MOD99 - MALIGNANT [Industrial / Dark Techno]

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  • Опубликовано: 16 сен 2024
  • ⛧𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓⛧
    RECORD IX - MALIGNANT
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    In the heart of the city, where neon lights flickered in the misty rain and shadows danced to the tune of a somber wind, there was a whispered legend of a woman whose beauty defied mortal understanding. She appeared to the lonely, the desperate, and the yearning, her allure a beacon to those lost in the labyrinth of their own despair. Her name, spoken only in hushed tones revealed to those who fell for her, was unknown.
    The mysterious woman's beauty was not of this world. Her raven-black hair cascaded in waves, framing a face sculpted by ancient, unfathomable hands. Her eyes, deep pools of obsidian, shimmered with a dangerous allure, promising ecstasy and oblivion in equal measure. She moved with a grace that seemed to defy the laws of nature, a predatory elegance that left those who gazed upon her entranced.
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    John was her latest victim. A once-aspiring writer, he had come to the city seeking inspiration, but found only the crushing weight of solitude. Night after night, he wandered the streets, drowning his sorrows in cheap whiskey and fleeting conversations. It was on one such night that he saw her, standing beneath a flickering streetlamp, her crimson lips curved into a knowing smile.
    Drawn to her like a moth to flame, John approached. Her voice was a melody of whispers and promises, her touch a caress that sent shivers down his spine. She led him to her lair, a dilapidated apartment hidden away from prying eyes. There, in the dim light, she unfolded her web of enchantment.
    For weeks, John was lost in her embrace. He abandoned his writing, his friends, and his life, consumed by the all-encompassing desire to be near her. Her presence was intoxicating, her every word a honeyed dagger that plunged deeper into his soul. He lived for the moments she granted him, moments of rapture that left him yearning for more.
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    But as time passed, John began to change. His once-vibrant eyes dulled, his laughter faded into silence. The joy he once found in life was replaced by an unending emptiness, a void that gnawed at his very being. He became a shadow of himself, an empty vessel drained of hope and will.
    Her true nature was revealed in his dreams. Nightmares plagued his sleep, visions of a monstrous entity cloaked in darkness, its form ever-shifting and incomprehensible. In these dreams, he saw her true face - a visage of horror and ancient malevolence, eyes burning with a hunger that transcended mortal understanding.
    He awoke each time drenched in sweat, his mind teetering on the edge of madness. But even in his waking hours, he could not escape her influence. She was always there, her presence a constant reminder of his ensnarement. The once-cozy apartment became a prison, its walls closing in as her power over him grew.
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    One night, in a moment of clarity, John tried to flee. He stumbled through the rain-soaked streets, seeking refuge in the familiar. But no matter how far he ran, her voice echoed in his mind, drawing him back to her. Exhausted and broken, he found himself once more at her door, the last vestiges of his will crumbling.
    She who shall not be named welcomed him with open arms, her smile a cruel mockery of affection. As she held him, he felt his life force ebbing away, drained by her insatiable thirst. He was nothing more than a hollow shell, his spirit consumed by the entity that wore the guise of a beautiful woman.
    In the end, John joined the ranks of the forsaken, those who had fallen under the cruel temptress's spell and paid the ultimate price. His story became another whisper in the city's lore, a cautionary tale of a malignant entity that fed on the souls of the vulnerable, leaving behind only emptiness and despair.
    And she? She moved on, her dark beauty and bloodthirsty eyes ever seeking new prey, her existence a testament to the unfathomable horrors that lurk just beyond the veil of our understanding - or in the scariest realm of them all, our very imagination.
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