Your Eternal Soul
You pay us to take that pesky eternal soul of yours off your hands. What that actually means idk…
Maybe I’ll just send you some random piece of art, or like some nifty lil certificate of having sold your soul.
Maybe I go deep into the woods, far enough away from human civilization that one can still hear the writhing cries of long forgotten old gods, itching at the back of the minds of those keen enough to hear. There I slit the throat of a poor goat, and use its gushing blood to draw a pentagram of blood on the forest floor, while chanting in a language older that the first Homo Erectus to discover fire. As I chant I begin to levitate off the floor, and a black swirling portal to the abyss begins to form. I peer through to witness the unimaginable vision of a faceless deity that spawned in the primordial sludge alongside the first carnivorous amoebas who formed life as we know it. Its gaping maw utters an archaic roar in hunger, and in its ancient tongue I speak to it your own unique spirit name; a name which you don’t even fully know yourself. Then a monolithic stone tablet rises from the bloody soil beneath my feet, at which point I cut my palm and sign your soul away in blood. The ancient beast lets out a bellowing moan in acknowledgment as the tablet descends back into the bedrock, and the pact is made. The beast of the abyss promises to bless your carnal life with great luck and earthly desires, and in exchange he may devour your eternal soul, to become one with this primeval amalgamation of shadows and desire.
Or maybe I do absolutely fucking nothing because this is all complete bullshit and you basically just gave me a fat donation for a goofy ass joke. lmaooo thanks g
You pay us to take that pesky eternal soul of yours off your hands. What that actually means idk…
Maybe I’ll just send you some random piece of art, or like some nifty lil certificate of having sold your soul.
Maybe I go deep into the woods, far enough away from human civilization that one can still hear the writhing cries of long forgotten old gods, itching at the back of the minds of those keen enough to hear. There I slit the throat of a poor goat, and use its gushing blood to draw a pentagram of blood on the forest floor, while chanting in a language older that the first Homo Erectus to discover fire. As I chant I begin to levitate off the floor, and a black swirling portal to the abyss begins to form. I peer through to witness the unimaginable vision of a faceless deity that spawned in the primordial sludge alongside the first carnivorous amoebas who formed life as we know it. Its gaping maw utters an archaic roar in hunger, and in its ancient tongue I speak to it your own unique spirit name; a name which you don’t even fully know yourself. Then a monolithic stone tablet rises from the bloody soil beneath my feet, at which point I cut my palm and sign your soul away in blood. The ancient beast lets out a bellowing moan in acknowledgment as the tablet descends back into the bedrock, and the pact is made. The beast of the abyss promises to bless your carnal life with great luck and earthly desires, and in exchange he may devour your eternal soul, to become one with this primeval amalgamation of shadows and desire.
Or maybe I do absolutely fucking nothing because this is all complete bullshit and you basically just gave me a fat donation for a goofy ass joke. lmaooo thanks g
You pay us to take that pesky eternal soul of yours off your hands. What that actually means idk…
Maybe I’ll just send you some random piece of art, or like some nifty lil certificate of having sold your soul.
Maybe I go deep into the woods, far enough away from human civilization that one can still hear the writhing cries of long forgotten old gods, itching at the back of the minds of those keen enough to hear. There I slit the throat of a poor goat, and use its gushing blood to draw a pentagram of blood on the forest floor, while chanting in a language older that the first Homo Erectus to discover fire. As I chant I begin to levitate off the floor, and a black swirling portal to the abyss begins to form. I peer through to witness the unimaginable vision of a faceless deity that spawned in the primordial sludge alongside the first carnivorous amoebas who formed life as we know it. Its gaping maw utters an archaic roar in hunger, and in its ancient tongue I speak to it your own unique spirit name; a name which you don’t even fully know yourself. Then a monolithic stone tablet rises from the bloody soil beneath my feet, at which point I cut my palm and sign your soul away in blood. The ancient beast lets out a bellowing moan in acknowledgment as the tablet descends back into the bedrock, and the pact is made. The beast of the abyss promises to bless your carnal life with great luck and earthly desires, and in exchange he may devour your eternal soul, to become one with this primeval amalgamation of shadows and desire.
Or maybe I do absolutely fucking nothing because this is all complete bullshit and you basically just gave me a fat donation for a goofy ass joke. lmaooo thanks g
