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Only our hands to further warp the intention etched into their very being.
Only our hands to further warp the intention etched into their very being.
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.
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.
"And as always." He snaps the light in two. "Make sure you're practicing proper disposal."
"And as always." He snaps the light in two. "Make sure you're practicing proper disposal."
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
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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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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The Craftsman comes down upon them. Their scream dies in a throat that is ripped apart.
The Craftsman comes down upon them. Their scream dies in a throat that is ripped apart.
The blade whirls to life. A dizzying sound follows each revolution.
"With one cut, you too will limit the knowledge of what lays beyond."
The blade whirls to life. A dizzying sound follows each revolution.
"With one cut, you too will limit the knowledge of what lays beyond."
"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."
"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."