“The implement, the device of my extinction The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane The definitive scourge of its mockery The end-art instruments, lethality attained
Heed, it commands, heed my will Bleed, it says, bleed you will
Falling into the clarity of undoing Scornful gods haggle for my soul Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go Taunting whispers accompany my deletion
A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper Chanting softly the song of depletion”
Meshuggah, “Bleed”
What happens when a demon is possessed by an even greater evil? Chimney is going to find out, and it may, and it may cost him everything…
Well this is what you’ve all been waiting for, and here it is.
This story means a lot to me, and while it may seem to be a possession story on the surface a lot of myself went into it. It was a labor of love and after recently losing a beloved family member I used this writing as an outlet for my grief on top of using it to process my emotions regarding past traumas.
This is not only a spooky story made to chill your bones, but also a story of survival, determination, and what great power love (and sometimes spite) can have.
I truly hope you enjoy reading this piece and that you take a moment to check out my friends works as well. Special thanks to @irdeadite , @galaxiabunny , and @bogheyboss for the use of their muses.
LemonGrenade 