Topic: Clandestine Mirrors

Sin Incarnate

Date: 2018-03-17 01:42 EST
Intro


The first breaths of life isn't always a beautiful creation or moment. It can be a bloodier, more gruesome affair. At the expense of hard work, spent blood and sweat. Of foreign words, and books and ingredients that are far less natural to bring life into a world where nothing was supposed to be "birthed". A world of twisted, tortured, tormented souls, a test of nature itself in its creation. A glob of saliva spat in the face of God. A notch in the threads of fate, surpassed by blood and black magic.

Devil may care.

Sin Incarnate

Date: 2018-03-17 02:11 EST
I will not speak of your sin
There was no way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are all shot
But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Consign me not to darkness
- Broken Crown; Mumford & Sons



A tainted reflection.

He who flees the light.

A conundrum of circumstance, unexpected.

Experimental in it's creation, crawling on his belly from a vat of blood and crackling black magic energy.

Staring in the eyes, the face, of the shunned and outcasted Son of God.

Contrasting completely, a shade.

A shadow to Light, to the Star.

Not sired, but brothers.

Connected by blood, but not parented by, implanted with thoughts and memories he never experienced by the plug of ethereal energy, a soul.

Black against blue.

Like a bruise,

The sky at midnight star-crossed with meteors against the crystal tropical waters of the ocean at noon.

A silhouette, concealed.

Clandestine.