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There is a movement, an undercurrent, within the natural order of our world. It rolls and seethes beneath the surface, rearing its head to catch a glimpse of that sparkling life that sways and dances like moonlight upon water. It reaches out with shadow-webbed fingers, its sharp talons caressing the light, before shying away. Always curious, always wondering. It twirls and it flows with rich abundance, from one host to another. Crawling in that undulating darkness that shifts between the stars.
The vast unknown.
It thrives and grows like an infestation. A devastating disease that slowly poisons the mind. It spreads through action and consequence. It cleaves souls and bleeds anguish until a gaping hole has formed where it can nestle itself comfortably and begin its work.
What goes against the natural order? The act of causing such irreparable damage that the one it’s inflicted upon carries those scars throughout the course of their lives. Those scars are bred with, and spread. The mind forms around it, a network of possibilities. Through this network, many are connected. They find solace in the darkness, they cultivate it.
They invite chaos.
They raise their hands to the horned god.
They exult in the bloodshed.
They grin with sharp teeth and throw their heads back in pleasure amidst the screams of torment.
This is their design.