THE W.E.I.R.D Waking Evil Invoking Realistic Dreams

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Chapter 4: The Waking Evil

Evil.....

It is as we readily accept it to be understood as characteristic of a person's actions that taint their being.....

Sentience.....

That which indicates that we as living creatures- as intelligent animals; we are living by continual nurturing of our lives- of our existences.....

Lorne of requiem, the evocation of dark designs raises an unholy aberration..... something unnatural.....

The dead, they stir in concert with its voice. The low unheard hymn of raising conceived by dark priests of ancient times long passed.....

The freshly buried rise from their places. Grounds proving unhallowed as the gnashing teeth forged of several tiny mouths breaches through what is left of their rotting maggoty flesh.

Maggots, when present chewed by tiny razor serrated rows of teeth, in fulfillment of the natural nourishment for their being. The dead walk blithe in despair of low moaning as they pull themselves from their boxes beneath graves of eternal resting.

The dead, they shift in and out of existence as illusions or as phantoms.

Their manifest animated visages drawing natural elements of earth from the soil that lies beneath their feet.

Crawling eaters of carrion, beetles in the hundreds fester slowly up upon the invocated elemental dead, their meat and insect carapaces assimilating into the rotting of the raised flesh.

Missing flesh is replaced by swarming bugs. The beetles crawling in and out through the gapes of missing skin and around bone continuously feasting on what little is left of the inside rot. Wings stuck motionless as the tiny gibbering and biting mouths hold them in place.

The dead they make noises of mournful moans and of groans as their being has been unnaturally disturbed from rest.

The sounds of chattering teeth overpowering their cries of unrest.

The nourishment of the beetles guides them onward to the extent of the soils that too nurture them.

They are strong in death, and even stronger as one.....

They are greater than walking undead, they are waking death, and their festering will plague all that cross their path.....


The lone sentinel of the dead.....

One old and tall gnarled tree, its roots and branches blackened by rites of unholy practices.....

Sentience within awakens..... For within this one tree is a dreadful secret that has remained for hundreds of years.....

This one tree, this cemetery sentinel that was looked upon as a guardian of sorts watching over the graves; it is also a place of unholy ritual.....

The tree's roots fouled by the blood spilled of innocence and by the evil deeds of those that claim to be human.....

Children.....

Infants, unwanted.....

Sacrificed by horrifying methods to appease some dark and twisted passage.....

Of blood from demons for the evil represented of blackening sacrifice, and from the elements of the soil of the cemetery and of the worms that live within; The W.E.I.R.D awakens.....

The dead rising of its summons. Their numbers unleashed from their places of anchoring. The elemental monstrosity raising itself from the old rotted roots of its own.....

The tree undergoes a bizarre metamorphosis.....

The trunk splits as it raises from the soil of the lot. The roots breaking free from their deep extensions.....

Wood alters in a strange manifestation of bark work flesh.....

The W.E.I.R.D draws multiple branches low and together in a semblance of horrifying thorn spine appendages.....

Stumps risen from three branches that had been stunted from past day's trimmings morph to an expanding of the bark as it too takes on facial skin of thorn wood.....

Its mouth opens yearning for meat. Its teeth more at being fangs grown by the minerals from the soil.

The W.E.I.R.D flinches. The sun rising to the east. Its existence nocturnal. The cemetery sentinel returns to its still form of one tree with many secrets.....

The animated elemental dead, they return to the protection of the lot. Their numbers burrowing deep within the soil.....

The earth granting them passage away from the sun's light.



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