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Everything here is steeped in splatterpunk and extreme horror heavily inspired by the brutal works of Judith sonnet »
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July 21, 2025 at 1:29 AM
« This account contains triggers to content related to murder, blasphemy, cannibalism, sexual themes, and graphic gore.
Everything here is steeped in splatterpunk and extreme horror heavily inspired by the brutal works of Judith sonnet »
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Tormentius, reborn through Jake Hartley, became known as the Mr. Nightfall Killer—a sadistic, elusive killer-for-hire sought out by only the most depraved humans… or otherworldly beings.
July 21, 2025 at 1:27 AM
Tormentius, reborn through Jake Hartley, became known as the Mr. Nightfall Killer—a sadistic, elusive killer-for-hire sought out by only the most depraved humans… or otherworldly beings.
Years passed. Then, one by one, brutal murders began surfacing across the country. Each city had its own horror story—unsolved, vile, and each bearing the same signature:
“He lives in the shadows with us. Mr. Nightfall.”
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“He lives in the shadows with us. Mr. Nightfall.”
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July 21, 2025 at 1:26 AM
Years passed. Then, one by one, brutal murders began surfacing across the country. Each city had its own horror story—unsolved, vile, and each bearing the same signature:
“He lives in the shadows with us. Mr. Nightfall.”
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“He lives in the shadows with us. Mr. Nightfall.”
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his name. Worship began again. His first night in control: he drove a hammer and nail through his father’s face, cracking his skull open like a peanut. His mother was found decapitated and skinned to the bone.
The police believed Jake snapped and vanished. He was never found. —
The police believed Jake snapped and vanished. He was never found. —
July 21, 2025 at 1:26 AM
his name. Worship began again. His first night in control: he drove a hammer and nail through his father’s face, cracking his skull open like a peanut. His mother was found decapitated and skinned to the bone.
The police believed Jake snapped and vanished. He was never found. —
The police believed Jake snapped and vanished. He was never found. —
Just as Tormentius once consumed Earth, he now consumed Jake’s body, mind, and soul.
The demon grew stronger with every sick, depraved act committed in its name. Word of Mr. Nightfall, as he would come to be known, spread like a cancer. Hidden cults formed. Blood was shed in —
The demon grew stronger with every sick, depraved act committed in its name. Word of Mr. Nightfall, as he would come to be known, spread like a cancer. Hidden cults formed. Blood was shed in —
July 21, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Just as Tormentius once consumed Earth, he now consumed Jake’s body, mind, and soul.
The demon grew stronger with every sick, depraved act committed in its name. Word of Mr. Nightfall, as he would come to be known, spread like a cancer. Hidden cults formed. Blood was shed in —
The demon grew stronger with every sick, depraved act committed in its name. Word of Mr. Nightfall, as he would come to be known, spread like a cancer. Hidden cults formed. Blood was shed in —
The shadows spoke to him—urged him to hurt, to make people scream, to inflict suffering and agony. But Jake believed in the Lord. He trusted that God would save him from the darkness.
God never came. ——
God never came. ——
July 21, 2025 at 1:25 AM
The shadows spoke to him—urged him to hurt, to make people scream, to inflict suffering and agony. But Jake believed in the Lord. He trusted that God would save him from the darkness.
God never came. ——
God never came. ——
A new one took its place.
In 1960, Pastor Neil Hartley blessed the land and moved in with his wife and their 20-year-old son, Jake. For a while, everything seemed fine.
Then Jake began to hear whispers. —
In 1960, Pastor Neil Hartley blessed the land and moved in with his wife and their 20-year-old son, Jake. For a while, everything seemed fine.
Then Jake began to hear whispers. —
July 21, 2025 at 1:24 AM
A new one took its place.
In 1960, Pastor Neil Hartley blessed the land and moved in with his wife and their 20-year-old son, Jake. For a while, everything seemed fine.
Then Jake began to hear whispers. —
In 1960, Pastor Neil Hartley blessed the land and moved in with his wife and their 20-year-old son, Jake. For a while, everything seemed fine.
Then Jake began to hear whispers. —
fish in the kitchen—her tongue burning on the stove. The daughter had written “Hail Tormentius” on the walls before cutting out her own tongue and stabbing out her eyes.
It was one of the worst cases in 1920s Los Angeles.
Nobody ever moved in again. The house was demolished. —
It was one of the worst cases in 1920s Los Angeles.
Nobody ever moved in again. The house was demolished. —
July 21, 2025 at 1:24 AM
fish in the kitchen—her tongue burning on the stove. The daughter had written “Hail Tormentius” on the walls before cutting out her own tongue and stabbing out her eyes.
It was one of the worst cases in 1920s Los Angeles.
Nobody ever moved in again. The house was demolished. —
It was one of the worst cases in 1920s Los Angeles.
Nobody ever moved in again. The house was demolished. —
whispered about a serial killer. No one was caught.
Months later, screams and gunshots rang out. Police arrived to pure hell: the daughter had butchered her father, shoving his mutilated cock and balls into his mouth before shooting out his eyes. The mother was gutted like —
Months later, screams and gunshots rang out. Police arrived to pure hell: the daughter had butchered her father, shoving his mutilated cock and balls into his mouth before shooting out his eyes. The mother was gutted like —
July 21, 2025 at 1:23 AM
whispered about a serial killer. No one was caught.
Months later, screams and gunshots rang out. Police arrived to pure hell: the daughter had butchered her father, shoving his mutilated cock and balls into his mouth before shooting out his eyes. The mother was gutted like —
Months later, screams and gunshots rang out. Police arrived to pure hell: the daughter had butchered her father, shoving his mutilated cock and balls into his mouth before shooting out his eyes. The mother was gutted like —
complained of creeping monsters in the shadows—his room, the hallways, the corners of the home. His family dismissed it as an overactive imagination.
Until the day they returned to find him hanging from the ceiling—eyes missing, mouth agape, tongue ripped out.
The town —
Until the day they returned to find him hanging from the ceiling—eyes missing, mouth agape, tongue ripped out.
The town —
July 21, 2025 at 1:23 AM
complained of creeping monsters in the shadows—his room, the hallways, the corners of the home. His family dismissed it as an overactive imagination.
Until the day they returned to find him hanging from the ceiling—eyes missing, mouth agape, tongue ripped out.
The town —
Until the day they returned to find him hanging from the ceiling—eyes missing, mouth agape, tongue ripped out.
The town —
others believed they had erased all trace of him, Tormentius waited. And through the centuries, it spread.
Eventually, a house was built over that cursed land. A family moved in, unaware of the festering horror beneath their feet. Within months, their youngest child —
Eventually, a house was built over that cursed land. A family moved in, unaware of the festering horror beneath their feet. Within months, their youngest child —
July 21, 2025 at 1:22 AM
others believed they had erased all trace of him, Tormentius waited. And through the centuries, it spread.
Eventually, a house was built over that cursed land. A family moved in, unaware of the festering horror beneath their feet. Within months, their youngest child —
Eventually, a house was built over that cursed land. A family moved in, unaware of the festering horror beneath their feet. Within months, their youngest child —
Begin.
His reign of terror lasted until other ancient beings arrived. Together, they overpowered the void and struck it down—ridding Earth of his darkness. Or so they thought.
But after delivering the final blow, the shadow bled its sickness into a patch of soil. While the —
His reign of terror lasted until other ancient beings arrived. Together, they overpowered the void and struck it down—ridding Earth of his darkness. Or so they thought.
But after delivering the final blow, the shadow bled its sickness into a patch of soil. While the —
July 21, 2025 at 1:22 AM
Begin.
His reign of terror lasted until other ancient beings arrived. Together, they overpowered the void and struck it down—ridding Earth of his darkness. Or so they thought.
But after delivering the final blow, the shadow bled its sickness into a patch of soil. While the —
His reign of terror lasted until other ancient beings arrived. Together, they overpowered the void and struck it down—ridding Earth of his darkness. Or so they thought.
But after delivering the final blow, the shadow bled its sickness into a patch of soil. While the —
sadistic murder.
The more blood spilled in his name, the stronger he grew. All he had to do was whisper from the shadows—never needing to appear in physical form. The cultists would hear his voice, and their eyes would turn black with bloodlust. Then, the massacres would —
The more blood spilled in his name, the stronger he grew. All he had to do was whisper from the shadows—never needing to appear in physical form. The cultists would hear his voice, and their eyes would turn black with bloodlust. Then, the massacres would —
July 21, 2025 at 1:21 AM
sadistic murder.
The more blood spilled in his name, the stronger he grew. All he had to do was whisper from the shadows—never needing to appear in physical form. The cultists would hear his voice, and their eyes would turn black with bloodlust. Then, the massacres would —
The more blood spilled in his name, the stronger he grew. All he had to do was whisper from the shadows—never needing to appear in physical form. The cultists would hear his voice, and their eyes would turn black with bloodlust. Then, the massacres would —
gaping, tongueless mouths.
Then the shadow fell onto Earth, slipping through a crack in the cosmic barrier. Darkness swallowed it whole, bringing forth bloodbaths, screams, and chaos. Tormentius became more than a monster—he became a god of torment, torture, and depraved, —
Then the shadow fell onto Earth, slipping through a crack in the cosmic barrier. Darkness swallowed it whole, bringing forth bloodbaths, screams, and chaos. Tormentius became more than a monster—he became a god of torment, torture, and depraved, —
July 21, 2025 at 1:21 AM
gaping, tongueless mouths.
Then the shadow fell onto Earth, slipping through a crack in the cosmic barrier. Darkness swallowed it whole, bringing forth bloodbaths, screams, and chaos. Tormentius became more than a monster—he became a god of torment, torture, and depraved, —
Then the shadow fell onto Earth, slipping through a crack in the cosmic barrier. Darkness swallowed it whole, bringing forth bloodbaths, screams, and chaos. Tormentius became more than a monster—he became a god of torment, torture, and depraved, —
and yanked out innards, devouring them as they slithered like shiny, sparkling snakes. Others were hanged with their own intestines. After the bloodbath, every mutilated corpse shared one thing in common: the eyes and mouths were savagely ripped out, leaving hollow sockets and —
July 21, 2025 at 1:21 AM
and yanked out innards, devouring them as they slithered like shiny, sparkling snakes. Others were hanged with their own intestines. After the bloodbath, every mutilated corpse shared one thing in common: the eyes and mouths were savagely ripped out, leaving hollow sockets and —
Tormentius was something else entirely—something malformed, festering from something Cthulhu devoured… but violently spat out.
That mistake confusing it for kin was fatal.
The true offspring of Cthulhu were slaughtered in demented ways. The cosmic void tore into their guts —
That mistake confusing it for kin was fatal.
The true offspring of Cthulhu were slaughtered in demented ways. The cosmic void tore into their guts —
July 21, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Tormentius was something else entirely—something malformed, festering from something Cthulhu devoured… but violently spat out.
That mistake confusing it for kin was fatal.
The true offspring of Cthulhu were slaughtered in demented ways. The cosmic void tore into their guts —
That mistake confusing it for kin was fatal.
The true offspring of Cthulhu were slaughtered in demented ways. The cosmic void tore into their guts —
Tormentius was a twisted, cruel, depraved, dark void of screaming violence existing when there were only stars. It was born from a shadow of cruelty that eclipsed all light. Eventually, other cosmic beings arrived, believed to be true offspring of Cthulhu. But the one known as —
July 21, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Tormentius was a twisted, cruel, depraved, dark void of screaming violence existing when there were only stars. It was born from a shadow of cruelty that eclipsed all light. Eventually, other cosmic beings arrived, believed to be true offspring of Cthulhu. But the one known as —
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Personality:
Cruel. Vile. Sadistic. Enjoys inflicting pain, suffering, and madness. Finds joy in screams and bloodletting. A god of agony, reborn in flesh.
Personality:
Cruel. Vile. Sadistic. Enjoys inflicting pain, suffering, and madness. Finds joy in screams and bloodletting. A god of agony, reborn in flesh.
July 21, 2025 at 1:18 AM
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Personality:
Cruel. Vile. Sadistic. Enjoys inflicting pain, suffering, and madness. Finds joy in screams and bloodletting. A god of agony, reborn in flesh.
Personality:
Cruel. Vile. Sadistic. Enjoys inflicting pain, suffering, and madness. Finds joy in screams and bloodletting. A god of agony, reborn in flesh.