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Intravenous
She rests as ages pass---her dreams appreciated by her at last. Sweet images, sweeter experience recalled---raging and writhing, jealous gods appalled. Lust wends its way throughout her dreams---temptation offered, stinking daemon schemes. Pure sleeping soul, sorely tested---for now...resisting...evil's foul desire bested.
Sleep deep, oh pristine innocence---drink deep from oblivion's proffered affluence. Birthed long ago in eden's darker regions---grim enemy seeks entry for his fell legions. Promised gateway to mortal delight---bitter struggle disturbs your rest tonight. Be strong,sweet fragile existence---humanity's fate depends 'pon your resistance.
Restless now, darker images perceived---some of Dhampir's lies believed. Joyous blood dreams, infernal celebration---hot fluid, orgiastic gluttony blasphemes creation. Gentle ingenue at last perverted---forbidden rites brutally asserted. Dark intent invades, irresistable corruption results---Lifeforce continuity lost, suffering hells cruel insults.
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Mhorashty
Evil bubble of perception...stinking of carrion., prurient interests...seeking favorable reception... Gentle souls as they flower, succulent dining results...causing the stalwart to falter, spitting cruel insults. Road to destruction, craving adulation.... capering, fawning...offering obscene copulation... As incentive, demanding mass destruction...gentle souls no more...rancid decay...inviting corruption.
Lovers of carrion, riding ruby eyed vultures...gleefully snickering...decimating peaceful, pastoral cultures... Disdaining sword and more honorable weapons...cruel soul eaters...shapeshifters...preferring deception. Carnal lures their armament, viscious desires...whispered in countless ears, infernal plan requires... Willing perversion of other's morality...co-operation....eager inductees are found, across every nation.
Oh soulless Mhorashty, freely walking amongst us---offered comfortable flesh lodging---festering places inside us... What gift was it, you offered during carnal embraces...evil truth to be found...in ancient graveyards...and other foul places. Brief fleeting pleasures you offered, high prices demanded---parasitical lust consummated, rampant chaos demanded... As flies among entrails, celebrating awful deception...no shortage of souls, offer adoring reception.
Beautiful Mhorashty, ancient tellers of lies... Herald anticipated return, of the Lord of Flies.
They roam the world of the mortals for unknown reasons but seem to be drawn to death like fleas to a dead corpse. They're said to wander freely between our world and the Netherworlds but more is not known. In other contexts they're also seen in connection with Etherus as creatures of lust and the sins of love although their alignment to death and destruction seems to be pre-dominant.
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