Queen of the Quliphoth
The Call
Demon Queen in land of Black, prayers on altars stained with blood.
Your child summons by our pact, rise oh rise from the very mud.
Cries to heaven - pleas for help, the mothers dance - the fathers call.
Your time has ended foolish whelp, the chaos condenses into a ball.
I enter the Hive salvation has come.
She dwells down in the sewers, way down into it's bowels.
Surrounded by fetid water and floating excrement.
Noxious steam fed from sweltering pipes.
The chamber where she lies is littered with the fly ridden corpses of battered children, torn and eaten.
Bloated and white from lack of light, she feeds on our nightmares and offal.
Her form dwarfs mammoths.
She has a face which is a holocost.
Flesh drooping down way past her shoulders.
Pieces of meat and rusted razors lie embedded deep between her teeth.
Her body is an atrocity, blue tinted veins lie bursting just below the surface of her carcass.
Her mind you cannot possibly comprehend.
Her brood was spawned from the puss filled opening just below her abdomen.
Yes, she is a hermaphrodite.
Sticking her pincerlike protrusion into her crevice.
Moving it back and forth, making blasphemous noise.
The brood spread out like newborn maggots over a piece of unborn fetus.
Anticipating, burrowing, deep within it's flesh, nestering and festering.
The brood is like her, but she is their mother and this is her domain.
None can challenge her, for she is a god, she is our god and this, is her realm.