Occulturation: Vengeful Spirits

Call upon the evils in the shadows.

We must use them to cleanse the world from its sins.

Reveal to the world the works of the Council of the Grave.

Never give up until the mission is complete.

But this new evil, it has demands of its own.

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A little girl, pale and rotten.

Lines of stitches and scars.

Eyes so wide, black burning pits of coal.

Mouth open from broken lower jaw.

An enthralling abyssal maw, don’t stare too long.

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So small and doll-like, so gentle and fragile.

So dense and heavy, like a millstone of granite.

She asks for the childhood she lost, others take for granted.

So I forge the pact, sealed in blood.

But where did these three others come from?

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A silhouette stabbed in the back.

Now he’s back to stab the faction of traitors.

Not what you would call a patriot,

Shadow assassin downing secret combines

Cursed soil, a bloodstained tree, when he hangs again, Oak it will be.

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A flickering fire in the brazier.

Don’t wander through swamps at night.

Don’t bargain with Screamers and witches.

Don’t follow the lights that lead you off path.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack never learns from his mistakes.

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Disembodied restless spirit, never forgives grievances.

A tantrum, then they clatter to the floor, the dishes.

When things go bump in the night, he bumps back.

He won’t let himself get strangled in his sleep.

This time, the intruder won’t be the only thing creaking on the floorboards.

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Back to the girl, she’s different now.

So life-like, skin full of color.

But she can’t read, an illiterate child.

Denies her true nature, good thing too.

She is something far stronger than both me and you.