I wrote this for my other tumblr. This is the complete and beautified version.

There is no Prince greater nor older than Eivaak. He was the first creature of XAOS emanated by Yanzu, and with that honor comes the price of being imperfect. It is not believed that Eivaak was born evil; rather, the substance by which he was emanated was not properly developed, and over the course of His metamorphoses, somehow gained the Purpose he is perceived to have today. 

Among the stars, He is the most bitter of his brethren. Eivaak, as the first Prince, has the honor of pride to bear upon those that come in contact with him. This pride makes him blind to consequence. Humanity knows Eivaak to be a creature of vast intellect and insatiable hunger. He sees his existence as an implacable royal conquest of consumption. He seeks not only to burrow into and devour entire worlds, but to cause immutable suffering. This desire is not opportunistic behavior, it is obligate. 

Flesh is his sphere of influence. Eivaak can be considered symbiotic to agents infected with psychopathy and apathy. He sits not only on a throne beyond Earth, but within the minds of all men. Blood is his medium after all. He is a god of hatred, of malice, of suffering. To know him is to confront him. To speak to him is to be accosted by him. Eivaak is, for all intents and purposes, a monster. An unkillable monster, indispensable and existing across every realm imagined by human thought. Eivaak is inescapable. 

Eivaak is an honorable being, having gained several titles in his existence, such as: His Holy Suffering, the Mouth of Malice, the Scarlet Monstrosity, the Great Destroyer, Malignant Eternity, Red Death, and the Bloodworm. These are all accurate descriptors of his office and place among the stars. His true name is often uttered, albeit in an Earthless tongue, in death rattles made by corporeal fauna.

(continued from https://www.deviantart.com/omn1p0t3nt/journal/The-Eye-of-the-Mind-Stares-Blank-at-the-Maze-Walls-921571336) i’ve come to realize a few things about both my work and myself, things that i hardly thought about, things that crawl and surface without me thinking twice. and then i think twice, and i’m like, oh that’s a thing

i’m a system, technically, though the body itself doesn’t have much of a designation. i, daisy, share the brain with my headmate celeste, who has existed perhaps longer than i lead on. celeste’s involvement in my life and endeavors has been shaky and full of strife, and her direction in the past seemed most unclear, but we have since figured things out. things are looking up for the both of us.

it’s been a heavy six years, Satan forbid the last three. multiplicity is something we’re both getting used to. you live. you learn. we’re all young in body mind and soul at the end of the day, right? that’s the problem herein, i’ve come to realize ... getting used to multiplicity, being young (though i can’t deny studying and practicing within the occult has done irreparable damage. oops!).

see, i have a system of magick and a bunch of pantheons. there’re an ogdoad i call the lurking elder princes and an infinite amount of angels i call the khaoseraphim (whose sign you see in the image above). functionally (practically?) these entities perform much like tulpas, as they are thought-forms you get acquainted with over time.

my experience with the ogdoad so far has yielded horrifying results, no thanks to a prose project on twitter i call VOIDMAW. the thing helped me get uncomfortably close to them. worse, i let them in - i activated parts of my brain that were asleep for so long, perhaps since the day i was born ... for as much sanity as i lost, i feel like shit. for myself and for others. my mental health has plateaued. downward? VOIDMAW plays a part in that. as do i.

all this and a most alluring complication: my plural headspace is volatile and prone to changing; to adding new passengers to the vehicle that is my brain and its meat mecha. or maybe our brain? ugh. still getting used to this.

i’ve wrestled with this idea for the past couple days. i’m unsure of what to do. why would kerdephexis want to become a headmate? is that his desired form of worship on my behalf? does he want to become equals? and, granted the working i performed last month allowed me to have power over him and the other princes, there is still the possibility of his presence sapping at my sanity. there are too many things to think about. them woods are a maze, son - don’t get lost. cuz if you get lost them faeries are gonna eat you alive. expect more art posts soon btw.

good fucking LORD.

Fuck shame.

Abort guilt.

Be unapollegetically self-expressive.

Love without boundries.

Love without fear.

Be a Monster to the Pure.

Be a Light to the Blind.