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angel production stories/musings
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We turned their screams into choirs praising a creator they will never know or see.

Only our hands to further warp the intention etched into their very being.
January 30, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Do they remember their dreams of flight? To see golden clouds and bright lights.

Only now to peer at a world that is offered to all but them, their resplendent forms carrying our wants and desires.

Ivory feathers peforated through flesh, needle marks, and hidden scars to remember our mark.
January 30, 2025 at 4:59 PM
"And for the low price of 59.99 plus tax and shipping. You too can free yourself from the tether that was forced upon you." He holds the light for the cameras to zoom in on. It thrashes in his grasp.

"And as always." He snaps the light in two. "Make sure you're practicing proper disposal."
January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
He pulls out light in both hands. It glows even under the set lights. Resplendent and free. It flares to life only for a moment, before dimming in his palms.

"Their devious knowledge is now ours. The lie that there is a god above you. That this world isn't ours!"

The crowd roars and stomps.
January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
The angel's torso is sawed through until there is nothing left but gore. The crowd cheers when the heads hits the ground.

He drops the blade onto the table, reaching into the angel remains. His hands pry open flesh, digging fingers deep into the body he had so destroyed.
January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
The host laughs. A good natured chuckle. His "aw shucks" smile on his face is marred in blood as the Craftsman's teeth tears through muscle and sinew.

He wipes his brow in the exertion. "Let me tell you folks, it takes a while to get through to that gnosis we need."

His efforts are doubled.

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January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
Someone from off-screen is pushed into frame. They look like an angel against the screen. Their lithe and androgynous body on display for all. The only recognizable humanity to them is the fear on their face.

The Craftsman comes down upon them. Their scream dies in a throat that is ripped apart.
January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
The host rose the blade into the air, a short power cord dangling beneath it. Reaching over, he plugs the device into a nearby power strip

The blade whirls to life. A dizzying sound follows each revolution.

"With one cut, you too will limit the knowledge of what lays beyond."
January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
"What's that?"

"Glad you asked. The Craftsman 5000 is built by rulers for rulers. No Saklas. No Samael. This—" He hefts a large circular blade upon the seafoam green table. Its teeth aren't nearly as sharp as the ones he flashes to the camera. "Will rend the falsities of the immaterial."
January 21, 2025 at 5:49 AM
Well it's good to see you here as well! Hoping this place is at least a good engagement tool for stories.
November 15, 2024 at 5:59 AM