Kixkti Xri's Journal

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Translator: Aun Laokhe

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Translated Name: Kixkti Xri's Journal

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Pages: 21

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"Behold! Gates long closed, opened by blood. Behold! I have brought you to sanctity. In your new freedom you shall see beyond the coil that is one world. Yea, you shall see the spinning world for its infirmity and touch the fruit of other worlds, where the Masters have yet to fall into war. Behold! I bring salvation through our blood, and of our blood I shall bring the cleansing to the worlds where -we- are Gods. Sisters, behold!"

With this she opens wide her arms and carves the symbol of ether into her left forearm the symbol of life etched into the upper half, then with swift and gentle motions the blade spins to her left hand and she carves, the softest flesh from her body and feeds a consort, bound upon the offering place. His lips go crimson as life flows into his throat to slake a thirst, not his own desire but hers, growing within

his stomach; the blade traces the mark of foretelling across the flesh of her right forearm, and then the mark of distance upon the upper arm. Blood flows and fills the cups, the twelve close and take their place as she hoists the blade of Writhing Fury. The blade is then drawn to his midsection, once there a tremor causes his lips to quiver and his voice to tremble, she sings the perfect note and the Eyes open.

The blade slips cleanly into his middle, severs the organ that lets all scream and breathe, draws sinew and bone apart exposing a heart still beating. His eyes shudder and he speaks, but his voice is drowned by the chorale of the twelve singers. The Eyes draw near and sup on his flesh, his blood, all that he was until nothing of what was him remains.

Then the way is opened and twelve sisters, lead by she who is highest amongst them, walk to new worlds to bring the love of the Eyes. To bring back sustenance in this time of wicked cold and chase ignorance from their surfaces. So has this been. So shall I one day walk to worlds aside from this. Dark haze spun for three days, spilling no sign