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❝ And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. ❞

An independent, selective horror OC based on the depiction of the Lovecraftian god Nyarlathotep.

Themes of horror, violence, manipulation and other triggering content. NOW A MULTI-MUSE. 18+ only. Written by M (They/them. 30yo). EST 07.22 - Low activity

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It's a strange sight, the god leaning back in their chair, eyes closed and brows furrowed. A weariness radiates off them, thick and in waves. They're not quite asleep, but they aren't awake either, some strange middle state.

Yet, despite this fact they remain in their mortal form, with not even a visual ripple to signal discomfort. In fact, when the door opens they don't even move, not a flutter of their eyelashes. How odd!

The sound of them slamming their fist into the wood of the table, echos around the small hollowed out room.

"Stop squabbling." The god commands of the three hooded folk before them, all of which go rigid the moment they hear their gods voice. "He's not here now, and therefore you've wasted my time. I don't care who's fault it is."

With a click of their fingers one of hooded cultists begins to tremble, their body slowly moving into convulsion. Bones break and flesh tears till there's nothing but a pile of gore and fabric mingling on the floor.

"Do I make myself clear?"

There's clamouring as the last two members rush out of the abandoned building and toward whatever goal they had previously been set before the god's head rolls. Sharp crackling filling the air as the glowing mauve eyes settle on the person that had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Fingers mindlessly twirl the straw of her drink, causing the ice cubes inside to clink softly. On the table beside the modest yet delicious meal, the camera sits, switched off for now.

Through pursed lips, she lets out a quiet huff. But her slowly batting lashes reveal that her mind wanders elsewhere. It's not until she feels the fingers on her shoulders that she snaps out of the trance, a barely bitten back yelp escaping her.

When Nyar gets possessed by a family member they remember every single thing that happens to them. All the pain, the discomfort, the memories...all of it. It's like they're a spirit, watching their body go about their business.

So, when Nyar possesses Bellamy, they wipe his memory entirely, leaving only the suggestion of what has occurred. Bellamy will not feel any pain or discomfort till Nyar has left the body, and he is left to handle the aftermath.