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THE HORROR AFTER THE PRAYER IN BOSTON
(TO @MIKGUNN )
The horror after that perilous prayer of Boston had occurred many years ago; yet still is it spoken of today. Its abhorrent speaking is still used as accusations of satan-worship, with the demoniac Lath seraphim, Öbid creatures, and Elalihim imps of the eighth Hell as its undivine mythology—with the gods beyond the ordered and unordered cosmos; the Infinite Horrible, the Ravenous Terrible, and Magğoth.
As evil these creatures were, it is rumored that Zakegth the Wise had prayed earnestly to them in both dream and waking sense, as to summon the impious race of Zhgagt, and begin a massacre upon most of the men of Boston. Thereon, a more stygian narrative was written, of the terrible prayer, and the horror thereafter.
It had been in July, and abhorrent a demoniacal plague had come upon Boston, which had killed most of the men over thither—at this moment, a queer traveller had met the bostonians, and befriended them accordingly. Yet the mayor had not particularly liked this traveller, and had banned him from most locations of the city—the churches, the stores, and the yards, in hopes that he'd leave the town quickly. Yet never did he leave, and one night he revealed to the city his name—Zakegh the Wise; prophet of the stars; sleeper of Lenore; daemon of quasi-human form!
This unholy name had merely made most of the bostonians chuckle and laugh at the traveller, and decided that they would shun him thereon, hoping—still—that he would leave. And at that moment, he screeched: "You all have made thyselves fools! Soon I shall shew thee the horror of the Gods beyond the ordered and unordered cosmos! Thou allst will see the wrath of Maggoth, the deity of Death and Maggots!"
All the men and women still was not horrified by him, and instead left him and bade him to leave and find a new town to bother. That night, the abhorrent traveller had screamed and prayed in a tongue never heard by man, as thunder struck and aberrant rain patterned dismally upon the glass panes of windows. Onto the very next day, no one had seen the neighbour, and a search party had soon come to order.
It was declared on November 4th, that the mayor was dead. A funeral was held at the Eden church, and mostly every bostonian had come to morn the loss of he who was the mayor; until the evil traveller had bust open the door, laughing just as every other townsfolk had done to him. Then he walked passed the whole crowd, and touched the forehead of the priest, before maggots began to appear from Zakegh's hand.
With a screech, the other priests pulled him down, and took of the cloak momentarily, before finally seeing the abhorrent body of the man.—the strange shape that took the form of man, which had shewn finally that Zakegh the Wise was not truly a man; but instead some abhorrent daemon that took shape; a mass of maggots clumping together to form the body of a man; the creature, MAGGOTH!
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The horror after that perilous prayer of Boston had occurred many years ago; yet still is it spoken of today. Its abhorrent speaking is still used as accusations of satan-worship, with the demoniac Lath seraphim, Öbid creatures, and Elalihim imps of the eighth Hell as its undivine mythology—with the gods beyond the ordered and unordered cosmos; the Infinite Horrible, the Ravenous Terrible, and Magğoth.
As evil these creatures were, it is rumored that Zakegth the Wise had prayed earnestly to them in both dream and waking sense, as to summon the impious race of Zhgagt, and begin a massacre upon most of the men of Boston. Thereon, a more stygian narrative was written, of the terrible prayer, and the horror thereafter.
It had been in July, and abhorrent a demoniacal plague had come upon Boston, which had killed most of the men over thither—at this moment, a queer traveller had met the bostonians, and befriended them accordingly. Yet the mayor had not particularly liked this traveller, and had banned him from most locations of the city—the churches, the stores, and the yards, in hopes that he'd leave the town quickly. Yet never did he leave, and one night he revealed to the city his name—Zakegh the Wise; prophet of the stars; sleeper of Lenore; daemon of quasi-human form!
This unholy name had merely made most of the bostonians chuckle and laugh at the traveller, and decided that they would shun him thereon, hoping—still—that he would leave. And at that moment, he screeched: "You all have made thyselves fools! Soon I shall shew thee the horror of the Gods beyond the ordered and unordered cosmos! Thou allst will see the wrath of Maggoth, the deity of Death and Maggots!"
All the men and women still was not horrified by him, and instead left him and bade him to leave and find a new town to bother. That night, the abhorrent traveller had screamed and prayed in a tongue never heard by man, as thunder struck and aberrant rain patterned dismally upon the glass panes of windows. Onto the very next day, no one had seen the neighbour, and a search party had soon come to order.
It was declared on November 4th, that the mayor was dead. A funeral was held at the Eden church, and mostly every bostonian had come to morn the loss of he who was the mayor; until the evil traveller had bust open the door, laughing just as every other townsfolk had done to him. Then he walked passed the whole crowd, and touched the forehead of the priest, before maggots began to appear from Zakegh's hand.
With a screech, the other priests pulled him down, and took of the cloak momentarily, before finally seeing the abhorrent body of the man.—the strange shape that took the form of man, which had shewn finally that Zakegh the Wise was not truly a man; but instead some abhorrent daemon that took shape; a mass of maggots clumping together to form the body of a man; the creature, MAGGOTH!
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