Post by Sunny on Aug 9, 2022 19:09:41 GMT
The sewers were pregnant with communion. Harmonic sounds of distant vox clogged the stitched pipelines that festered under the city of New York. An upright presence that quibbled and sagged the compounds with a glorious might. Brooding consecrated power in a hidden church surrounded by the protective metal borrows of the city.
What stood before the fellowship of cultists was a saintly creature floating above them in worship. The humanoid creature was knitted piece by piece until what accumulated was a cold corpse with a canine mouth oddly placed in the confines of a mutated skull. Sunny from before was a telekinetic dog that was associated with Day-Man was now a being that was so disconnected from this world and it's universal laws that he was naturally upside down. They sang to the cosmic beast in a skewed language. Words and patterns that connected their beings to the motherly warp, The Pit.
The human cultists blessed with the purity of black mold grounded their beliefs. It’s contagious faith savagely mounted their minds. Dimensional spores clambered their souls and appeased the flesh into godly forms. Breathing the airborne blackness in ritual as Sunny connected their chanting with The Pit's desires.
The great canine revenant sealed and persuaded their fleshed hulls to initialize The Pit’s envisioned programming. Perverse varnish installed over their human forms in the shape of chitin shells. Mimicking the landfall kaiju in mass production. Mouths and tongues influenced by The Pit’s transmissions chanted out in praise, a name.
Half complete, the blessed soldiers of The Pit serenaded an altar that Sunny bestowed upon them. Chanting for days or even weeks. They sought the equation for their transformation and the perfect soldier was the conclusion. Many times this world has witnessed and The Pit was convinced. Persistent and steadfast was the one that they called for relentlessly.
Sunny and the Chitin cultists reality warped the forced prophecy. Tirelessly forcing the universe, convincing the scenario to bring the perfect soldier to them.
In one way or another The Pit called for Septimus. Eventually something would obey.
OOC:
-more pit worldbuilding
-expect a wheatley rp
What stood before the fellowship of cultists was a saintly creature floating above them in worship. The humanoid creature was knitted piece by piece until what accumulated was a cold corpse with a canine mouth oddly placed in the confines of a mutated skull. Sunny from before was a telekinetic dog that was associated with Day-Man was now a being that was so disconnected from this world and it's universal laws that he was naturally upside down. They sang to the cosmic beast in a skewed language. Words and patterns that connected their beings to the motherly warp, The Pit.
The human cultists blessed with the purity of black mold grounded their beliefs. It’s contagious faith savagely mounted their minds. Dimensional spores clambered their souls and appeased the flesh into godly forms. Breathing the airborne blackness in ritual as Sunny connected their chanting with The Pit's desires.
The great canine revenant sealed and persuaded their fleshed hulls to initialize The Pit’s envisioned programming. Perverse varnish installed over their human forms in the shape of chitin shells. Mimicking the landfall kaiju in mass production. Mouths and tongues influenced by The Pit’s transmissions chanted out in praise, a name.
Half complete, the blessed soldiers of The Pit serenaded an altar that Sunny bestowed upon them. Chanting for days or even weeks. They sought the equation for their transformation and the perfect soldier was the conclusion. Many times this world has witnessed and The Pit was convinced. Persistent and steadfast was the one that they called for relentlessly.
Sunny and the Chitin cultists reality warped the forced prophecy. Tirelessly forcing the universe, convincing the scenario to bring the perfect soldier to them.
In one way or another The Pit called for Septimus. Eventually something would obey.
OOC:
-more pit worldbuilding
-expect a wheatley rp