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Here amidst the nine sides of the ruined ziggurat

Encircled by devilry, keenly aware of mortality

Rooted in fear I wait for a certain and sudden unmaking

I can barely breathe, my pulse is pounding in my ears



I can sense their abyssal eyes upon me, gazing through my very being

An affinity is identified; expectantly, the shadow waits



A surge of static floods my head and fully formed words appear in my mind

Finally, you have arrived! Eternally, we have waited here for you…

It is time - assume your mantle and lead us to conquest!

My mind reels but my heart accepts, and I raise my arms in supplication



I feel their presence in my mind, showing me their intentions

Strobing imagery of Finality, enmeshed in a compelling state of calm



I shed my mortality in ritualistic execrations

Excise the heart that bleeds for humanity

Conflagrate my soul and achieve rapture

In apocalyptic exultations



My metamorphosis is catalysed, totality of being inverted

Limbs bifurcating, mortal senses replaced

Cellular structure destabilised, sense of self disestablished

Witness my transformation into the embodiment of annihilation



I will be become what I will be become

I am Interitus, the Herald Of Ruin