Behalah Will Come!

The Beast will come for us, and we will receive it. We will open up our throats and give our life blood for it to drink. The infant God shall reward us. The Chaos and destruction will come, and the Whisperer will know who I am. I wish to be embraced by it’s terrible darkness. I can hear it. The voice calls to me from the dark abyss, the chasm. I stare into it, and see myself. My name is written in the book that came to me, through paths winding. The bridge has been built, and shall never be torn, between this sphere and it’s own realm.

It will come.

It will come.

It will come.

It will come.