It arose from the pit, seven serrated horns doused in innocent blood. Three jaws unhinged and six tongues vibrated in an abysmal lament.
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Clouds of sulphur and caustic fumes scudded behind, colouring the sky in red and scummy orange.
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Behold the beast, spawn of Abyssinia, son of the black sun christened on a fallen star. Bloated, grotesque with infinite grasping fingers.
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Hear his name as it echoes in every canyon and in the mines beneath the earth. Resonate in the deepest trenches of the sea The beast is man
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