I saw the onyx thrones of thirty-one dystopias, crawling with supplicants as their shadows obscured throngs of scarred and emaciated subjects; who were preyed upon by eighteen skeletal beings, each bearing corporate logos as they tore and faux-consumed strips of thin flesh. I saw a procession of thirteen faceless mages, each wielding five-pronged spears as they recited their own, unholy names: Logomancy, walking the Way of Wisdom; Telegnosis, walking the Way of Observation; Mesmerism, walking the Way of Illusion; Correspondence, walking the Way of Direction; Kinetomancy, walking the Way of Movement; Aspidomancy, walking the Way of Shielding; Pyromancy, walking the Way of Flame; Psychomancy, walking the Way of the Ruler; Xenogenesis, walking the Way of the Womb; Gastromancy, walking the Way of the Maw; Hematomancy, walking the Way of Blood; Necromancy, walking the Way of Undeath; and Abacomancy, walking the Way of the Forge. They casted ominous spells by distilling the subjects’ suffering into a vile elixir called Orgone, imbibing it, and converting it into the ephemeral energies of Mana, praying to Supernal beings as they channeled raw power into their senses and succumbed to bizarre synesthesia.
The Onyx Thrones of Thirty-One Dystopias (Credits: Kenomitian)
A procession of thirteen faceless mages (Credits: Kenomitian)
I saw the Supernal respond to their prayers, opening vacuous eyes as manifested avatars in the form of dragons, angels and demons; far above the thrones. I listened in as a gurgling voice uttered their linages and offices: the primal Titans of Power, Madness, Desire, Hunger, Despair, Hoarding, Sensation, Violence, Mortality and the Wilderness; the sophisticated Deities of Government, Scholarship, Love, Domesticity, Asceticism, Trade, Life, War, Death and Nature; and the abhorrent Devils of Self-Destruction, Paucity, Conflict, Predation, Disease, Frostbite, Meteors, Pollution, Floods and Conflagrations; and I heard them as they honored their ancestors: the Archons of Destiny, Chaos, Order and Fate; the Pleromata of Time, Space, Gravity, Energy, Matter, Light, Darkness, Suns and Entropy; and Abraxas, the ineffable creator of all thinking beings. I saw them pour their essence, the Prosopon, into some of the subjects’ get, marking them as nephilim and separating them from the rest; before proceeding to bask in their devotion, as thirty fully-fledged cults birthed themselves out of feverishly muttered invocations.
The Supernal opening vacuous eyes as manifested Avatars (Credits: Kenomitian)
The Prosopon flows into the Nephilim (Credits: Kenomitian)
I saw them bleeding from the heavens, languishing as each droplet separated the earth from the waters; opened portals between realities; shaped fairies, psychopomps and giants; and spawned all soulless lifeforms, which quickly grew and multiplied. I gazed in awe at a colossal oak tree, wreathed in a halo of fire, from which emerged twenty-three sapient races and their one hundred thirty-eight subspecies: the Elohim, the Memunim, the Galgalim, the Malakhim, the Degalim, the Ishim, the Shinanim, the Sarim, the Erelim, the Tarshishim, the Gibborim, the Mesharethim, the Elim, the Gedudim, the Salabim, the Hashmallim, the Tseba’im, the Shalishim, the Maelim, the Parashim, the Cherubim, the Chayalim and the Tagashim. Each wielded the secrets of Magic to realize impossible phenomena through supernatural power, whilst possessing crystalline and eightfold souls that lingered as ghostly apparitions. I saw them march under yellow, black, pink, purple, white, red, green, orange, cyan and blue banners; as they built a wondrous kingdom of gold, silver, bronze, copper, cobalt, tin, quicksilver, iron, lead, zinc, sapphires, emeralds, garnets, bloodstones, onyxes, topazes, amethysts, opals, lapis lazuli and rubies; and my heart sunk as they set it ablaze once they reached the silence at the end of all things, creating the last smoke pillar of their universe
The Supernal opening vacuous eyes as manifested Avatars (Credits: Kenomitian)
The Supernal bleed onto the World (Credits: Kenomitian)
A Wondrous Kingdom of Metals and Gems under Colorful Banners (Credits: Kenomitian)
I saw, amidst the flames and protected by wispy limbs of fireproof ephemera, a glorious Compendium: a Great Book collect-ing the wisdom of the Time Before. As if animated by a heavenly force, it thrashed around in an attempt to escape the End Times by entering my mind. In the meantime, incorporeal voices in the smoke whispered to me, recounting the tales of:
The Kenomitian Compendium (Credits: Kenomitian)
1. Eddy & Jas, Love & Undeath: the tragic love story of a Necromancer and his fox-eared wife; in a dark world of heinous criminality, corporate dealings, brutal oppression, courtly intrigue, callous efficiency, casual sadism and blazing vengeance.
2. The Great Blue Huntress: an action-horror tale about a monster hunter and her descent into an underworld fraught with dangerous beasts, bizarre vistas, hazardous environments, blood-thirsty predators, mutated terrors, magical enslavement, everlasting darkness, ruthless life-lessons and extradimensional influence.
3. The Song of Longing: a collection of seven horror-adventure tales regarding what lies beyond the borders of reality; its alluring and melodious call; and the petulant curiosity, mind-melting obsession, unsurmountable shame, sadistic revelations, painful commands, bursts of genius and religious madness that it plants in the feeble minds of mortals.
4. The King’s Descent: A “story within a story” of metaphysical horror and dark fantasy, chronicling the journey of a deceased tribal chief through the Afterlife, the trials and tribulations of a posthumous existence, the judgement of souls, the topography of the realms of the Dead, the dulling weight of entropy and the cycle of reincarnation.
