mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
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the madman cried passionately at his daughter's wedding.

The boy's head came off with surprising ease. Theodore Roosevelt Who Is Called Apollyon was smug, snug, secure in his power & majesty, until he looked inside what he'd wrenched off. Gillick's head was full of all the swarming, seething things that dwelt in the sunless places of the world. The scuttling lobstrosities of the ocean's sulpher vents, the eyeless daddy-long-legs of the hollow earth, a mother spider the colour of glass whose back teemed with young. The Emperor gazed full into this eye of the abyss & it stared right back at him & Theo blinked first. Full of the knowledge of what he would he would be asked to do, of the melted shadows soon to come, Gillick smiled with a simple glee as Emperor Apollyon screwed his head back on. He had been given a black balloon to tie around his wrist, & he tugged it back down & hugged it close to his small chest, his brutal heart straining against the shroud of flesh.
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