulder of a skull an eye-patch and crimson inked eye staining the flesh as it burned against the captivating sunlight from raising High Noon giving a sparkled set of vast blues in the horizon. Head space drew into his conscious affairs, <Had I ever, won... Truly?> Flashes of him remaining in prone from recklessness, bleeds, gunshots, stabs, all messages now kissed as scarred memories. To a confident man. What become left of them when they lose that? Pride of actual losing was a nature in the rigged game or so his cogwheel spun. One gained experienced far higher then a hand raised t’ victory statistically. But was there a thing of losing too much? To sacrifice too much? When the treasures held of yours that were fought in chased gauntlets, wars, battles. What was the purpose anymore? His rival’s words left coldly a mist against his wounded. He was broken, taken by shattering despair. Realization seeped in his hunt for the supernatural and mythological here he stood in this position. Accumulating a lost half of his former crew that he first drew in, another half sunken to the tides of his cursed ambition and lead by his navigation. Two bright recent additions to his crew were added with only two others remaining closely to him. The only other person who held that crest he wore was now a servant of demonic undertakings because of his compelling urge to had dig up a folktale, a wise one at most. The evidence of what made him inspired to be shaped from a King of Gold, A pirate revealed of treasures, immortality finding salvation and pioneering his own freedom, creating his own utopia of crews who bled gold. Echoed back from his past Cap’n and Founder of the Goldbrand. Alas though, he had sinned and drove into closer the gravity.

A promise warmly echoed to him in frustration. Soundlessly he chuckled with a half-cocked smirk, a hand tipped over towards his head and yanked off a tricorne hat and held it closely before throwing it to the seas to be taken. He threw away dressing as the part of a Captain. He wasn’t deserving of that any longer. He never had the privilege of going through initiation. His crew that would have conducted that nearly were all butchered and now that last one had his sin eating him like a parasite from the inside out rotting away his skull. His moonlight had dimmed against him in a spotlight from being cascaded by it.

His amber lit eye closed soothingly to solace as he was whisked against the sea-breeze and tugged in a caressive touch. Before popping up again enlightened resolve. A end had to be committed. Between his doings. If he could not provoke the devil. He would come to its Lair. He knew that this spoiled a less than likely chance of survival to those of the sane. Something infested him out of an obsession that losing wasn’t an option. He had to clean up his stumble-beginnings from here on out. His past would remain forever repeating his crimes and bleeding from his over-bravado. If pushed to shove and he had to put a bullet in the last thing tethering his past to give them mercy. He wouldn’t hesitate against the trigger. This journey, this path, could be supported but it could not be aided by any remaining person close to him. He wouldn’t ever make them suffer the unrelenting unknown visit of the Void. He couldn’t.... not this time.  This was not an intention at redemption of sins. This wasn’t a jab at being noble.  Or saving a potential catastrophe that was brewing. What it was, clarity...

B L A C K             D E V I L                           S A G A ~ Master-List of Previous Chapters

 - Entry # Chapter 4.

[laurangutangg]

Devil's Lair 👹🔪

[sandythereadingcafe]

COVER REVEAL!!! 

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[18snowflake]

Turkey Coven?

Um... I have some turkeys that may be from the devil's lair in my yard... There was three... Not there's five... Standing in a circle... with their tails out making it look like a pentagram... All female too... I have a turkey coven in my yard.

I'd rather have ravens or crows in my yard...

[kennedyfuckingmitchell-blog]

Devil’s Lair | Kennedy & Pavlo

Canyon Diablo, Arizona was a location no decent human being would ever find fit to live. Perhaps that is why Ivan Mazur decided on it as his place to land while seeking his fortune in the west. Like many others, Ivan wanted the riches the gold laden mountains had to offer but was becoming equally as lucrative was this new system of travel – the railroad. Many bodies were being consumed laying tracks across the nation. The work was tiresome and grueling causing many deaths along the way. While making an attempt for California Ivan and his partner Pavlo Terasenko heard about all the problems the Sierra Mountains were giving travelers. Seeing that the Rockies had been such a daunting task, the pair and his sister made their way further south inly running in to one problem after the next. If the mountains were ever an issue try having a canyon cut through the land so large you would almost think you were hallucinating.

The canyon near Diablo was not as wide but it was deep and would prove to be more daunting than initially expected. Finding help was going to be tough as well but thankfully the men had a bank roll to support the endeavor. Coming from the Ukraine, both men hated being referred to as the Russians, though to most it was all Russia. Unless you were from one of the small Soviet states everyone was Russian. Ivan and Pavlo set up shop and started to employ men to help build the bridge for the railroad and because the small town was filling up with male workers Ivan and Pavlo also felt a need to supply them with all the creature comforts – like booze and women. It was a task finding willing women but there were a few, plus he had Oxana he’d force in to it to maintain her room and board. The bitch was nothing more than another mouth to feed the least she could do was spread her legs and make him some money.

Walking in to Pavlo’s office he frowned. “We need more women my friend.” Ivan was always cut and dry but he knew Pavlo had been working out details for gathering up some more pussy. “Please tell me you have something ready to go?”

@thepavloterasenko

[huonhooke]

Indulge Yourself

Devil’s Lair 9th Chamber Chardonnay, Margaret River 2011 $100 Value: fair

This is amazingly youthful, the palate tight and reserved, fine and understated. Malt, nougat and floral aromas mingle with butterscotch and a hint of marzipan. The acidity is seamless, the complexity subtly stated. A beautiful wine and a masterpiece of finesse. Now to seven years. 12.5 per cent alcohol. 96/100 - Huon's Wine 360

Food: crab with gravlax and avocado

Web: www.shop.devils-lair.com

[theweeklyblend]

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