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Welcome to the Hall of Sacrifice.
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Lay thyself upon the altar. Let us accept this offering.
Not of this world
as it could no longer constrict thee
Thine art is murder
scrawled across this cursed page
Hatred and deceit
had their hold on thine precious
diamond eyes
While thy body swings oft
above the lush green seas of time
Thou shalt not tarry on this place of great sorrow
For mine eyes know naught of your great battle,
As I bequeath to ye
the visions of thy moon’s waxing and waning
that thou canst nary see evermore
Sacrificial
Sacrificial™ Est. 2018
Sacrificing cadavers since 2018
The looming and intricately carved oaken doors of a grand hall creek open without a touch, sweeping forth the petals of rotting roses in their wake.
A scent of ground spices and freshly butchered flesh swirls within the cavernous hall, grand architecture lifetimes old towers above, casting long shadows over the polished and cracking obsidian floors. Echoing each step taken forth into this domain of death and blasphemy.
Scattered amongst the daunting shadows are hooded figures, only their bloodied and cracked smiles visible beneath their disguised forms. Shells of the mortals they once were, now corpses in this house of disfigurement.
Lounged atop a grand tenebrous throne is a thin and bone riddled figure. Locks of inky black hair falling over it’s shoulders in brooding waves. A faint rapping echoes through the buildings architecture as the figure taps porcelain black tipped fingers against it’s throne. At the feet of the looming form is a gathering pile of cadavers, each with a gaping void where the heart once would have beat precious gore through their veins; now merely sacks of flesh for feasting.
A glinting metallic scalpel hangs loosely at the throned figures fingers, the tool of his macabre artform, the tool of his grizzly trade. Raising an opposite hand he smears fresh blood across his raven black lips and salient incisors, smearing it across his laxed brow as a fresh cadaver drops to his feet.
In fluid movement he straightens his form, a maniacal grin spreading across his lips as they part. A shattered God.
“Hello creature, welcome to my Hall of Sacrifice. Bow down before your God and sacrifice yourself to me. I have a, shall we say, morbid personality.”
About
Hello I am Sacrificer. One of the two founding members of Sacrificial. See Willowdale, my partner in crime in the creation of our group.
You will often find me in the official Sacrificial room.
Oh, and I also repost the bad poetry I wrote in 9th grade. Fight me.
