Death Is An Angel With Two Faces - So Welcome The Face Of Salivation Under The Guise Of Sacrifice [Demonic Incursion Prelude]

The Endless Soul Plane is said to be a place of great miracles, infinite wisdom and the secret to life itself. The contents of this realm of existence are all but holy to the inhabitants of Demon World. So is it not befitting that a "God" itself ascends to its righteous throne in such a place? That is precisely the line of logic that had fallen into The Mind of Khala Asthavon: Heart Of The Demon God. From far and wide her soft whispers cried, sending it's etched cry into the lives of many. Millions of demons paid heed to this call, as if they had heard some sort of divine presence or another. This force that flowed from within the Heart of Deveta spoke hushed desires of happiness, completion, bliss and the wishes of all to be brought into fruition. It brought visions of power to some, imagery of eternal pleasure to others, true enlightenment to some and the hope for something greater then themselves to pull these spirits in, entice them and pull them over to the side of their Demonic Deity.

Thus, as she lay in wait over a halcyon throne that rose upwards into the very heavens themselves, the followers of The Satanic Lord started drawing and making their ways into oceans of the Endless Soul Plane. Enchanted, enhanced and in a trance; they all braved the horrid seas of endless knowledge. Tens of millions of these ghouls, goblins, monsters, beasts and worshipers alike made their long and trying journey to meet their religious figure. They risked life, they endured death and blurred the borders of reality itself to seek out this hope. A hope long buried under centuries, nay, millenniums of despair. Despair over a pointless world, agony from a painful rise to death, the futility of their world without its creator and the maddening thirst to power that all other heretics had in this world and next that dared to oppose the natural order that Deveta yearned and desired to invoke within the chains of existence itself.

So for days and nights, these brave souls ventured forth into the unknown and made their daunting path to reach The Heart of Gods call. A call that was so hard to ignore for these souls that vested their very faith, belief and livelihood into this creature. They prayed, they sang, they howled and their souls screamed for their god to do with them as they please. For in the master plan of this deity's will? They knew they would find their salivation through the blood she required for her dark rituals. Observing their plight through the foreign waters of the Endless Soul Plane, Khala's quivering soul ached and shook with the utmost of anticipation and beat with pure ecstatic glee.

Was this not what they called a God? The very definition before her was playing out by feeling out the dilemma echoing within the hearts and minds of her demonic followers. Some define a deity by being a supreme and perfect power, others describe God as a powerful man or a thing of great importance. Yet -- these meanings were not ones to describe Khala's godship. What pumped the blood of her call to power -- was symbolism. Indeed, the mortals of the earthly plane vested within their limited knowledge that one of the definitions of a "god" had been that a spirit, ideal, animal or object that brought forth the embodiment of God. Through this medium, the prayers of its followers sought to have the almighty power within their God affect their nature and the lives of the people who follow their religion. In this way, the great power, strength, knowledge of their God would allot them salvation through the power of their idol ship, praise and worship of The Demon God.

So it is by this will of the fellowship and the sun that they made it through the damped and abysmal seas of the unknown to make it to the throne of The Demon God. Raising like a celestial object in the atmosphere, The Goddess stared down at her subjects like the omnificent being she was and watched as tens of millions demons bowed before the power that lay vested within her. She could almost feel their life force flowing into hers, as her own oozed into theirs in a never ending cycle of perpetual power. Power enough to continue the ladder into divinity and claim her spot as a godling alongside her brethren the Soul King and -- Truth.

Thus, in this embrace, full of grace, they fueled each other and placed a skeleton of trust within one another through this unity of god and man. The singularity was beginning, the powers of the divine were being bestowed upon all and the crown of God was placed; birthing the Heart of Deveta to begin her awakening. Letting out her sirens call into the lands, she'd drown them all in a torrential downpour of water from the oceans around them and baptize these unending numbers of followers into the void with her.

It washed away mental sorrow like dirt, injected power into the demons like a source of nourishment from the waves of liquid around them and shared the ideals of their god into their minds so that they needn't fear a thing. The shackles had been broken within them and their holy mission were all but received in this massive baptization. With it they received the knowledge of The Demon Goddess to understand her plan, comprehend the complexity of her redemption to existence and mesh the flow of this pain into complete oblivion. Individual entities ceased to exist in this moment and the collective conscious many forged into one to give birth into the Shadow Throne.

Passing through the door that lead to the beginning and end of the world as we know it, they opened that gate and emerged back within the lands of The Vicara Plan with the mission embed deep within their hearts and minds. If there had been doubt before -- it was erased in that one infused existence. If this world that they lived in was a nightmare, than the intention of Khala was rectify it and interweave the boundaries between horror and paradise. As if reality existed in a place of unknown, while dreams existed within the realm of reality. That was the way of The Heart. And within their heart, the truth lay in wait.

For it is said that the elements of a persons heart shapes their appearance Through the this construct devised by Khala, their hearts changed in the wake of this image and Khala existed within them as they existed within her. Neither were they alive or dead; so the borders between existence and nonexistence were all but broken. As the power of of ones mind and heart holds the ability to shape the future, and the the power to induce your own flow of time. Thus their will is sent into the unknown and its hope is to crave out this altered perspective in existence and induce the Nirvana of the afterlife for all based of the volition of ones heart. So even in this end and beginning, one can return to their mortal form as long as they held the capacity to imagine themselves within their body, heart and soul. And in this world where one can not tell where they begin and the other begins, all was but right within this hive of the heart as it reverts back to one force in the primordial soup of life.

A world where all was one, but free to do as they please under the imagination of the mind and will of the heart.

This was the power -- of their god -- and the salivation of its people.