Kuthulis visions

He could see the abyss when he closed his eyes, the love of yane was gone. The elves were missing his hate was brewing, all he could see was evil. A dead young one is strewn across the bones infested pit. Yaknunu offspring are feeding with their dismembered arms after the ritualistic birth ritual of cutting theem off. TO ENABLE GROWTH AFTER FEEDING ON SEVERAL YOUNG ONES THEY SHALL GROW. The test of purity with the Yaknunu, he always was and is,he is a tribe, a god, a father a principle. Despicable is his face, entrailS cover as his hair, death cloaks as his clothing. Hate spews from his nostrils. Evil is him and inside him. He is worshipped by his offspring, who are gotten by ill repute hate, rape, taken away, stolen from the womb. Of many he has savored. Others he keeps, the irony of it all he thinks he is safe. The Shintall is stiring, yaknunu is just but a toddler in comparison to his evil. A fly in comparison to his hate. He will devour the remnants of yaknunu. Kill his spoils of war or rather terror and begin his reign of such a blasphemous kind has not been heard. The humans are fools medling in the unknown to satisfy their lust for power, not knowing the Devils of isagotha have no allieS. Once lossed, have no servants once served, have no partners once freed. They shall be the first to go. The humans dying in the thousands on every plain. Skulls, bones, sometimes freshly eaten entrail fall fall from the sky. Only to look up and see nothing. For Shintall is not seen in the sky is not felt in the breeze, is no touched by the uneternal. HE IS SENSED BY THE ETERNAL WHICH QUIVERS AND CRIES FROM ITS BELLY INSIDE. Some go insane others go numb awaiting him. FOR THE SOUL IS ETERNAL IT SENSES shintall coming. First the mind, then the body after that the soul. DEATH IS JUST BUT A BEGINNING OF HIS TORMENT. Foolish humans. Foolish humans.


In time thee shall remmember thy words. Regardless of my countenance EVIL was in me but not me............