Calypso Laprey

She lies there almost lifeless and limp, the scent of her skin is that of many hours of blistering labor. Am I deserving of that which she gives me? Probably not, it is however not my nature to pass such a gift. Just hours ago she was screaming and begging in the most unholy wretched tongue. "Laebya Ahmar" she hissed, "Please My Lord". I could see the strain has merely broken her. I squatted before her. Looking in the almost hollow cavities of her pupils, I whispered to her. "Isn’t it always I who brings za? Am I not your only flickering candle in this vast darkness?" licking the salty tears seasoned by torment from her cheek.

Seems so long ago since that night. Those words still resonate through the halls of my mind. What if they’d never passed my lips? Unspeakable and foul, that is what lead me right into to uttering them before the alter. As the final syllable escaped, I knew then I’d not only opened the door and walked through. I lost my way back to it. I was entranced with the embering red ooze.

Here she was begging for an easement. Am I merciful? Perhaps. Is it more likely inside the clench from the deep yearns for it? I think so. When she first came to me, I had not a slight to the pleasure she’d bring me. She knew I was depraved. I’ve had others but none were like this. For a short time she acted out to fill her needs, but resistance is not becoming of her and she knew it. She so softly purred "I don’t wish to defy you My Lord, I only wish to fall deeper into you". Maybe it was the kiss, I instantly knew. We were truly bound. The deeper I followed into this forsakeness, she would be at my feet.

The cold steel of my dagger teased her flesh. She grovelled and pleaded in an almost entrant state. The moment drew near. Soon I would offer that which is most precious to me to the void. This should have been so obvious but until a few days ago I was oblivious to it. Cursed to live where pleasure and pain’s lines blur. The Ancient had not blessed me. How can anything Unholy give blessing? My damnation was my blessing. The relic confirmed what I’d been suspicious of. I grew drunken my aspiration’s soon realized. I must empty my vessel to complete Oneness.

Rippling over my skin. Coursing though my veins. Anticipation can I transcend? I began to etch the warm sticky sweetness splatter my face. Her release had ripped a hole into all man has ever known. Breaking loose her bonds, I consecrated the offering by violating her to my darkest desire. " My Love is Eternal My Lord " she faintly uttered before she slipped off. I couldn’t deny it. Her only desire was my every whim.

As my eyes opened, I saw nothing as I once remembered it. The haze that encircled my thoughts leaving them unclear, had started to disappear. Where was she? This is so very unlike her. "Envy?" as the syllables left my lips, I realized something was wrong. Her side of the bed was empty and unslept in. Her collar lie on the floor next to the bed.

The knocking at the door triggered a memory of ceremonial drums beating in a savage and entrancing rythm. "Just a fucking minute alright?" I shouted at the door as I slid my jeans on. Curiousity of who would be visiting at this time of the morning was almost stronger than my irratation at Envy’s lack of presence. Again the sounding of beating upon the door. Turning the lock I gripped the hilt of my blade. Leaving the slide chain in place, I eased the door open.

As the light hit my eyes it took the form of residual deja-vu. "Sorry to imped, but you need to come with us." spoke the taller of the two men. I knew at just that moment, I did need to. "Let me get a shirt and some shoes on." I insisted.

"No. There isn’t time Sir." said the shorter man as he reached around the door to guide my arm. As he pulled me across the threshold. This really struck a nerve. As I considered the merit of resisting, I realized I’d never undone the slide chain. Looking back to verify the chain was still intact. "How.." I began to mutter.

"We’ll get to that soon, just hurry for now" said the taller man.

Taking in my surroundings, I noticed an element of things just beyond the shadows scurrying. I felt as if a million eyes were fixated to me. Approaching the vessel ahead I noticed a symbol adorning the sides. "Isn’t that my…" I began to question my escorts.

"Yes My Lord… It is" stated the shorter of the two men. "You really don’t know what is going on, do you My Lord?" inquired the taller man.

"You told me you’d be as an empty glass…. I guess I should’ve placed better understanding." said the shorter man.

"Please sit here… I will fetch some nectar to help you gain your strengths." requested the taller man.

As I nestled into the seat it was fit for a king. Plush and supporting as if it had been made just for my physical enjoyment. I had so many questions but the thought planted deep in my mind was to wait and see what was offered. Still I wondered what is it I have forgotten. Why do these men seem as if they are protecting me? Where is my precious Envy?

"Let us first start by introduction" started the taller man while handing me a gobblet of the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted. " My birth name is of no consequence… You call me Pride" as he reached into his bag to draw out an artifact. "You forged this amulet in the fires just before the Great Void. It is graven with the symbols of Memnor." he went into as he handed me a golden amulet with a thin black obelisk on it.

"I see." I remarked as I examined the amulet.

"I am known to you as Greed" introduced the shorter man. "This amulet was forged in the depths beyond the Great Void by you, My Lord" he too handed me the amulet for inspection. I noticed the symbols of Abaddon as I overlooked the crimson stained amulet.

"Greed is truly the Great Destroyer, I understand now." as I handed the artifact back to Greed.

"Now as you can see My Lord, we serve only you." pledged Pride as he dropped to a knee with his head bowed.

At this very moment my head raced with an equation. Pride and Greed what do they serve? Who am I? What is it I am called?

Our course now set. We moved forward at full speed. In a short time we had arrived at the place this all began. So familiar to me the halls of this place taunted me with faint ghosts of its memories. So heavily dressed in icons of every faith living or dead. As we followed the winding corridors towards the heart of this indescribable place, I came to realize, this is the fruit of my labor.

"How long was I at slumber?" I questioned Pride.

"333 days, Lord" he replied.

"It was the only way you could be cloaked from The Puritans. Rebirth was necessary" offered Greed.

The Puritans? I had almost forgotten those twisted swine. I couldn’t believe I once sat high in their ranks, swelled with my own self-righteous hypocrisy. If it hadn’t been for Envy, I might still be washed in the stain of ‘Purity’. So many had I tortured into leaving their faith for ‘Purity’. The Ancient saw deep with in me and gave me Envy. I tried so hard to break her. With every submission she gave me, I am the one who truly was breaking. As she whimpered and begged, I grew to love her more and more. Those words, That crimson ooze, and soft whimpering were more than my cold heart could resist. I knew as time went by I was of The Ancient.

"My Lord, before you can go further you must robe with this ceremonial cloth." Greed informed me.

"Do you have your blade?" inquired Pride.

"I do." answering them both.

As the massive steel doors crept open, the chamber I was in began to fill with a familiar sound. The savage drumbeat and dark eerie melody of chanting. I was almost afraid of what was beyond those doors. I could see the dancing glow of fire casting through the crack of the door. What lies behind those doors? Who are they that chant? What wicked words so profusely and vigorously enchant?

"Ahmar Ath, Omnia Vanitas! Ahmar Ath, Omnia Vanitas!Ahmar Ath, Omnia Vanitas!" the cries of the practioners grew louder by thrice and the fell quiet again.

My blood felt as if it was boiling. My senses were full alert. The answers were just beyond this door.

"Omnia Vanitas Suscitatio quod Orior oriri ortus,
Ahmar Ath Daera Khan,
Knowledge Awaken,
Blood Endured,
Rise!!!"

As the hood of my cloak was pulled over my face by Pride, this was the chant that stirred in my mind. Echoing through every thought my mind had ever concieved. I could now hear the door scrapping slowly open and as it did the warmth from the room just beyond it soiled the garment I was clothed by. Those drums… it seemed every beat was in unison with an inner rhythm coded into the very fabricwork of my exsistence. Inside it was as if I was of ceramic and someone was pouring a steaming hot liquid into me slowly.

Release… I need it. I could smell this tangled fragrance through out the air. It was so sweet. So very seductive. The movement of many bodys around me had peeked me into an extra-sensory state. As the ritual continued, I suddenly felt a multitude of hands taunting my flesh. They scrapped past, touched bluntly, and in some cases even tapped lightly. The pores of my skin had pulled tight and hard from the sensation. In my mind I wrestled with understanding, how not an inch of my skin was unmolested and yet I was robed fully. They were passing right through it. The more I was touched the louder the drums had become feeling every precise percussion with every inch of my being. I soon felt the moistness of lips randomly mixed throughout the touch. A crippling hunger had spread uncontrollably and all I could smell was the sweetness I so craved. My entire being consumed with the want for this smell.

What was it? What was causing this sickening feeling? In my thoughts I ponder how this must be the sensation that drives addicts. Never had I such intense desire, being driven nearly mad trying to figure out what would ease this. A sound singing through the air like the quick slice of a razor through the flesh and now the smell was so uncontrollable strong. Again the sounds of slicing, the smell was rapidly becoming unbearable. Weak, I felt so drained and malnurished.

Finally I was guided to kneel and the cloak was slowly rolled away from my face. Adjusting my eyes quickly met a Chalice of Ancient condition adorned with famniliar Sigils and Symbols. My flesh ached with want for the contents of that Chalice. There in front of me what I felt so sick for. The Red Ooze, the hue it gave was so inviting. I quickly snatched the Chalice and emptied its fill into the core of my being. As the gulps slid down my throat and the droplets of the Ooze mixed with my own chemical make up, I began to feel a change. It was as if an Awakening had begun. Suddenly feeling connected completely to all things in this room. In an instant I knew before me was the entrance way to the Great Void. It was so clear what steps I need to take next. Raising my blade above my head point downward, in a swift motion I split open the stalk of my chest. Releasing a hissing steam, the Red Ooze now dripping from the open wound. "Suscitatio quod Orior oriri ortus" I commanded "Omina Vanitas" I forced from my mouth with the fury of gods. Spreading the Ooze across the surface of my skin, my head became crystal. Lifting my palm to face the entrance, I commanded one last time "Rekindle and Rise!"

My eyes were instantly fixated with the aurora that now filled the distance between I and the Great Void. A symphony of lightning danced throughout the mist. Focusing ahead of me, I noticed a figure emerging from within the Great Void. As it drew near I began to feel a separation between my soul and the body. My eyes still locked on the empty stare of the figure in front of me. Slowly I was able to begin making out features. They look so vaguely famniliar, could it be I know this entity? So distant, I feel so disconnected now. What am I looking at? Why is it making me feel this way? How can this be it looks just like me? At that moment, everything rushed in and I felt all powerful. So very strong, I felt like a ray of blinding light peering though a forced crack in the pitch blackness. A moment had passed and now I, standing where the entity had been moments before. Looking across to where I once stood, I saw the entity slowly buckling to the ground. I knew in an instance that this was the body I was just resident of. However this vessel, I now occupy seemed so much more famniliar. Looking down I saw the relic, instictively I gripped it. At the completetion of my grip, a sharp pain quickly passed through my being. It was all so clear now. I was reborn to that vessel to suppress my location. In doing so I could only take the basics of my vast conciousness. This explaining my my loss of memory. The residual retention of all that I'd asborbed from the Great Void was preserved by storing my real body inside it.

Stepping out the mouth of the entrance of the Void, I lifted my hands to greet the mass of practitioners. Shouting and chanting "Omina Vanitas" to me, as I looked across the ritualistic entangled fornication covered in the embering glowing red ooze. The chamber room lit by the green flames dancing up the sides of the stone walls. The drums beating as if each strike was pushing the red ooze in and out. The point of contacted guided by the empty and detached Purtians captured to late to be cleansed of the Stain of Purity. They exsist amoung us but do nothing except spend there last days keeping this infernal rythm going. It is believed this is the only path they can take to reach the Nothingness of the Great Void. Directly in front of me was the Altar of Ancient.

Envy... My Envy! This was the very Altar her sacrifice gave life to Oneness. "Can anyone tell me, what of Envy?" I inquired.