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ellipsanet2025-07-29 04:43 pm
worshipmytruename) wrote in ellipsanet2025-07-29 04:43 pm
{video| un: GIVETHANKSTOTHEWORM; shared post (accidentally) with The One Who Waits | CW: Violence}
[The feed starts out shaky as if the user is unfamiliar with the device, mostly just blurry green until the feed finally settles on the back of what looks like a talking horned bush.]
Bear witness to my image, so you can memorize it when you make idols in cowering adoration.
[There’s another adjustment to the feed as it shifts to a more unflattering worm’s eye view of Leshy, standing in bloodied and torn robes.]
You see before you the last of the gods of the Old Faith. All other gods lie conquered, helpless before He of Havoc.
[His foot bumps the feed by accident.]
Spare yourselves the same fate and fall to your knees, give praise and sacrifice to the Worm!
Me.
[The camera shifting after that bump of the foot reveals Leshy is not alone. Three sharp points of red appear in the darkness. They stare intently at Leshy and vanish into the dark again, circling the green worm from behind. Slowly the creature appears in the frame as it grows closer, the light shining on sharp teeth in a Cheshire grin, black ichor oozing between the gaps and down the black furred chin.
Leshy feels around for his camera, giving a proper view of his toothy face--only for it to go above his head. Whatever's happening behind him, it hasn't reached his attention yet.]
I await my temple raised in awe of my savagery! I smelled what you putrid cretins did for Narinder's temple...I want double the candles. Lit through skulls.
[He's too high off his victory, mentally running laps to consider his surroundings at the moment.
The creature in the back is easier to see now. It moves out of the shadows and toward the bush. That is infact Narinder. Though his eyes are black, save his glowing red pupils. Ichor runs down from all three of his eyes like black tears. His approach is slow and careful. Like a cat on the hunt. It isn't until he's right being Leshy that he makes a sound. A deep gutteral version of the cat's voice speaks.]
L̴͆̔̈́͝e̴̒͌̍̎s̵͗̈́̓̅ḣ̴̉̌̇y̴̾̂̔̎
[The feed blurs by, showing Leshy and the form of his brother right behind him. The worm's neck jerks, his body language visibly rattled by the voice. He stands motionless.]
It's-it's not fair...you're supposed to be dead....
[A wet dark laugh escapes the sharp drooling maw. His head tilts ever so slightly as his grin widens. His brother cannot see it but his glowing red aren't looking at him. He's looking at the camera now.]
I̶̊̓̽̊ ̷͋̐͆̿a̴͛̇̏͘m̵̒̀͗̕ ̶͂̓́̒D̸̃̔̍͝EA͜T̸̓̃͛͑H̸͂͌͘̕
[Narinder lunges at Leshy, knocking the phone to the floor once more, the shadow silhouettes of their wrestling forms can be seen only before the video cuts out completely]
Bear witness to my image, so you can memorize it when you make idols in cowering adoration.
[There’s another adjustment to the feed as it shifts to a more unflattering worm’s eye view of Leshy, standing in bloodied and torn robes.]
You see before you the last of the gods of the Old Faith. All other gods lie conquered, helpless before He of Havoc.
[His foot bumps the feed by accident.]
Spare yourselves the same fate and fall to your knees, give praise and sacrifice to the Worm!
Me.
[The camera shifting after that bump of the foot reveals Leshy is not alone. Three sharp points of red appear in the darkness. They stare intently at Leshy and vanish into the dark again, circling the green worm from behind. Slowly the creature appears in the frame as it grows closer, the light shining on sharp teeth in a Cheshire grin, black ichor oozing between the gaps and down the black furred chin.
Leshy feels around for his camera, giving a proper view of his toothy face--only for it to go above his head. Whatever's happening behind him, it hasn't reached his attention yet.]
I await my temple raised in awe of my savagery! I smelled what you putrid cretins did for Narinder's temple...I want double the candles. Lit through skulls.
[He's too high off his victory, mentally running laps to consider his surroundings at the moment.
The creature in the back is easier to see now. It moves out of the shadows and toward the bush. That is infact Narinder. Though his eyes are black, save his glowing red pupils. Ichor runs down from all three of his eyes like black tears. His approach is slow and careful. Like a cat on the hunt. It isn't until he's right being Leshy that he makes a sound. A deep gutteral version of the cat's voice speaks.]
L̴͆̔̈́͝e̴̒͌̍̎s̵͗̈́̓̅ḣ̴̉̌̇y̴̾̂̔̎
[The feed blurs by, showing Leshy and the form of his brother right behind him. The worm's neck jerks, his body language visibly rattled by the voice. He stands motionless.]
It's-it's not fair...you're supposed to be dead....
[A wet dark laugh escapes the sharp drooling maw. His head tilts ever so slightly as his grin widens. His brother cannot see it but his glowing red aren't looking at him. He's looking at the camera now.]
I̶̊̓̽̊ ̷͋̐͆̿a̴͛̇̏͘m̵̒̀͗̕ ̶͂̓́̒D̸̃̔̍͝EA͜T̸̓̃͛͑H̸͂͌͘̕
[Narinder lunges at Leshy, knocking the phone to the floor once more, the shadow silhouettes of their wrestling forms can be seen only before the video cuts out completely]
the scruffening;
In public.
Embarrassing.
Wherever Narinder and Leshy are, they suddenly have company. That company is an irritated-looking, seven feet tall Greek god who wastes absolutely no time in scruffing both of the offending individuals and lifting them off the ground, separating them from one another.]
... Enough.
Re: the scruffening;
R̴̡͕͓͍͂̆͒́̆E̸̜̬͓̘̫͊̅̓̌L̴͚̩̼̩̭͕̪̩̰̦̹͈͕̟͑Ẹ̶͖͖͈̝̖̼̹͙̥͋̒́̈́ͅẠ̷̡̧̠̗͈̮̟͖̜̥̜͛̽̔̋̊́̄̽S̸̝̖̹̃͋E̵͉̣̩̺͔͔̦̠̋́̀̊͋̓̐͆̅̊͋̒̕͜͠͝ ̸͇͕̲̤̘̪͚̪̩͖̣͚̗̿̉̿̍M̴̛̰͎̖̣̱͙̦̖͐̽̍̾͛Ę̵̠̖̣̮͇͌̈́̃̃͐̾͂͑̈́͋͆̕͝͝!̸̡̧͕̪͇̥̤̻͚̦̦͗̍̎̏͒́͜ ̶̢̰̻͍͎̩̈́͆̄́̀͆͒̐̆̑͊͝
̶̧̛͎͕̫̦̿͗̓̽͛͋̈̈́̈́́͐ͅ
̷͉̦̝̲̿ͅ
̸̧̛̮̘̤̺̣̠͈̻̅̓͑́̊̓̑̆̊͠ͅ
̴̡̗̽͋̿̀̃͆͗̕D̴̡̛̫͓̯̣͚̙͖̦͉̯̲͋͋̈́̀͌͆̈́̂͠I̸̠̾̌̾̾̕͠É̷̠̳͍͔̩̰̜̰̠̙͖̲̣̺͚̔̍̓̎͂͆̄͒́̉̆͘̕͠!̵̨̢̛͇̗̜̈́̎͋̅͌̑͊͠
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He gives Narinder a shake.
Don't drink that, it's poisonous.]
You would invoke Death and then complain when it comes?
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[All three of those black and red eyes focus on the dripping ichor. At least until he's is shaken and goes a little limp. RUDE!]
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[Oh, the shaking works. Good to know.]
A god of Death, with my attention drawn by this embarrassing display.
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This posturing is pointless. You are clearly not of your right mind.
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[He says as if that explains everything.]
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For what, exactly?
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The powers that bring us here are becoming less and less discerning about their targets, I see.
Re: the scruffening;
You meddle in things beyond your puny mind! Handling me is the gateway to your agony.
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I anticipate no respect for a god in this ridiculous place, but do not think for one moment that you have any capacity to threaten me.
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What makes you different?
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I am not one of your so-called 'gods'.
[Don't test him, small fry.]
I invite you to attempt anything. We will see how far you get.
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The worm knows he has no plants by his side to aid him so he does what he always defaults to--attempted biting.]
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Leshy will get the same treatment as the other idiot - Thanatos gives him a firm shake.
The biting doesn't seem to faze him at all.]
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Are you finished?
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I concede this draw, tall god. You can take the time to marshall your forces.
Consider this my generosity.