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queenoflogs2012-10-18 03:43 pm
mother_of_god) wrote in queenoflogs2012-10-18 03:43 pm
Entry tags:
My Heaven
Characters: Anyone with a reason to be in/around Dr. Holiday's clinic
Date: After the Well Lady chatting
Summary: Alessa has nightmares and messes up reality around her. It's like peeing the bed but a jillion times worse. :(
Warnings: Lots and lots of horror imagery.
She is God.
Her pristine body clad in pure light, she hovers above the Gardens, beautiful and serene and flowing with the power of Creation. It is close to Paradise, but there need to be some changes. Paradise must be cleansed.
Some are blessed: they are Chosen to become gods and angels themselves. Flesh and bone stretch and pop, twisting into the glorious forms of the most holy of beings. Carapaces, claws, tumors, fangs. And the power sweeps over their sinful minds, erasing all thought but love and obedience to their mistress and Her Faithful. The rest are culled, their screams harmonizing into magnificent hymns to God's power. The angels display them proudly, beautiful trophies of victory over the Wicked. Blood pours forth, empowering the land and the deity.
Darkness and mist roll out from her, and fires rise from the earth, casting Paradise in red beauty.
"Throw open the Gates!" she orders with lyrical exuberance, "Let the Path to Paradise unfold before all my Faithful."
*****
Alessa shifts in bed, whimpering, her hands twisted in the blankets. Faintly, a siren wails. Beads of dark red crawl across the walls and seep through her sheets; white becomes bright blood red. The sheet edges flutter like curtains as a wave of insects pours from beneath her bed and swarm the room. Paint peels and curls. The floor rots, falling through metal grates into an inferno far below.
Date: After the Well Lady chatting
Summary: Alessa has nightmares and messes up reality around her. It's like peeing the bed but a jillion times worse. :(
Warnings: Lots and lots of horror imagery.
She is God.
Her pristine body clad in pure light, she hovers above the Gardens, beautiful and serene and flowing with the power of Creation. It is close to Paradise, but there need to be some changes. Paradise must be cleansed.
Some are blessed: they are Chosen to become gods and angels themselves. Flesh and bone stretch and pop, twisting into the glorious forms of the most holy of beings. Carapaces, claws, tumors, fangs. And the power sweeps over their sinful minds, erasing all thought but love and obedience to their mistress and Her Faithful. The rest are culled, their screams harmonizing into magnificent hymns to God's power. The angels display them proudly, beautiful trophies of victory over the Wicked. Blood pours forth, empowering the land and the deity.
Darkness and mist roll out from her, and fires rise from the earth, casting Paradise in red beauty.
"Throw open the Gates!" she orders with lyrical exuberance, "Let the Path to Paradise unfold before all my Faithful."
*****
Alessa shifts in bed, whimpering, her hands twisted in the blankets. Faintly, a siren wails. Beads of dark red crawl across the walls and seep through her sheets; white becomes bright blood red. The sheet edges flutter like curtains as a wave of insects pours from beneath her bed and swarm the room. Paint peels and curls. The floor rots, falling through metal grates into an inferno far below.