Midian State
05-01-2007, 06:01
Somwhere on the Mediterranean Coast of Egypt (Warning: Explicit Content)
The cool Mediterranean breeze blew in from the North, enveloping the city of Midian and its occupants. Shutters fluttered open and closed as curtains, tabards, and banners fluttered in the whirling wind. The city appeared vacant and devoid of life. A cat scurried across the cobble-stone street, chasing after a small wood mouse that had darted across before him. It was as if an entire civilization, an entire people had been removed from their place in the world. No hustle or bustle like modern metropolitan centers. No violently active markets or commercial districts. In fact, no stores lined the Mediterranean-influenced streets. It seemed that modern, capitalistic culture had stopped at the city walls. Along with a lack of these modern things, no street-poles for electrical wiring were present. No substations could be seen amidst the tightly-packed city streets. Electricity and other modern comforts seemed to be lacking. But why?
A gentle pounding began to echo from the South-East portions of the city. A large, ornately structured building could just be seen over the roofs of the two and three story high apartments. Smoke could be seen rising in the same trajectory; with that smoke, however, traveled a much more sinister companion: a distinct smell that could be identified by any individual who had ever been blessed with its scent before.
The pounding grew louder closer to the ornate building. Finally, upon arrival, the small press corps that had been permitted into the city (a collection of international stations), witnessed a thing of horror to those outside of the Forbidden City: centered in a massive square, surrounded by pillar-walls that extended from the ornate complex in the East of the city, sat a group of inverted crucifixes. Upon further inspection from the relative safety of their location, they would be horrified by the sight of men and women having been nailed to the oaken constructs. Hooks lay imbedded into the flesh around their cheeks and waists, and through the use of several mechanical contraptions, their dermal layers had been peeled back, revealing their internal organs that now lay flayed across the ground, rapidly being consumed by the amassed crowd.
Drawing their horrified facades from the central gore, the entirety of the situation was revealed: surrounding the crucified and disemboweled individuals was the entire population of the city. Yet, the actions they took was what truly drew back the reporters; for the population of Midian lay with one another, their bodies - man and woman, woman and woman, man and man, and various arrangements with beasts - entwined in various amalgamations of carnality and intercourse. A truly ghastly sight for any individuals who came from beyond the walls of the Forbidden City. A sight that would now be cast around the world for all to see.
A beginning for the Forbidden City. A new beginning for the Midianites.
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Carnal Palace of the Potentate, Midian
Newly appointed Potentate Hierophant Abdullah Alhazred stood on the massive balcony above the New Dawn Ceremony (removal of the old Potentate and his Hierophants and the replacing with a new Potentate and Hierophants), his dark eyes scanning the happenings below. As he stood, ebon-cloak-clad figures amassed about him. A leather-coated limb extended from one of the nearly 9-foot-tall beings, placing its digits upon Alhazred’s shoulder. ”It’s a new world. The Ones Who Dwell Without demand penitence from this world. They demand it from you, Hierophant.”
Without pausing, the Potentate extended his right wrist, rolling it to expose his veins. The beast behind him lowered his digits to Alhazred’s extended forearm, slicing its index finger across his flesh, releasing a sudden rush of vermillion-hued fluids. The being that stood to Alhazred’s aft dropped, a face extending from beneath the veil of the hood: a face devoid of flesh, with muscle tissue sunken into the very skeletal structure of the facade; large, ivory teeth extending from both maxilla and mandible; and a forked tongue that rolled from between his lips. The beast pressed his maw against Alhazred’s arm, digging into the wound, the flesh rising as the forked appendage rolled about beneath the dermis.
After obtaining his fill, the scarlet-soaked being rose, the flesh of the new Potentate healing quickly, a queer scar forming across his flesh where the being had bitten. ”You will serve the Term in the Grand Court of Azathoth, and you will prosper with the sects of the world. Ave.” With the simple utterance, the beings departed, leaving the Potentate to his desires, his oculars peering down to behold the mating of man to woman and woman to beast. He watched as peculiar beings slithered amongst the sprawled masses, encouraging them to consume the flesh of the former Hierophants and their Potentate - something they did with much enthusiasm.
Alhazred watched as the reporters from around the world filmed the atrocities and strange acts, making sure to note the arcane symbols that adorned the walls, pillars, and stone-floor of the square. A journalists, shuddered, fell, and even vomited amongst some of the acolytes below, regurgitating his lunch due to a combination of the non-Euclidean architecture of the Carnal Palace and the New Dawn Ceremony that happened only a few feet away. A reporter jumped back as a disfigured... thing lunged at him, its flesh being pulled back from its visage, exposing a rapidly decaying muscular layer, metallic pins driven directly into its skull. The beast that lunged was revealed not to want the man, but his regurgitated dinner, its tongue rolling against the masonry floor, lapping up the saliva, food, and acid mixture.
Over the next several hours, the reporters watched in awe and disgust as men and women pampered their deepest, darkest desires. Several of the international spectators fled after the fourth hour of the Ceremony, deciding to flee to the relative safety of their chartered vessel. The remainder stayed to witness the acts that would most-certainly appal most - if not all - modern religious groups (most-notably, the Vatican - due to its close proximity to the Forbidden City). They would grow weary, eventually being forced to retire after several female members of the populace began dramatically displaying affection toward the crucified Hierophants, forcing many of them to hold back from too vomiting their meals of the day.
As the troop returned to their vessels, the sounds of screams began to echo from the direction of the Palace, plumes of fresh smoke rising from the square. Yet, tired and exhausted, the reporters refused calls by the Press Chief to return to the seen of the acts. Instead, they marched onward, through the empty streets of Midian, traveling in the Twilight Hour to their chartered vessel from Cyprus. They quickly boarded and disembarked, retiring to their cramped chambers in an attempt to dislodge the images that had imprinted themselves onto their Mind’s Eye. Yet, most - if not all - of the journalists could not slumber, and forced themselves to the upper deck of the small vessel, staring blankly out at the night sky in the direction of Midian.
”It was... beautiful,” announced one of the reporters, immediately drawing several stares from the rest of the group.
”Are you fucking serious? They killed their rulers, mutilated them, ate them, and - with what was left - had sex with it!”
”Yes, but did you see their eyes? It was complete passion and adoration. Their eyes were glazed over with pleasure, their minds - I’m sure - ablaze with carnality and lust. It was beautiful.”
”Did I see the same thing you did? All I saw was a mass of flesh and faces; most of which, where twisted into various forms of agony.”
”Psh, fucking bullshit. You saw it; you had to! I mean, who wouldn’t love to live in a place where they could - daily - fulfill their deep desires? It was like Heaven.”
”If that was Heaven, then send me to Hell.”
The reporters remained quiet, keeping to themselves. Suddenly, the reporter that had remarked of the beauty of Midian rose, ”I must return!” He charged to the aft of the boat, and launched himself over the edge. The rest of the crew ran after him, but, upon inspect of the water below, were in awe as no man could be seen in the blackness of the Mediterranean Sea: no rippling waves, no disturbed water - nothing. It was as if he had simply vanished from the ship.
Upon arrival at Cyprus, the crew quickly reported the happenings to their various agencies, requesting that the footage be broadcast immediately (live documentation was forbidden by the Midianites) to the world. In most cases, it was. CNN, Rueters, and various other news-networks picked up the broadcasts and began relaying them around the world. Within a matter of forty-eight hours, the entirety of the civilized world new of the barbarian-like nature of the city of Midian.
The world had seen lust, and would now turn to dust.
The cool Mediterranean breeze blew in from the North, enveloping the city of Midian and its occupants. Shutters fluttered open and closed as curtains, tabards, and banners fluttered in the whirling wind. The city appeared vacant and devoid of life. A cat scurried across the cobble-stone street, chasing after a small wood mouse that had darted across before him. It was as if an entire civilization, an entire people had been removed from their place in the world. No hustle or bustle like modern metropolitan centers. No violently active markets or commercial districts. In fact, no stores lined the Mediterranean-influenced streets. It seemed that modern, capitalistic culture had stopped at the city walls. Along with a lack of these modern things, no street-poles for electrical wiring were present. No substations could be seen amidst the tightly-packed city streets. Electricity and other modern comforts seemed to be lacking. But why?
A gentle pounding began to echo from the South-East portions of the city. A large, ornately structured building could just be seen over the roofs of the two and three story high apartments. Smoke could be seen rising in the same trajectory; with that smoke, however, traveled a much more sinister companion: a distinct smell that could be identified by any individual who had ever been blessed with its scent before.
The pounding grew louder closer to the ornate building. Finally, upon arrival, the small press corps that had been permitted into the city (a collection of international stations), witnessed a thing of horror to those outside of the Forbidden City: centered in a massive square, surrounded by pillar-walls that extended from the ornate complex in the East of the city, sat a group of inverted crucifixes. Upon further inspection from the relative safety of their location, they would be horrified by the sight of men and women having been nailed to the oaken constructs. Hooks lay imbedded into the flesh around their cheeks and waists, and through the use of several mechanical contraptions, their dermal layers had been peeled back, revealing their internal organs that now lay flayed across the ground, rapidly being consumed by the amassed crowd.
Drawing their horrified facades from the central gore, the entirety of the situation was revealed: surrounding the crucified and disemboweled individuals was the entire population of the city. Yet, the actions they took was what truly drew back the reporters; for the population of Midian lay with one another, their bodies - man and woman, woman and woman, man and man, and various arrangements with beasts - entwined in various amalgamations of carnality and intercourse. A truly ghastly sight for any individuals who came from beyond the walls of the Forbidden City. A sight that would now be cast around the world for all to see.
A beginning for the Forbidden City. A new beginning for the Midianites.
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Carnal Palace of the Potentate, Midian
Newly appointed Potentate Hierophant Abdullah Alhazred stood on the massive balcony above the New Dawn Ceremony (removal of the old Potentate and his Hierophants and the replacing with a new Potentate and Hierophants), his dark eyes scanning the happenings below. As he stood, ebon-cloak-clad figures amassed about him. A leather-coated limb extended from one of the nearly 9-foot-tall beings, placing its digits upon Alhazred’s shoulder. ”It’s a new world. The Ones Who Dwell Without demand penitence from this world. They demand it from you, Hierophant.”
Without pausing, the Potentate extended his right wrist, rolling it to expose his veins. The beast behind him lowered his digits to Alhazred’s extended forearm, slicing its index finger across his flesh, releasing a sudden rush of vermillion-hued fluids. The being that stood to Alhazred’s aft dropped, a face extending from beneath the veil of the hood: a face devoid of flesh, with muscle tissue sunken into the very skeletal structure of the facade; large, ivory teeth extending from both maxilla and mandible; and a forked tongue that rolled from between his lips. The beast pressed his maw against Alhazred’s arm, digging into the wound, the flesh rising as the forked appendage rolled about beneath the dermis.
After obtaining his fill, the scarlet-soaked being rose, the flesh of the new Potentate healing quickly, a queer scar forming across his flesh where the being had bitten. ”You will serve the Term in the Grand Court of Azathoth, and you will prosper with the sects of the world. Ave.” With the simple utterance, the beings departed, leaving the Potentate to his desires, his oculars peering down to behold the mating of man to woman and woman to beast. He watched as peculiar beings slithered amongst the sprawled masses, encouraging them to consume the flesh of the former Hierophants and their Potentate - something they did with much enthusiasm.
Alhazred watched as the reporters from around the world filmed the atrocities and strange acts, making sure to note the arcane symbols that adorned the walls, pillars, and stone-floor of the square. A journalists, shuddered, fell, and even vomited amongst some of the acolytes below, regurgitating his lunch due to a combination of the non-Euclidean architecture of the Carnal Palace and the New Dawn Ceremony that happened only a few feet away. A reporter jumped back as a disfigured... thing lunged at him, its flesh being pulled back from its visage, exposing a rapidly decaying muscular layer, metallic pins driven directly into its skull. The beast that lunged was revealed not to want the man, but his regurgitated dinner, its tongue rolling against the masonry floor, lapping up the saliva, food, and acid mixture.
Over the next several hours, the reporters watched in awe and disgust as men and women pampered their deepest, darkest desires. Several of the international spectators fled after the fourth hour of the Ceremony, deciding to flee to the relative safety of their chartered vessel. The remainder stayed to witness the acts that would most-certainly appal most - if not all - modern religious groups (most-notably, the Vatican - due to its close proximity to the Forbidden City). They would grow weary, eventually being forced to retire after several female members of the populace began dramatically displaying affection toward the crucified Hierophants, forcing many of them to hold back from too vomiting their meals of the day.
As the troop returned to their vessels, the sounds of screams began to echo from the direction of the Palace, plumes of fresh smoke rising from the square. Yet, tired and exhausted, the reporters refused calls by the Press Chief to return to the seen of the acts. Instead, they marched onward, through the empty streets of Midian, traveling in the Twilight Hour to their chartered vessel from Cyprus. They quickly boarded and disembarked, retiring to their cramped chambers in an attempt to dislodge the images that had imprinted themselves onto their Mind’s Eye. Yet, most - if not all - of the journalists could not slumber, and forced themselves to the upper deck of the small vessel, staring blankly out at the night sky in the direction of Midian.
”It was... beautiful,” announced one of the reporters, immediately drawing several stares from the rest of the group.
”Are you fucking serious? They killed their rulers, mutilated them, ate them, and - with what was left - had sex with it!”
”Yes, but did you see their eyes? It was complete passion and adoration. Their eyes were glazed over with pleasure, their minds - I’m sure - ablaze with carnality and lust. It was beautiful.”
”Did I see the same thing you did? All I saw was a mass of flesh and faces; most of which, where twisted into various forms of agony.”
”Psh, fucking bullshit. You saw it; you had to! I mean, who wouldn’t love to live in a place where they could - daily - fulfill their deep desires? It was like Heaven.”
”If that was Heaven, then send me to Hell.”
The reporters remained quiet, keeping to themselves. Suddenly, the reporter that had remarked of the beauty of Midian rose, ”I must return!” He charged to the aft of the boat, and launched himself over the edge. The rest of the crew ran after him, but, upon inspect of the water below, were in awe as no man could be seen in the blackness of the Mediterranean Sea: no rippling waves, no disturbed water - nothing. It was as if he had simply vanished from the ship.
Upon arrival at Cyprus, the crew quickly reported the happenings to their various agencies, requesting that the footage be broadcast immediately (live documentation was forbidden by the Midianites) to the world. In most cases, it was. CNN, Rueters, and various other news-networks picked up the broadcasts and began relaying them around the world. Within a matter of forty-eight hours, the entirety of the civilized world new of the barbarian-like nature of the city of Midian.
The world had seen lust, and would now turn to dust.