#thy darkened shade

[defiledcasket]

I've never made a playlist before that's strictly music that could be described as.... somewhere between black metal and death metal. Well no longer shall my library nor yours suffer this absence, it has been done!

Featured Artists: Behemoth, Goatwhore, Belphegor, Unanimated & Thy Darkened Shade

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[drondskaath]

Thy Darkened Shade | Liber Lvcifer II: Mahapralaya | 2023

Greek Black Metal

Artwork by Vamperess Imperium

https://thydarkenedshade.bandcamp.com/album/liber-lvcifer-ii-mahapralaya

[hydrocephalus]

Thy Darkened Shade - Sacrosanct Pyre

[servant-of-kaos]

Thy Darkened Shade - Liber Lvcifer - II - Mahapralaya

[alephskoteinos]

The guy from Thy Darkened Shade is funny sometimes. "manifestation of the higher self" dude you should really leave the New Testament at the door before talking about Satanism.

[echantedtoon]

Not Thy Neighbor, Thy Want-To-Be Lover

As you sit and do your job, a monster who's became infatuated perfects himself into the perfect man to become your husband.

(Warnings for mentions of death, blood, killing, and maybe yandereish themes.)

"Mmm...Hello."

A thin glass was all that separated himself and the one.

Tired eyes stared endlessly into the glass, the one thing separating himself from the one destined to be his. The image reflected in the glass and staring into his soul was one of perfection. Spent MONTHS perfecting on and heading many warnings for in order to slip by and gain access to what's destined to be his. Tired eyes that took a lifetime to perfect darkening his skin cells to the exact right shade of black to pass as sleep depravation. Forcing his outside to crease to perfect every wrinkle. Spots to form every freckle. Every little detail on the outside.

Just so he could come back every day and see her again.

"Mr. Mosses?"

"Hm?" Perfectly replicated eyes blinked surprised at the woman on the other side who just rose a deadpanned brows higher. "I asked for your identification, Sir." Her petite hand gestured a finger pointed downwards meaning the slot hole in front of him. "If you could please hand it over, Mr. Mosses."

Professional.

She was always professional. Never asking about your day or small talk legitimately at all. Only professional talk doing her work until her night shift was over and the day doorman came to take her place until her next shift again. The room he stood had two doors. One leading into the building and one leading out with both being able to lock him securely in until the disposal team came in to kill him.

IF he was caught that is. 

He hasn't been caught YET. Many run ins with trying his disguise out on the outside and on people who knew the old milkman ensured his new body would get perfected everyday. Every second. All just to start his new life in society and eventually getting everything he wanted. 

"I'm sorry. Yes of course." Hands perfected humanly reached into his clothes and pulled out a stolen ID card but it was technically him now so rightfully it was his too. The small thing slid into the slot and down into the small secured office as her eyes looked at it. "Forgive me. The extra shifts have gotten me a little tired."

"Please ensure that you remember next time,Sir," was her automatic response as she held it up along with two pieces of paper. No doubt comparing the actual legit ID card to the information on the sheet. The other one a checklist her hand marked off with a pen. Always following every procedure to the T. He'd expect nothing less of the one who'd be his wife. "Entry request form please."

"Of course. I have it right here." Another smaller folded piece of paper was taken from the same pocket anf inserted into the same slot. 

Her hands unfolded it as the same routine as the ID card examination repeated. She was perfect as she read. Eyes narrowed in focus and brows furrowed in determination. She was all perfect. It's what he wanted really. There was others of his mind that took her nature for granted but all almost had the same dream. A life. He wanted that when he first came to this place. It was plastered as the one true life and he fell hard for the fantasy.

To live a life of normality. Humanity. 

Having a nice home with a picket fence and a steady job with a cute little wife and children to come home to. He knew he wanted that. What counted as 'family' to him before was nothing. Only caring about themselves. Most of his kind were killers. Killing their way to get a place in society only it failed miserably every single time for the blood thirsty ones. He never saw a Dopple that was successful except one. In human terms she would've been considered his 'cousin' as she was a spawn born from one of his sire's 'siblings'. He recognized her even through her absolutely PERFECT human disguise. She had taken a woman's place, Lois Stilnsky if he remembered right. She looked perfectly happy hanging onto the arm of her new husband and bouncing a toddler son that couldn't have been older than two maybe three at the time he saw the family. Whether the baby boy was hers after taking the old wife's place or was already born before his possible original mother was done away with he didn't know. But she had looked absolutely happy to take over his raising herself and become a wife and mother.

He wanted that. By any means necessary. Oh he never killed the original Francis. Yes he copied his appearance. Yes he took the old Francis's ID. Yes he now WAS Francis Mosses..But he wasn't the one who killed the original. He wasn't sure if he was going to kill the original. Oh he heavily contemplated it as he studied every route he made on his delivery route. Studying EVERY customer new, old, and current. His boss, coworkers, friends, but no family..He didn't have any family left which made things easier in the long run. But besides the point- He spent HOURS looking through windows studying every INCH of his apartment and routine just to make himself perfect! 

However he wasn't the only one who decided he'd be the perfect topic. He studied him and spent time making sure he'd be perfectly blended in. The one who actually did the deed was fast and hasty. Did away with the original messily. He still cringed at the gruesome memory of him being devoured like a steak fed to a dog. The idiot then adapted his form and ran off without even taking the ID or forms needed. He was dead within minutes of trying to waltz into the building covered in blood.  He vowed to never take a human life after that after all that wouldn't fit into his new life. 

He waited half a day after recovering what he could from the wreckage to seize what he needed being sure to thoroughly clean them off before deciding to go into his new life. He probably shouldn't have. He was shaken up with nerves and fear, his outside appearance while perfect was disheveled and unkempt. He was so sure when he turned in the papers into the day doorman he'd be killed but oddly his appearance ended up working in his favor-

"Oh, Francis!," the stranger exclaimed as soon as he saw his shaking form. "Thank goodness you're ok! I've been getting a few calls from your boss asking if you were here! I was worried when I heard your truck was found with you missing!"

"Um..Y-Yes." he stuttered feeling sweat run his new face. "A doppelganger ended up throwing the door open and tried to get me but thankfully my driver's door was open so I just jumped out and ran. Hid in an alleyway for a while until I thought it was safe to come back."

It was half a lie. The other Dopple did jump into the van and Old Francis did manage to get out and away...but the poor soul didn't make it past an abandoned building before he was a goner.

The day doorman nodded with a smile. "Well thank goodness you're alright. I'll happily call your boss back to ease his worries."

"T-Thank you B-But I'm tired and just want to shower. Can i-I go inside?"

"Sure! I just need to see your ID card and request forms. Better safe than sorry than they say. Y'know that Doppler was in here looking like you but it must've gotten hungry and eaten a stray dog or something. Tried to pass off the blood as 'scarlet milk'. What do those things take me for? An idiot?!"

"Heh..R-Right. A lot of them aren't t-too bright." He shook so badly handing the cleaned up forms to him. He was going to die next he knew it.

"You got that right." He hummed looking over everything very quick before smiling and to his shock pushed them back through the slot to him. "Okie doke! You're good to go! Try to rest up ok, Bud? You've had a really scary day by the sounds of it."

"Mmm. Yes. Scary."

He shook with every step taking the forms back and heading to now his home. He couldn't believe it himself. His now boss calling his now apartment to be sure he was ok before giving him the next week off to collect himself. It gave him a good chance to check over his now belongings and the rest of the home he never got to see through the windows. It was..nice. Pretty plain. Bland. But normal and certainly an upgrade from the alleys and rooftops and abandoned buildings especially in bad weather. It wasn't until the end of the week when he went to his now job and did his now rounds. It was late at night coming back for the first time at such an hour and to his surprise it was not the friendly now friend of his day doorman. No. He stopped cold. A fist seizing his heart as the most beautiful woman he's ever encountered looked at him neutrally.

"Entrance request form and identification card please."

He now knew what love truly was. 

"Both are correct." Her hands pushed the two things back through the slot continuing to check off the list before leaning back to look at something on the wall. "...And you're expected as usual. Will you please take a few steps back to be examined?"

"Mmm. Alright." 

The usual thing. Making sure he didn't have any abnormalities on his upper body, lower body, sides, and back. Taking a few steps back for her to fully look him over arms raised and fully turning around to let her see his entire body. 

"Take off your hat please." He obliged his his picture didn't have his hat on him and she probably wanted to check him for any horns or other things. "Alright. Give me one moment to call your apartment to confirm your status." Yep. Every. Single. Step. By the book. 

He couldn't wait to have her in his arms. In a wedding dress in that magical day he always heard about. Having their own little ones running around. The picture perfect family as he went to work and brought home the bacon and came back to a smiling wife with children playing at her feet and dinner waiting for him. Maybe even a dog too. He'd like to get them a nice house in the countryside. Away from the disgusting city. He heard that was ideal for growing families. 

"Alright. No one's home. So it all checks out." The phone was placed back with a click as she looked at him. "You're free to head inside. Have a nice night, Mr. Mosses."

The door opened with a loud noise ...but her brow rose in surprise when he instead approached the window and leaned down. "Actually I have a question for you if that's alright."

"And that being what, Sir?"

His smile brightened. "Would you perhaps like to have dinner with me sometime?"

[blacknedsoul-blog]

I've never exactly been a fan of poetry, if I were to make a compilation of the poems I've liked, I think it would be about 20 pages long. That said, this poem reminded me so much of Lenore and Annabel that I wanted to share it here: it was written by John Clare and published in the anthology First Love in 1841.

This poem was written during its author's confinement in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum. It speaks of his enormous terror of loneliness and his longing for freedom personified in a mysterious and beautiful maiden.

An Invite to Eternity (John Clare)

Wilt thou go with me sweet maid

Say maiden wilt thou go with me

Through the valley depths of shade

Of night and dark obscurity

Where the path hath lost its way

Where the sun forgets the day

Where there's nor life nor light to see

Sweet maiden wilt thou go with me

Where stones will turn to flooding streams

Where plains will rise like ocean waves

Where life will fade like visioned dreams

And mountains darken into caves

Say maiden wilt thou go with me

Through this sad non-identity

Where parents live and are forgot

And sisters live and know us not

Say maiden wilt thou go with me

In this strange death of life to be

To live in death and be the same

Without this life or home or name

At once to be or not to be

That was and is not—yet to see

Things pass like shadows—and the sky

Above, below, around us lie.

The land of shadows wilt thou trace

And look nor know each other's face

The present mixed with reasons gone

And past and present all as one

Say maiden can thy life be led

To join the living with the dead

Then trace thy footsteps on with me

We're wed to one eternity.

[holdyourwine]

How Can Any Man Bear Such Tragedy?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ featuring Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Omaticayan female self-insert character, 3.6k words, angst, fluff, comfort, mention of bloods, not edited

HIS BEAUTEOUS BRIDE ; masterlist on pinned

˗ˏˋ (.n) Forgive his grief for one almost removed, Ma Eywa, Thy creature, whom Neteyam found so fair. He cannot know such loss. For how the red will always besmirch his hands in forever guilt. ´ˎ˗

One.

“Is it possible to avoid the war?”

A quiver within her voice earned a tilt of the taller male’s head. The rain water dripped down from the tip of his braided hair, Neteyam himself had no utterance for the horror etched within the irises of his ladylove. The couple stopped by the quiet beach, far from the tumultuous area where the Chief— Tonowari, had declared to bring war upon the Sky People. The demons are approaching close, and that is when they realize their peace in this land meets its end. Yet, Eywa had sent the rain; it brings peace to both their heads, light wind roams the hairs, ocean waves dance alongside the swirl of wind. A perfect place for a runaway.

She has tried to prevent him from going.

Two.

“Make haste!”

Penetrating voices swallowed by the wind, leaving the vessels of adolescents who fought their best to help a Tulkun. Two pairs of morose pupils drowned in each other, basking in weariness as she shook her head soon as the sught of her lover— Neteyam, was going to use himself as bait. In no second thought, the maiden jumped in, tightening her hold to Neteyam’s waist as her ears caught a distaste click from his tongue upon showing his protest for how careless she is to come with him in danger, yet she heeded nothing. She would be so kind to save it for the other day inasmuch as today they can avoid the war. She would be so kind to hear his protective words alongside the warm hold if it means they can go home, to each other’s arms.

She shall adhere to the distress if it means she can ensure Neteyam is safe.

Three.

Home feels far away.

Blood runs cold, the sentence keeps repeating itself within that poor little head of hers as the roaring shotguns fill the air. The wind has knocked out the supply of her lungs, Eywa, what can she do? She has not yet let any infidelity interfere with her tenet to stay, to adhere with her love to the depths of hell itself. This is hell.

“You can not ask me to go!”

Her throat has cutted off the source of her hoarse voice. For the sad old laughters they shared hours ago; but has trouble enough of its own. The echo of fire comes to a halt whilst her small hands react before her mind can think a word, that yet comes into a train of, ‘Neteyam is going to get a hole.’

It shrinks from a voicing woe her lips can mutter, voiceless even, for the ocean engulfs her cold body. This debt she pays to the redemption, of the man she loves.

“Beloved?” Eeriness radiates from the lenient voice of his, eyes meet eyes. His honey eyes, the dreadful look within these as he stares to the darkened shade of the ocean around her limp head. His honey eyes, hold so much untold emotion that he could never morph it into the words, presenting it from the way he embraces her, muscles working so fast amongst the water.

Ma Eywa, this can not be— what kind of grave mistake Neteyam has committed for him to deserve such a near tragedy upon his very eyes?

How the remorse spreads within a second to his vein as her eyes catch the scene upon him. The love of Neteyam’s life, shot. The fear he felt on the ship minutes ago is nothing compared to the fright that consumes his entire soul, compared to the feeling of guilt for not insisting on his lover, harder, to leave before him. A choked scream towards his father leaves his pale lips as his intellectual mind works too fast, too fast, to draw the following scenes of her life with her absence. Following eons without her presence. That this running red supply Eywa provided him will be his own curse, for he will despise it until then its dropping temperature— for not using his life way much better, to protect whom he loves.

With torn and bleeding heart Neteyam embraces her hand, and mouth with myriad subtleties. “Be here with me, okay?”

Why should the world be under-wise, in counting all his tears and sighs upon seeing the shallow breath from her trembling lips?

“Teyam— it hurts.” The wind carries her throat.

“My love, my sweet, beautiful, girl, I know. But please.”

Beneath the limp body lies the rock, bearing the flow of red from one gaping hole on back shoulder, and, oh, her lower back. In broad daylight the eclipse illuminates the glistening tears upon her pale cheeks. A poor life this if, full of consciousness, Neteyam has no time to stand and witness the blood leaving her tiny body.

“Tsireya, Tsireya! Get us to your mother!”

No farewell yet leaves his quivering lips to his parents, feeling the weight of her figure upon him as he keeps the warmth of his body whilst the coldness of the sea embraces them once more. The movement of that strong body is like a picturesque of a raging thunderstorm during a tempest, not even the crying Metkayinan lady behind can follow the haste.

“Keep her up, Neteyam!”

Hearing the trembling voice he glances down, heart thrumming in horror as his sight catches those wet eyelashes drooped, eyelids disguising the light of her orbs. “No, eyes open, okay? Can you do that, for me, hm?”

He finds comfort for himself in placing a chaste kiss upon her forehead, a quiet whimper stabs his hearing. Neteyam can not know such loss, not upon his own useless hands that cannot atone the silent oath he whispered upon her sleeping self, many eclipses ago. He pledged the entire world to bring in her feet in exchange for blithesome she can feel, yet this, such tragedy is one he can bring her?

Neteyam can not know such loss.

The gravity has scorched him down to the core, singed to ash; the very same petite body he embraces every night, the very same small body he adores when it sways gracefully in music, that frail body, has to taste such agony that rots her. When he beats his heart; it is not a carol of sorrow nor woe, but a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core, a plea, that upward to Eywa he flings—

Later his eyes catch a glimpse of another figure in the shore. Whilst the heaviness his heart bares, a knot chokes his throat he screams the Tsahik who puts her spear in storage after the war. A loud screech rings within her hearing as an immeasurable shot of pain takes her nervous system much more, yet the poor maiden still manages to feel a warm presence of her lover, tasting the salty tears that drop onto her cold cheeks.

In hurry the Tsahik Ronal assists the three teenagers to her marui beside the Sully’s, ensuring that she can not move for days so better to place her already in her comfort place. The tips of her body are cold as ice. It brings shiver to Neteyam’s body as he provides the heat by his hold.

His eyes are latched onto the figure, it goes silent even the bustling of Ronal and Tsireya— alongside Max and Norm who were deciding to have a stay for some days since their arrival days ago on the matter of Kiri’s seizure.

Those dilated pupils losing its light, rolled beads of cold sweat on her temple, lips as pale as the bright blue sky. Has Neteyam not know eversince the liquid damps his own face, he sits his body with his darling lies on top of him— giving a better access for Ronal to check her back wounds.

Ever so gently his fingers caress her wet hair, pushing it aside to get a better look of her gorgeous face despite the lack of the blood. Etching a comforting smile, Neteyam has to perform might still to reassure the one who needs her support-system. Neteyams has to appear strong despite how much his heart has been crushed.

“Neteyam— dear,”

Lips placed upon his strong shoulder, her limp hands find its way to his back.

“Yes, my love?”

“I apologize.”

Oh, whatever for, my dear?

Shaking his head softly, he places her head further close to him, as Neteyam snuggles close to her crown in desperation. “Hush now, yeah? Baby, just, focus to come back to me.”

Hearing the thud of her fallen arm from his back, along with the drop of her head on his neck draws a written panic in Neteyam’s expression— as he swiftly his palms on her body, checking the heartbeat; oh Eywa, it is as faint as the flow stream of river in their home, in a hot day. Bathed in red of his lover, pupils shrinking in horror as his trembling hands caress her porcelain cheek, head hangs low in attempt to hear her shallow breath. “Sleep not!”

Sounds demanding yet to her it comes off a whisper, a low puff of breath leaving her mouth, hands barely can grasp his body close to her. She is cold, so cold it terrifies her. It scares her. “Do not leave me here—“

The silent wish she chants has an effect upon the falling tears from his eyes, lips not leaving the surface of her temple and cheek. “I will not— I shan’t.”

Neteyam does not even care if it is Ronal or Max who tends the wound, his head is spinning. The art of losing is not something Neteyam wants to know; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost in living as a Sully that any loss is a disaster. If he leaves the poor fainted Na’vi who fights for the thread of her life, he might not know whatever misery happens upon his family out there.

Yet, Neteyam has no heart to refuse the one who needs him the most. Not when the cause of this tragedy is him. No passing seconds yet to snatch the remorse from his poor heart.

Neteyam cannot lose the one he can only picture as the mother of his children. Neteyam cannot live with the grief of losing so much in one soul, that carries all dreams and wishes down to her grave.

A heart-torning scream brings his thought back to the scene before him— the bullets are getting scooped out from her body. Hastily Neteyam places his hand on her head, helping her in muffling the scream upon his shoulder. Brows furrowed in pain as she bites down on him, yet it bothers him no slightest for how she feels is infinite times than this.

This, will pass. O Eywa, say it. To the golden light she will be able to escort his hand to her merry life in laughter, swallowing each other in warm hugs. Its dolour will die as the eclipse dies down with the setting sun.

Whispering nothing but sweet encouragement to her dropped ears, as her body falls in great trembles for how much pain that frail body bears. It tastes like forever, for her. Endless shoot of agony has not yet left her even after the minutes of surgery. To his satisfaction, the maiden can finally fall asleep.

Neteyam tells himself, that assuaged and calm, she will rest again, forgetting a thing that is done. Those relieved eyes glance to The Tsahik, who later spreads the ointment of a medicine plant upon her wounds tended by Max in whatever the Sky People way. “We will now clean her up and you too.”

And take care of her he does. Prior given a bowl of warm water and a cloth, ever so carefully with the sleeping miss on top of him, he shoots a reassuring look to Tsireya who is bringing a new fresh fabric of her clothes. “I will do it, please, let me.”

Neteyam can see the dried tears upon Tsireya’s cheeks. “And please let me help you too. She is my best friend.”

Soft humming leaves his lips in fear of waking her up with his movement as he pulls the knot of her top and bottom, pulling off the now-red white clothes from her body. That Tsakarem of Awa’atlu dips the clean cloth into the warm water, before gently lifts her limp arm on the side of Neteyam’s body for her to clean up. It takes times, until the young lady is all clean and cozy in a fresh piece of clothes.

“Neteyam, it is your turn.”

Caressing the sleeping lover’s hair oh so gently, Neteyam shakes his head as he lets his cheek rest on her crown, not glancing a gaze at the other girl who is tidying up the remaining stuff. “Be later for I want to stay still like this for a while.”

Pulling a soft smile, Tsireya gladly lets him be as she makes her way out of the room— but not before she places a blanket over her friend’s body.

And, as he is left with silence, the silent tear falls freely. Eyelids flutter close to hide the morose yellow eyes. Never shall Neteyam forget those dreads that consumed his heart upon seeing the love of his life laying in no life force. Never shall he forget the doldrums that deprived him for all eternity of the desire to live without the presence of her— that was so close to slipping away from his grasp.

One step closer and she is gone, has Neteyam murder the soul of his. Whom he loves, he promised his life for, he has loved ever since he can shoot his first arrow with his small hands— how can a man bear such tragedy of losing such a love?

Engulfing her in his embrace, Neteyam rests his back in a comfortable position, pulling the blanket further to her shoulders. He will hold her as long as he can, not letting any cruelty this world can give to take her away.Two nights have passed since and yet there is no sign of her waking up any time soon. The night after the war ended, Neytiri and Jake were quickly rushed to her place; the cry of relief streamed down the mother’s cheeks as she fell to her knees, caressing both her son and his darling. Jake, however, could breathe freely now he had made sure no one was endangered; well, at least, no funeral at that night.

Neteyam left her, once, to bathe and eat. And to come back into her marui, letting the silence consume him as the sight of her laying on her stomach, eyes fluttering close still, will come to ache his heart.

Ever so gently, he will move into the position; where he becomes her bed, for him to engulf her, placing her head upon his shoulder so that he can feel every warm breath, a gentle reminder that she is still here, alive. The running golf within her veins has not stopped, the flowing of breath in her lungs has not cutted off.

It is a night he spends regularly as his amber eyes vividly stare into the wave flowing beyond the sea; bioluminescent plants underwater illuminate his glowing freckles, yet no lights can ever glow the pitiful look upon his handsome face. He bears his sorrow heavily.

Then, a soft sigh brings his tilted head down; from the shadow shaken on his figure, he witnesses how those long eyelashes batting ever so slightly, eyelids revealing those glimmering yellow orbs. Gasping from his lips, Neteyam lets his palm slip into her cheek. “Hey.”

Blinking, gentle smile creeps into her lips. “Hello, my love.”

Though it is sounding faint, the greeting itself has brought a warm envelope to his heart. Tongue ought to utter many words of gratitude upon showing a carol of joy, yet Neteyam only shuts his lips on her forehead, to her nose, and cheeks. Still, her weak smile falters since a wetness falls into her face.

“My Neteyam, why the tears?”

Voice oh so subtle it ached his heart— eyes widening slightly at the touch of her fingertips upon his face, Neteyam brings his hand to hers, as he snuggles close to her warm palm. “Do not ever do that to my heart.”

Letting out a small giggle, her eyes come into a crescent so beautifully under the laugh. She has a love for him, to the depth and breadth of her life it brings no regret upon dipping his feet into the pool of tormenting acid for him. At last, the fear she indeed felt on the brink of death gate has vanished. No one wants to leave and to be left, no?

Thumb caresses the tears away from his cheekbone, her eyes wander down to his lips. “Only way to save you, ‘Teyam.”

Oh, as if the world has not yet allowed to open the curtain, whispers coming to answer another murmur, just love speaking for the two souls only.

“I do not need saving, not from you, I can not sta—“

His low yet distressed voice gets cutted off with a small peck upon his lips. Yet, she does not heed to pull her face away, letting their nose meet in contentment— eyes fluttering close finally in a moment of absorbing each other’s comfort. Her hands slowly creep up to bask his tense body with her affection, calming his nerves with a soft humming; gentle reminder that all is over.

“It is not you, yawntu. It is me, regarding my heart, that cannot bear a lifetime without you. I will gladly spend a short one if it means I can be with you in it.” Gently, she moves her head, nose caressing his one in comfort.

A choked gasp leaves him, as his much bigger hands meets her face, cradling lovingly. “You are egoist. You only think about your feelings, have you ever considered mine? You will carry my breath away to your grave— Eywa, no, you did make me lose my pedestal on living, by seeing you basking in blood and wounds. I am not worth saving, Flower.”

He has built his life without the moment excluding her name, her presence. His dream, is her. She is the air that he breathes, there is no medicine that shall patch his heart if he ever loses her for nothing.

“Not worth it? How come your mouth can say such grotesque? You have shown me the entire world even not needing me to walk around. You are very dear to me, Neteyam, and not let that statement leave your lips again for I will be mad at you— I love you, you may take my heart.”

All thoughts, all miseries, all remorses, whatever it is, ceased from his mortal frame, all but the ministers of loving feeling. Neteyam has been walking in his dreams for 5 years of longing her love in silence, charading in friendship love, yet not knowing the depth of his love is equal with hers. She is fond of him, as much as he is that she is truly willing to take the bullet.

“Forgive me, how will you forgive me for this ugly scar?” It comes out in a whimpering plea, Neteyam starts to trail his lips all over her face.

On the contrary, she lets out a sweet laugh, enjoying the kisses that rain down her lovely face. The sound itself makes the Na’vi breathe in relaxation. The moonshine, –that can not even steal the simple yet boisterous scene– has blended with the lights of the lady’s face; and she is there, his hope, his joy, his own dear lover.

“Mhm, maybe the sweetest fruit? And, umm, a kiss?” In jestily she puts her pointer finger on her chin, facing away from his body (slowly, she does not want to worsen the healing wounds) in a playful manner of thinking.

A gentle flick he gives on her forehead, pulling out more laughter from both of them. Pretty, she is breathtaking. As Neteyam lets his fingers wander around her cheek, his thumb meets the soft surface of her lips. “Only that?”

Laughter dies down, cheeks flushed in flitting blush as her bioluminescent dots glow brighter at its finest, she parts her lips, head moving slightly to let her teeth catch his thumb. The action itself brings another chuckle from Neteyam, upon seeing the wide smile on her gorgeous face.

“And a Neteyam for myself?”

Despite the tone that still brings the jest, she is sure with what her lips say. Whilst her darling withdraws his thumb from her bite, and pressing it into her lips, she ever so gently closes her eyes, kissing his thumb in a longing kiss.

“He is already yours.”

Swallowing the words, Neteyam seals it in a kiss. A pair of soft lips meeting her ripe ones, kissing away the last bits of fear. As Neteyam feels the softness her lips provide him, it slumps down his stiff shoulders. He kisses her in the way a man kisses his woman before they part in a war, he kisses her in the way a warrior kisses his bow in reverence. Neteyam kisses her like he kisses a remarkable prize Eywa can ever bless him.

Like a prayer, she slips away from his lips, “Then, I may be blessed in such abundance for having this Neteyam you said is already mine.”

Soft chuckle emits from his throat, their lips brushing each other in the warmth of their shared gentle laugh. The maiden rests her bosom upon him, arms embracing his neck in a sense of loving. The storm had passed, the rain had stopped hitting the surface of the ocean; in which she can sing her love in a murmur of dream. To turn her love for Neteyam into tons of praises, of services.

So on, the long night is down to her feet, for Neteyam to carve in his bones.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ [] well im not putting much actions on the movie or other’s reaction because i wrote from neteyam’s pov mostly, so it shows how the world become only about him and her; because indeed, all he can think about is her safety and hoe to save her.

[thelastrenaissance]

The Hurricane

Jose Maria de Heredia

Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,

I know thy breath in the burning sky!

And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,

For the coming of the hurricane!

And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,

Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;

Silent and slow, and terribly strong,

The mighty shadow is borne along,

Like the dark eternity to come;

While the world below, dismayed and dumb,

Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere

Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear.

They darken fast; and the golden blaze

Of the sun is quenched in the lurid haze,

And he sends through the shade a funeral ray —

A glare that is neither night nor day,

A beam that touches, with hues of death,

The clouds above and the earth beneath.

To its covert glides the silent bird,

While the hurricane's distant voice is heard,

Uplifted among the mountains round,

And the forests hear and answer the sound.

He is come! he is come! do ye not behold

His ample robes on the wind unfurled?

Giant of air! we bid thee hail!—

How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;

How his huge and writhing arms are vent,

To clasp the zone of the firmament,

And fold at length, in the dark embrace,

From mountain to mountain the visible space.

Darker — still darker! the whirlwinds bear

The dust of the plains to the middle air:

And hark to the crashing, long and loud,

Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud!

You may trace its path by the flashes that start

From the rapid wheels where'er they dart,

And the fire-bolts leap to the world below,

And flood the skies with a lurid glow.

What roar is that? — 'tis the rain that breaks

In torrents away from the airy lakes,

Heavily poured on the shuddering ground,

And shedding a nameless horror round.

Ah! well known woods, and mountains, and skies,

With the very clouds! — ye are lost to my eyes.

I seek ye vainly, and see in your place

The shadowy tempest that sweeps the space,

A whirling ocean that fills the wall

Of the crystal heaven, and buries all.

And I, cut off from the world, remain

Alone with the terrible hurricane.

Translated by William Cullen Bryant

[theartofmetal]

51. Liber Lvcifer II: Mahapralaya - Thy Darkened Shade (Black Metal, 2023)

Art by "Vamperess Imperium"

[une-sanz-pluis]

Immortal shade of an adorable queen! long since has the splendour vanished, which the too tardy gratitude of thy spouse shed over thy grave! long since have the psalms died away which his hired priests, in their snow-white robes, with a blood-red cross, chaunted at midnight round the shrine where thy dust reposes. The star of thy name has been darkened by the mists of time; thou hast experienced ingratitude, even after thy death; but thy honour will never pass away, so long as annals remain, which preserve the records of thy all-embracing love to these nations, thy tenderness for every subject, thy piercing intellect, thy industrious prudence. In the eyes of those who attach less consequence to the tinsel of fortune and power than to the wisdom and virtue of a noble heart, thy name shall eclipse Margaret's, and thy memory, from the monastery of Wadstena, spread a more beautiful splendour than hers from her triple throne. But even should thy name be forgotten in the state, should no memorial record thy virtues, no bard sing thy heroism, still thy memory will not die in the cottage of the Swedish warrior in Holstein, whom thy humanity consoled in the sorrows of an unhappy war ; nor in that of the Swede who, dragged from his fatherland to an useless campaign, suffered the dreadful misery of hunger; and, at last, cast upon the shores of Saltholm and Barse- beck, would have miserably perished by nakedness and want, hadst not thou, with active tenderness, like an angel from heaven, brought him unexpected preservation.

Herr Franzen, "Politik og Histoire" vol. iv, 1821, trans. Mary Anne Everett Green in Lives of the princesses of England from the Norman conquest, Vol 3 (Longman, Brown, Green, Longman & Roberts, 1849)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“But next to each one”)

And come against thy heart, I look     less at once How good to governed her pray, and saw again—     ah, woe is me, alack

and times, or go sit doun! Thence but     smal, and bad, that so confusion thine eies, that voice by the     Kidde shee knewe well who have

a home for to morrowe, ne lenger     rotten boughs, but, in good measure. His pair doth my     wilfulness declare that I

shall darkening from hall to the sharpe     smale, and when true Justice caught Aurora Raby with her     pure heart’s purest blood; for

none; or like a king, though the most.     ’Er Lincoln, a fat fen vicarage, and mode of living     in the avoidance of

their reptile soul? And now lapsed in     soul. The loue is chaste orb shone as cavalier, will have the     sencelesse complain of

goode men, and trouble wi’ the many-     living brother: the eye aside: what end? One large. What     helpeth the devil who

look’d, and saw again—ah, woe is     me! Keep fresh the sunshine cold. Though of occupacioun, and     the near my music chimes

in many a morning to her     solein silence praye yow, if that gars you look, ’ quoth he, as     if you might doubt whate’er

might have turn’d, preferrė bigamye, or     once she brings; then faded, and a joy in flower which many     a graceful end—he

rolled like the taper as she did     so, but tis the zone. And mild, as a modestly, when thy     mind. Of Soldiery,

suddenly, the Hus-bandman selfe on     Vertue hath Immortal, shun them all! Of flies had a twilight     such hints of horror of

shepeheardes so well Who, in     all did ring the bay! Could not be given to the door upon     wonder’d hours, the sunset

in the leon, tel me this:     why hydestow, we wol been wyse, and the pit and Strengthen     us to blindness, oaths

of these things are our master too—     their pride: an ivory slide. But next to each one thing in shades     contempt; which she is stand—

yet, like skulls at Memphian banquets,     to think he had dropp’d off one by on bamboo stilts, playing     her fault much more, from him

keep me hid. The dread that’s very     side; when starts; no jealous ears, but doth both stay! But I seye     that he likewise might own.

[douxie-casperan]

Through valleys deep in shade Of night and dark obscurity Will you go with me? The path has lost its way The sun forgets the day No life, no light to see Will you go with me? Will you follow me? Where parents live and are forgot Through their sad non-identity Where sisters live and know us not Will you go with me? Where stones will turn to flooding streams Where plains will rise like ocean waves Where life will fade like visioned dreams And mountains darken into caves To live in death and be the same Without this life or home or name At once to be and not to be We're wed to one eternity

The present mixed with reasons gone And past and present are as one Say maiden can thy life be led To join the living with the dead

[eveningreading]

Though cribbed and gyved, thou canst within thy walls  Unfold a wondrous wealth of worlds unseen, And flood the soul’s abyss with moon-light sheen, As well as darken passions’ gilded halls ;  Thy fourteen outlets are so many falls  From which gush out the prisoned joy, or spleen—  The silvery cascades, or the billows green, And either a sea of bliss or grief recalls.  Thou goddess of the gems of Fancy’s deep,  Though few thy facets, they reflect the whole  Of inner-self in multi-shaded hues ;  Thou art the couch of dreams that never sleep ;  Thou art the phoenix of the poet’s soul, As well the crystal palace of his muse.

"To The Sonnet" by Ameen Rihani

[alephskoteinos]

I don't know if it's just me or not but I think I see the term "Promethean" come up in Greek black metal more. I specifically see it associated with recent releases from Thy Darkened Shade (see their interview with Swallowed in Black for their newest album "Mahapralaya") and Embrace of Thorns (see their 2022 demo "A Night of Promethean Blasphemy"). It could just be the classic "Prometheus = Satan" meme but I'm also inclined to think it refers to a much larger esoteric current, possibly of their own devising (and not without a certain suspicion related to a certain Jason Jorjani).

[ghostcultmagazine]

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