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Date
04/27/2012
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  • Frontpaged April 29, 2012

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A woman above them all. her beauty wasn't of the earth's own effort, her skin flushed for me on her perfect contour. A smile that shone like heirloom silver. No blemish had dared to approach her, on body or within. How i wish i could have remembered our moments then and not what was only to follow! My dream, our embrace, ended. -By thorn- Her body reeled as if made of a million within a million electric pulses. My worry was briefly abated with anxious wonderment at what she, my shining pearl, could be producing, but then it raked over me in horrifying waves. Each pulse then erupted into budding spines, blooming vines all over her body, emanating from her centre as the abdomen revealed the seed responsible. It was horrible, a taut inflamed pink, it emerged in a tangle of sharp wiry unnourished curls that enveloped it as comfortably as steel wool. Its veins, cold with icy blue purpose throbbing within them; its distended jowls and puckered mouth readied to sing to me. Its song was one of assured conquest and corruption in sharp foul tones. My beautiful beacon was now completely transformed by the pain of this birth, her face contorted as a frame of terror for the hell in her eyes. She was gone to me, my only hope was to take down the demon still barely caged within her. I had no knife or bludgeon, my soul would surely be devoured if i laid hands on the encroaching beast. Wracked with grief, my hands ripped and clawed onto my only weapon, tearing the glassy daggers out of my bride's mouth, her mind being only capable of gargled delirium now. Nonetheless, my time in obtaining a weapon allowed the monster to fully birth from its sanguine prison and find purchase in the darkness. My head swelled and swung feverishly as i stabbed, again and again in the plunging black until i felt it stick.

The newborn devil had escaped me, but my blade had insured it's dark purpose would never live beyond its mortal host.

Reviews


CarpetBonesCarpetBones

Rated 5 / 5 stars May 2, 2012

thats hilarious.



Spazmonkey618Spazmonkey618

Rated 4.5 / 5 stars May 2, 2012

Very odd...
But very, very inspiring nonetheless, especially when coupled with your engrossing paragraph.

But I have to say, the "Seed" as Pinkie Pie...genius!
( ~ ^ - ^)~



alperen41alperen41

Rated 2.5 / 5 stars May 2, 2012

We all know what Scout from Team Fortress 2 says '' What the hell was that crap !?''. Nuffsaid.


sucho responds:

step aside WIll Rogers, Scout-from-Team-Fortress-2's chestnut will live on through generations


ANOVAANOVA

Rated 5 / 5 stars May 2, 2012

i just keep looking at this over and over and cant tear my eyes away , its grotesque, yet beautiful , its satirical yet serious, is it a hommage to childbirth in general? , spawning the antichrist or implying my little ponies are evil? who cares?! its awesome! make more art , lots more.



ShalmendoShalmendo

Rated 5 / 5 stars May 2, 2012

This reminds me of my 'beloved' mother...lol. We don't get along and I have refused to speak to her for years. but that aside, both the story and the art are well written/drawn, and fit together nicely. I'm stunned by the detail and creativity in this image and I wish I could get a huge print of it to put in a black spikey frame on my wall.


sucho responds:

lets not get unnecessarily dark here