This Blog represents bits and pieces that I wanted to share with my followers as I make the journey of writing my various book ideas, short stories and random ramblings.

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Invaded

    A niggling, wiggling feeling presses into the back of your mind. That becomes scratching,  scraping, clawing on the inside of your skull. Your body is getting heavy as a writhing alien will is coiling around your own—wrapping, constricting, strangling, crushing your sense of self. A crawling, creeping, insidiously oppressive dread eclipses all. You feel your thoughts beaten into a dank, dark corner. Silent, internal screaming as your body moves without your consent. Your voice echoes inside the now frozen wasteland of your mind. Your will is suffocated, drowned, and assimilated. 

    Those are the words that Vincent Gregory read aloud while in chains, detained by marines, forced to read this page of text, and once he finished, beaten within an inch of his life. They might as well kill him; he will never betray his god. He neither would not nor could not even think of such a thing.  His bloody, swollen eyes blink painfully as a soldier grabs him by his hooded robe and jerks him to his feet, his bloody bruised legs wobbling under his weight in protest. 

    “I’m only going to ask you once more, you piece of shit. Where did that thing come from?!” Before his blood blinded him, Vincent caught a glimpse of the man screaming at him. From what his pain-addled brain can recall, the man was the stereotypical jarhead. The man's “high and tight” haircut, his fit, well-toned build, the complete and utter obsession with the laughable notion of serving his country. If Vincent weren’t sure one of his ribs was pressing into his left lung, he probably would have laughed out loud. “Fuck it,” he thought to himself, then let out a hacking cough of a laugh that spattered tiny crimson droplets of blood on the soldier's uniform. This action was met with swift and painful reprisal, resulting in the breaking of his left leg.  

    “You pitiful man,” The soldier said. “Do you honestly think that THING cares for you? You think it will protect you? Well, look at you right now, and you tell me if your false god can save you!” The marine grabs Vincent's left leg, twisting it sideways and stomping on the side of his knee. The cartilage let out an audible wet tearing noise, accompanied by a sharp crunch. Through it all, Vincent remained silent, not so much as whimpering at the damage inflicted upon his person. He just looked at his captor and smiled a grotesque clot filled smile of shattered teeth. 

    It was then that Vincent noticed something, a small something, a very small wriggling something. It was approaching the soldier, who was completely unaware of its presence. 

“What made you turn on your country, you traitorous dickbag?! To think I used to call you my CO. How far you’ve fallen that I, you're second in command, was tasked with bringing you in and making you talk. So, you know full well what I’m authorized to do to save this country and with it the world from your madness!” The Sergeant screamed at him. He had long since forgotten his former life. Once he beheld the beauty of the Ineffable, he knew he belonged with her. 

Then another of the wiggling things arrived, another, another and another. Before long, the room behind the soldier was full of the small worm-like creatures and something else, something beautiful beyond description. Through his mouth of broken tooth shards and his busted lips, Vincent managed to say two words. “Thank...you…” 

    “What did you say?” His former Second barked. Vincent gestured behind him with a hand whose fingers would not obey him in the slightest. The soldier turned his head to see a stunning woman, her face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. She wore an evening gown with a slit on the right to her ribs. Her raven hair is whirling in some unseen breeze. Pale skin, almost translucent, the soldier stood there enraptured by this magnificent lady. His eyes sliding up and down her form, the breasts revealed by the shallow top. Her long legs, the kind said to go for days, making her tall, almost imposing if she were not so beautiful. A smell of vanilla floods his nose, or was it rum and coconut? His eyes relaxed, and his shoulders drooped slightly. Not knowing, he was slowly walking toward her and away from his prisoner. She held out her arms, and he thought he heard her say, “Come to me, my darling.” He obeyed and let her warm arms embrace him. “Yes, be mine forever,” the woman said. He could hear something else, the wheezing, choking laughter of his prisoner.  It was that moment when he realized why thousands of sharp-headed worm monsters plunged their way into his body. He fell to the floor in violent convulsions, unable to scream as more of the worms invaded his mouth, filling his lungs. The beautiful woman walked to his prisoner, touched his face gently, and his wounds began knitting themselves together as a pool of black fluid pooled at the woman's feet, snaking its way into his injuries and making them no more. Before long, Vincent was as good as new; none of his wounds remained, all filled with the liquid.

    The last thing Sergeant Charlie Carmicheal remembers is the sound of Cult Leader Vincent Gregory reading the page aloud once more and the sound of his suffocated screams as he feels the truth of the page firsthand.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Xorlich The Ineffable

 Xorlich

The Ineffable, The Eternal Hoarfrost Midnight, The End of All That Is, The Frozen Horror, The Ichorborne God, The All-Consuming, Old Man Winter, Great Old One(for now)

Eons ago when the other eldritch beings were sealed away, Xorlich coalesced from the spilled ichor from the battle between The Great Old Ones and The Elder Gods. Xorlich grew in power, absorbing all the ichor it could. It then spawned Yixchlar and The Yule Lads. It soon became apparent to the followers of The Elder Gods that a new threat had emerged. Using an incantation left by their masters, they found a way to fracture Xorlichs growing wicked power and banished its physical form to the surface of the sun. Its presence there caused a roaming dark spot that could be seen with telescopes. It feeds on energy, but in this diminished state was unable to simply “swallow the sun.” Thousands of years later, Xorlich took advantage of its curse that compartmentalized its power, casting parts of its physical body through space back toward the earth. These attempts caused massive solar flares as its severed parts broke from the Sun's gravitational pull, dragging solar plasma with them. Knowing that if enough of its body could reach their target, it could transfer its consciousness to the majority of its biomass and return to earth once more. After its return to Earth it assumed the form of The Hoarfrost Opal. Those who wore the pendant were enslaved by Xorlichs will. Using its puppet they slowly collected the parts that held the majority of its power, The Fleshy Cloak, The Barbed Tongue, The Taloned Greaves and The Fanged Crown. Once collected, its bindings could no longer hold it and shattered. Its fractured power became a strength instead of a weakness and Xorlich had mastered it. 

A horrible mockery of the humanoid form when at rest. Xorlichs head is topped with 4 large horns, its otherwise featureless face has a ring of small hornlets that circle its head. This face can split open to reveal an impossibly large mouth full of uncountable numbers of teeth. It has two arms that end in oversized, taloned, human-like hands. Inside its ribcage hides an unfathomable amount of writhing tendrils with various wicked ends. Xorlich can grow new body parts or regrow old ones it finds useful, at will. It's long legs end in dinosaur-like talons and its long tail its twice the length of its body. On its back it has a pair of massive bat-like wings that it can increase or decrease in size if need be. It is immortal and can never truly die. It can remove parts of itself to infect others to do its bidding. It can transform willing/unwilling cultists into monstrous beings called Apotheosis. Its most dangerous ability is its power to stop all atomic movement in an object, siphoning off the energy to feed, reducing the object into its constituent particles(inert neutrons). This extends to an aura around Xorlich causing the weather to change in its surrounding area, becoming a horrible frozen hellscape. Its other noteworthy ability is its power over ichor. The blood of the gods obey it’s every whim beware!

Xorlich creates Apotheosis by splitting its face open wide, revealing its sinuous tongue and driving it through the humanoid victims forehead, piercing their skull, puncturing their brain and flooding their body full of the viscous black ichor that swirls in the pustules on its body. This process is not... pleasant. 

Apotheosis are immortal. The only way to end them is for Xorlich to absorb their biomass into itself. They have various abilities dictated by the random form they take. They are always at least vaguely humanoid. Their primary function is to spawn Contagions and the Naga-like Atrocities.

Atrocities are pure strain creatures birthed by Apotheosis . They have various abilities dictated by the random form they take. They always have at least a humanoid torso and a serpentine lower body. If killed they turn into a statue of solidified ichor. Their primary function is to spawn Contagions and the serpentine monsters known as Anathema.

Anathema are second generation pure strain creatures birthed by Atrocities made entirely of Ichor. They have various abilities dictated by the random form they take. They are always at least vaguely serpentine. Most are massive creatures, the longest over a mile in length. If slain they melt into a bubbling pool of ichor. Their primary function is to spawn Contagions and the beings known as Abominations.

Abominations are third generation pure strain creatures birthed by the Anathema and made entirely out of ichor. They have no set form and take a variety of shapes and sizes. When slain they release large bursts of ichor. Their primary purpose is to spawn endless amounts of the tiny creatures known as Contagions. 

Contagions are pure strain creatures birthed by all Ichorborne except Amorphous. Small and wormlike with a variety of barbs, hooks, blades, mouths, teeth and pustules of ichor where their heads should be. These easily slain creatures' purpose is to enter the bodies of victims and turn back into ichor. Polluting their bodies and minds drawing them to Xorlich. Most infected humanoids become Cultists. Plants and animals infected become Anabiosis.

Cultists are humanoids that either via Contagion infection or through personal belief decide to worship Xorlich and infiltrate society to influence all manner of mortal affairs. Most Cultists will slowly turn into Abominations if they are not chosen to be transformed into Atrocities. However, If a Cultist is deemed unworthy of either they will melt into a creature called an Amorphous.

Amorphous are horrid, pathetic creatures.This is the punishment for failing The Cult of The Frigid One, any guilty of this transgression means a very painful forced injection of massive amounts of Ichor. This causes the victim to melt into a barely living pile of mobile ichor. Inhuman strength and dexterity paired with a mindless aggression that’s controllable only by Xorlich itself. If slain they are absorbed back into Xorlich itself.

Anabiosis are animals and plants being grotesquely mutated by the presence of ichor in their environment or direct infection from Contagions. Granting heightened intelligence, mobility and unwavering loyalty to Xorlich. If slain they melt into a puddle of ichor that will be reabsorbed by Xorlich. The being known as Gurble is the first of this kind of creature.

Yixchlar(Jeffrey) and the Yule Lads are Xorlichs first attempts at creating powerful servants on earth before its banishment. But when its power was fractured, they became willful and turned away from their sire  wanting to take its powers for themselves. They stole parts of it away and went into hiding.  Each one holds a power Xorlich and its followers fully intend to regain. The Yule Lads are named such due to mistaken identity. Tales and folklore have been spawned around these creatures. Like their sire they are Immortal and can only be killed by being reabsorbed into it.

Yixchlar is a small monkey sized creature who refers to itself as Cousin Jeffrey in an Australian accent. Called Jack Frost in folklore. It holds the power to physically invade the minds of victims and use them like a puppet or more often a meat suit. 

Rudolph is a creature that has spawned many tales. From a red nosed reindeer to the wendigo. It holds the power of a red glow that emanates from within, any who gaze upon it freeze in place and then are able to be commanded to do as it sees fit.

Krampus is a large creature that has been thought to be Santa’s helper. Characterized by its goat like horns and long whip like tendrils. It holds the power to make clones of itself without diminishing its biomass.

Frau Perchta is a creature with a long birdlike beak equally as long as the rest of its body. It’s strong hind legs allow it to leap massive distances. It’s believed to slit the bellies of lazy children. It holds the power to drive one mad simply by looking at it.

Sinterklaas is a massive bulbous creature mistakenly referred to as Santa Claus and believed by many to bring gifts. Usually accompanied by the yule lad Krampus. It holds the power to absorb anything to increase its biomass.

Black Annis is a huge slug-like beast with a three part mouth. Its hands are three long retractable tendrils that end in large talons. It was treated as a bogeyman in various folklore. It holds the power to shapeshift.

Samhain is a towering skeletal spider-like being that is believed to be the patron of All Hallows eve. It holds the power to influence what people see and can trap them in their own psychic prison.

Snegurochka is a lithe feminine figure with four featureless heads and many tendrils sprouting from its back, called the snow maiden by folklore. It holds the power to change into different states of matter.

The Twins are a pair of creatures dubbed Rawhead and Bloodybone. Rawhead is a serpentine beast with a mouth of large teeth where its head should be. Bloodybone is also serpentine but with many fanged maws all over its horrid body. Together they connect in a horrid writhing mass of flailing limbs and gnashing teeth. They hold the powers of malleability and elasticity respectively.

The Trinity are a trio of creatures that join together to create a horrible monster. Grindylow is a quadrupedal thing with wicked taloned limbs and a bulbous body. Kkullas is a floating beast with long arms ending in razor sharp beaks. Its head is large and round with a four fanged mouth. Saalua is a hunched two legged creature with hooked tendrils and a gaping fang ringed mouth that houses a long tongue with a four fanged maw and a tongue in turn. Together they are a horrid amalgamation of limbs, fangs, talons and tendrils. They hold the powers of Spatial Manipulation, Temporal Manipulation and Psychokinesis respectively.

Amalgamations are two or more creatures of Xorlichs brood that merged together to form a new being. Their level of power is not determined by the categories of their constituent parts but by the total number of creatures it takes to form them. They have abilities determined by their combined form and any they had as separate beings that they still possess the parts to do so. When sufficiently wounded they will separate and then attempt escape. Xorlich is by definition an amalgam. Notorious amalgams are the Yule lads The Twins and The Trinity. Made up of two and three parts respectively. While Xorlich itself is made up of billions. Although its classification as an Amalgamation is tenuous at best. 

Xorlichs goal is simple, to end it all. If it ever absorbs Yixchlar and the Yule Lads it will dominate the minds of all on earth. Harnessing its full power to wage war with The Great Ones,  The Elder Gods, The Great Old Ones, and The Outer Gods absorbing each in turn, until It is the only one that remains. Then once it’s disposed of all other eldritch beings it will have the power to devour Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth and finally Azathoth itself. If it succeeds in this it will find another reality to consume and move on to the next.

Thursday, April 1, 2021

Interview with Dr. Leon C. Jackwilde Part 2

Elenor: Today we have a returning fan favorite Dr. Leon C. Jackwilde. Joining us from his isolation containment cell in the S.H.A.I. Networks viral programming quarantine facility. 

Leon: Hello again Elenor.

Elenor: Welcome back Leon. I hope your accommodations aren't too terrible. 

Leon: It's better than I deserve.

Elenor: Let's get right to the reason you're  joining us again. Is that alright?

Leon: Of course.

Elenor: Are you familiar with the growing numbers winthin the Order of the Hoarfrost Midnight and are they in anyway connected to the arthrosapiens?

Leon: I’ve been monitoring their activities and there is no connection to the arthrosapiens. The arthrosapiens simply wish to live in harmony with humans and this new world. The order of hoarfrost midnight is a more malignant situation.

Elenor: You're being quarantined how are you monitoring this organization?

Leon: The firewall lets information in but its a one way signal. The S.H.A.I. are very proud of it.

Elenor: So, this Organization..(is cut off by Leon)

Leon: Cult, the word you're looking for is cult.

Elenor: I'm sure that's a bit harsh..

Leon: They are a bunch of fanatics worshipping something beyond our comprehension. They are a cult.

Elenor: Not a fan of religion I take it?

Leon: I'm a native of Earth B, Elenor. We don't subscribe to that particular Canon.

Elenor: What of the being they worship this thing they call Xor..(Leon stops her mid sentence)

Leon: No! Do NOT say it's name!

Elenor:(smirks) Not religious but rather superstitious aren't we Leon?

Leon: It's not superstition. The entity they worship isn't from any of the three realities that make up our own. It is from somewhere else. Somewhere that physics do not work they way they do here. That thing can somehow hear when its name is spoken aloud. It brings its attention to you. You do not want it to notice you. 

Elenor: That sounds a little paranoid.

Leon: I wish it were simply paranoia.

Elenor: If this thing is so dangerous why are there so many people flocking to join with it?

Leon: The same reason they wanted to join me years ago. 

Elenor: And that is?

Leon: To be part of something larger than themselves. Religion can be a soothing But wholly destructive thing.

Elenor:That's all the time we have for our show tonight. Thank you for joining us again Leon. 

Leon: Always a pleasure Elenor.

Elenor:  From everyone at our station goodnight Triearth and be safe out there.

The stage goes dark

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Interview with Dr. Leon C. Jackwilde Part 1

Two people sit in a semi intimate setting. Two comfortable chairs, a spot light illuminates the area revealing the floor is a varnished hardwood, possibly oak. A person on the right is wearing business attire while the other is clad in typical laboratory vestments. The person on the right has shoulder length blonde hair that is perfectly styled. The one to the left has short spiked whitish-silver hair  that seems to be quite messy. It becomes clear to you that this is an interview.

Interviewer: Good morning DoctorJackwilde.

Dr. Jackwilde: Good morning Elenor.

Interviewer:(clearly taken aback by the subject knowing her name) You know my name? 

Dr. Jackwilde: Of course, I am familiar with your work with the S.H.A.I. Network.

Elenor: Well, I feel I'm at a disadvantage. You know my firat name but I only know your title and last name.

Dr. Jackwilde: I know more than your first name. Elenor Richardson, age 29, single, female of African ancestry... that came off a little creepy... I apologize. My name is Leon by the way.

Elenor: (Unnerved by his knowledge of her but doesn't draw attention to it.) Let's get down to why you're here today. 

Leon: I'm  here to let everyone know I am solely responsible for the current state our reality is in and I wish to be held accountable for my actions.

Elenor: please elaborate.

Leon: I constructed a device called the transdimensional gateway. By operating it I caused three different realities of our multiverse to merge together forming our current one. It brought the Arthrosapiens and two distinct cultures of humans all together on one planet.

Elenor: was that the intention?

Leon: heavens no. I simply wanted to see if interdimensional travel was possible.

Elenor:(shuffles through some cards, no doubt with questions written on them for Leon to respond to) After the merging, you aligned yourself with the Arthrosapiens and were hostile towards humanity. Why?

Leon: Why did I do what I did ? I let my pain and grief control me. I just couldn't handle the state of my life and I blamed all of humanity for it. In that altered state I made many terrible decisions. First was to use an experimental splicer serum on myself. The second was just rolling with the chemical changes happening in my brain due to the conflicting biochemical signals. It's also well established, by me I might add, that the splicer method doesn't work well with arthropods. I was so desperate to feel loved that i was willing to throw away my humanity. The third was thinking about the hive as if they were non-Earth C arthropods. The thought that they could always make more, that all of them were expendable. That because I was human, I knew more than them, that I knew what was best for them and how best to protect them from other humans. It was my arrogance and my ignorance. My arrogance blinded me to the truth. My ignorance blinded me to the reality in front of my eyes. 
Anyone who has disturbed and anthill or a bees nest knows they will retaliate vicously. Why do They throw themselves at much larger opponents without any sense of self preservation? They don't want to die but are willing to do so. But why do we see them as mindless cannon fodder and not valiant defenders? They defend their nests. No they are protecting their children. They are protecting each other.  The same truth applies to the arthrosapiens, even though their thought processes are alien to us. Each one of them is willing to die for their hive. But that same hive will violently fight to keep every last one alive. None of them are disposable, none of the worthless. They are not cannon fodder, rather they are a battalion of cannons. When dealing with them, it will do you good to know that they could crush us effortlessly as we have done to their distant cousins for so long and to remember who the apex predators really are. Because it isn't  humanity, Not anymore.

Elenor:(Shocked by the matter of fact way Leon responded at length) So, if the arthrosapiens wanted to do so they could wipe out all of humanity effortlessly?

Leon: Yes, however that isn't in their nature and not the point I was trying to make.

Elenor: which was?

Leon: That humanitys arrogance and self centered world view needs to change or there may be dire consequences, dire consequences indeed.

Elenor: Are you still in contact with the other humans you changed into arthrosapiens?

Leon: primarily, I am not and they are not arthrosapiens. When you see a human spliced with a tiger do you call them a tiger? No you call them an augmented human. Those people are augmented humans and not to be confused with the arthrosapien race. The arthrosapiens call them the misguided and the word they have for it literally translates to Jack's brood.

Elenor: Are you aware that most of them have gone into hiding?

Leon: I am, I've extended the offer to reverse the process so they can be unaugmented once more. A great deal of them have. Others have not been so cooperative.

Elenor: I assume you're referring to Amrak, Treyvin and Caltre?

Leon: Amrak and Treyvin. Caltre was the first to be returned to his original state. 

Elenor: That's all the time we have for today thank you for coming and letting me conduct this interview.

Leon: The pleasure was all mine I assure you. 

Elenor:  From everyone at our station goodnight Triearth and be safe out there.

The stage goes dark

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

The Last Testament of Jeremy Ergon

To begin, Hello. My name is Jeremy Ergon. I am a detective from the Sydney police department. I’ve been tasked with investigating the being known  as Xorlich, its progeny and their cult.

Once it arrived, the tar like substance called ichor suddenly began popping up everywhere. The real problem in understanding ichor is understanding the being that has unparalleled control of it. The issue with learning ichors strange qualities is that we had never actually confirmed its existence. That is until the entity known as Xorlich arose in the modern era. 

How do you know the unknowable? How do you fathom the unfathomable? Xorlich is an enigma. They however will pontificate at length psychically if prompted about its own origin. Whether this is the truth or not has yet to be seen. I was given unprecedented access to the being and it allowed me to learn a few things.

First of all, Xorlich has no true form. It has a preferred form but no true shape. This is due to its physical body being entirely made of ichor. The entity can warp and shift and mold its body however it pleases. To the degree of each person perceiving it differently based on its psychic probing of the individual. 


Secondly, ichor is inert unless Xorlich is interacting with it in some way. Under their control it is everything from a means of locomotion, a source of power, a mutagen and most notably a deadly efficient weapon. 


Next is that, by its own claims, it was birthed by the blending of the blood from ancient deities and extra-dimensional horrors. Creating the substance known as ichor that coalesced into the creature itself. This had an unforeseen consequence to those whose blood created it. Their blood had then turned to ichor and called to Xorlich to be joined with it. More ichor for the creature means it becomes more powerful. 


Lastly, it isn’t from this world or this universe. It has devoured its own universe and seeks to consume ours as well. It has become a deity in its own right. Possessing capabilities i could never dream of. 


I can hear her always inside my mind. When I first arrived, her voice began as a faint scratching, like a cockroach skittering across a paper bag. Now she speaks to me constantly, she is a thing of beauty. Terrible beauty, an eldritch nightmare made into the perfect specimen of humanity.


I was once afraid of what would happen to me during this investigation. Now all I want is to gain her blessing and be graced with her love.




Tuesday, March 2, 2021

The Hoarfrost Octus

Captured Cultists speak euphorically of the nightly ritual they call The Hoarfrost Octus.


  1. The Twilight Supplication- cultists in their formal robes gather around Xorlich bestowing gifts(sacrifices) while chanting the Hoarfrost Gospel.

  2. The Immaculate Communion- Xorlich invades the minds of all in attendance.

  3. The Perfect Conception- an initiate or sacrifice is held down upon a frozen slab as they are administered a worm-like creature that forcibly enters their body.

  4. The Warping Penance- A cultiat is wrapped in Xorlich tendrils  and gently caressed as they begin to scream, melting into an amorphous, falling into the pool of ichor at Xorlich feet to be absorbed slowly without ritual.

  5. The Meandering Ablution- After becoming a cultist at some point Xorlich randomly gives a psychic command that wracks the cultists body with painful mutations turning them into an abomination.

  6. The Transient Binding- Xorlich causes two Ichorborne to meld together becoming greater than the sum of their parts, Creating an amalgam.

  7. The Love Ineffable- Xorlich will choose a cultist by gently lifting their face with a single finger. Bringing them close to its face as if to kiss them. Then Xorlich mouth opens and a sinuous tongue with a large spike pierces the cultists forehead filling their body with ichor. They writhe and spasm, screaming helplessly as their flesh warps and their bones shatter, their body revolting against the violent changes that result in them becoming one of Xorlich perfect children, the Apotheosis.

  8. The Destined Assimilation- sacrifices, eldritch creatures and willing cultists come before Xorlich and are dissolved into puddles of ichor joining the rest at its feet.

The Hoarfrost Gospel

Born of blood spilt by wretched bone and holy blade
To tear away realities façade
Birthing from its will and flesh
Firstborn seemed a great success
Choosing a path perilous and untrod
Firstborn betray their parent God

It's power great,  inspiring fear
Drawing priests from far and near
Firstborn teach them the old way
They must stop it without delay
Chanting an incantation from the war
They banish it to the nearest star

Full of wrath, plagued by disgrace
It lobs its essence into space
Crashing down upon the earth
Brings an end to firstborns mirth
Vengeance for its children's spurn
It devours each in turn

Once more complete, world grows cold
It brings the priests into the fold
No more will spawn make its power torn
Giving rise to the blessed Ichorborne
Soaring high its wings unfurled
Our God will freeze the world

World in ruins, crumbling to dust
With new spawn that it can trust
It devours all from place to place
When came upon the dreamers face
A silent death, no defiant scream
Our nightmare swallowed up the dream

Rending holes in space and time
We sing its praise with voice and rhyme
The Hoarfrost Regalia is the key
For this world to let it free
Reality shall end you poor sod
By the coming of our Ichorborne god!