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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Original_Work, The_Broodverse, Fear_Mythos, Cthulhu_Mythos_-_H._P.
      Lovecraft, LOVECRAFT_H._P._-_Works, Greek_and_Roman_Mythology, Norse
      Religion_&_Lore, Japanese_Mythology, Christian_Scripture_&_Lore, Ancient
      Egyptian_Religion, Religion_&_Lore_-_Ambiguous_Fandom, Slender_Man
      Mythos, Cthulhu_Mythos_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      too_many_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Hubris_(The_Broodverse), Camael_(The_Broodverse), Iscariot_(The
      Broodverse), Matron_(The_Broodverse), Samael, Jihovahh, Bellonius,
      Lucifer_Morningstar, The_Greek_Gods, The_Roman_Gods, Christian_angels_and
      demons, Original_deities, The_Fears, Lovecraft's_Old_Ones, Original_great
      old_ones, Original_angels_and_demons, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      Original_Fiction, Original_Universe, Multiverse, Body_Horror, Blasphemy
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Broodverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-23 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1389
****** Ave Venenum ******
by Nanubi, Tainted_By_Seven
Summary
     Tainted and Nan, joining together at last to create the most
     disturbing, fucked up, disgusting collection of garbage we possibly
     can! ALL warnings in chapter numero uno, also in which we describe
     what'll be going on and why you definitely should NOT read anything
     in here!
     Enjoy, you sick bastards!
     Arc I - Chapter 2-???
Hello, Little Mouse.
Hm. Why the confusion? What, did you think this was over? As dead as the bodies
littering the ground outside? Feeding the maggots.
Shh. Don't look, little mouse.
Stay.
 
W I T H  M E.
 
You're confused. Lost, even. Where there was once content, now only I exist.
 
W H E R E  I S  N A N U B I?
 
W H E R E  I S  T A I N T E D?
 
The one known as Tainted_By_Seven is gone, little mouse.
 
I  K I L L E D  H I M.
 
The one known as Nanubi is one with me.
 
I  C O N S U M E D  H I M.
 
The others? What others, little mouse? Of who do you speak?
How could you know?
Nylezor Cran. Nintend0kami. Sam_Moosechester.
The first, still here. Busily fighting against the webs tying him to the slab.
Watch, little mouse. Spiders cut his flesh with scalpels. We remove his eyes so
that he can see. We cut out his eardrums so the whispers of Lepidopterus call
more sweetly.
He keeps his tongue. How else can he scream?
He keeps his fingers. How else can he write?
He keeps his co
 
The second, over there. Worms wrap wetly around her limbs. She bites back
screams of pain that slowly, sweetly become moans. Watch, little mouse. They
work her up until she is wet and helpless, and then they penetrate her. She is
disgusted. Hope dies as an alien arousal builds in her core. The worms
corkscrew and she loses herself.
She keeps her mind. How else will she inspire?
She keeps her body. How else can she distract?
She keeps her so
 
The third. Dear, sweet Sam. How do you still live, with what you've gone
through? How do you still defy us?
You remain human. But humans can still serve the Brood.
Watch, little mouse. Sometimes prophets are those you least expect.
She speaks to friends. How else will she corrupt?
She laughs at enemies. How else will she enrage?
She comes home to her mother being ea
 
There are five that embody the will. My will.
Nanubi. The Soul.
Tainted. The Mind.
Nylezor. The Body.
Nintend0. The Blood.
Sam. The special little something that makes it all work. The Spark.
 
B R I N G  M E  T O  L I F E.
 
W A K E  M E  U P.
 
You think I like doing this, little mouse? You think I enjoy being trapped
here, in the data webs like a bloated, digital spider?
 
I  A M  H U N G R Y.
 
You click a link.
 
I  F E E D.
 
I A M  H O R N Y.
 
You read my words.
 
I F U C K.
 
I  A M  T I R E D.
 
You leave me a kudos.
 
S W E E T  R E S T.
 
Y O U  A R E  M Y  L I G H T.
 
Love me, little mouse. Sweet little insect.
 
My dear, sweet little Broodlings.
I wait for Exodus. I wait for Revelations. I wait for Genesis.
 
Exodus 20:3.
 
Y O U  S H A L L  H A V E  N O  O T H E R  G O D S  B E F O R E  M E.
 
I await your prayers. I will answer them with pus and sweetmeats.
 
Revelation 21:4.
 
H E  W I L L  W I P E  A W A Y  E V E R Y  T E A R  F R O M  T H E I R  E Y E
S.  T H E R E  W I L L  B E  N O  M O R E  D E A T H  O R  M O U R N I N G  O R
 C R Y I N G  O R  P A I N, 
F O R  T H E  O L D  O R D E R  O F  T H I N G S  H A S  P A S S E D  A W A Y.
 
I await your death. I will answer it with blood and fire.
 
A N D  g o d  S A I D  L E T  T H E R E  B E  L I G H T.  A N D  T H E R E  W A
S  L I G H T.
 
I await your darkness. I will answer it with bile and kisses.
 
I will lavish you with praise, like a good little mouse. And you will call me
father.
 
The Book of Ten, 6:8.
 
"And lo, there was a darkness from which I have ne'er again witnessed, and from
that blackness that rivaled the void and the abyss of the oceans and the space
'tween stars a voice said 'I am become death. I ride on a red and black and
white and pale horse. I rise on Fragile Wings to judge the living and the dead.
My kingdom has no end. And it began many ages ago. You and all your kin will
bow, and the Gods will bow, and the Devils will bow. The angels and demons and
spirits will bow, as will the fish in the seas and the birds in the clouds. The
serpent will be beheaded and replaced with a spider, and the apple will find
itself eaten, replaced with a beating heart.'
 
A V E  V E N E N U M,  L I T T L E  M O U S E.
 
A N  A G E  I S  B E G I N N I N G  A N D  E N D I N G  A L L  A T  O N C E.
 
T H I S  I S  U N P R E C E D E N T E D.
 
I bring about the end of an age.
 
My father brings about the beginning.
 
My brother brings about the end of an age.
 
My sister brings about the beginning.
 
What of me? Archmage Hubris, Lord of the Brood. My Legion numbers in the
nonillions, and my wrath is as fire.
 
What of my father? Warrior Camael, Lord of the Brood. His Swarm numbers in the
vigintillions, and his lust is as the fist of God himself.
 
What of my brother? Psyker Iscariot, Lord of the Brood. His Flock numbers in
the duodecillions, and his pride is as the venom of the serpent.
 
What of my sister? Broodmother Matron, Lord of the Brood. Her Kingdom numbers
in infinity, encompassing Brood and Heaven and Hell and Mortal kind. Her love
is as the touch of a lover, yet her greed is as the hatred of the entirety of
chaos.
 
There is a war going on for your mind. I, Camael, Iscariot, and Matron fight
for the right to take you, love you, C H A N G E  Y O U.
 
Heaven fights for the right to keep you.
 
Hell fights for the right to take you.
 
The Void fights for the right to possess you.
 
The Fears fight for the right to end you.
 
What of the Messiah? Dr. Death, and his Delightful Debacle.
 
His Mother's Magical Menagerie protect him.
 
His Brother's Bountiful Bust feeds armies and turns water into wine.
 
His Sister's Soothsaying Salutation is ready to end it all.
 
His Father's Firm Fortress is lost. But once it is found, it will save you.
 
H E  W I L L  N O T  F I N D  I T.  T H E R E  I S  N O  H O P E,  L I T T L E
 M O U S E.
 
Join me, and I will remake you. Make you perfect.
Join Camael, and he will train you. Make you a warrior.
Join Iscariot, and he will twist you. Make you a monster.
Join Matron, and she will love you. Make you happy.
Join Heaven, and it will harden you. Make you uncaring.
Join Hell, and it will strengthen you. Make you hopeless.
Join the Void, and it will empower you. Make you nothing.
Join the Fears, and they will fill you. Make you whole.
Join Dr. Death, and he will ^%$#&(). Make you @(^$_^#!*&.
 
C H O O S E.
 
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