Heresiarch (Ghost)

Ov Shadows | Heresiarch | 2024

Swedish Black Metal

The final album from this project

van helsing.

and just like that, @heresiarch stepped into the cleric’s good graces. head tilting back, florence releases a laugh that floats above the noise of the grove. “ really ? they mean nothing at all ? ”

not that she should tease – the rules were bent or ignored more times than she cares to count when traveling with. . . interesting companions. smiling for what might be the first time in days, she continues with, “ they get in the way, don’t they ? a friend once told me that it’s better to act, feign ignorance, and worry about the consequences if you’re caught. ”

HERESIARCH "Edifice" LP 2024 ('...Few stood intransigent, Stolid on the path. Warrior of the over-way, Atop the swarming rats. Seized the hammer, And forged the doctrine of overcoming')

1. Forged Doctrine 2. Manifest Odium 3. Noose Above the Abyss 4. Gloryless Execution 5. Tides of Regression 6. A World Lit Only by Fire 7. Swarming Blight 8. Mystic and Chaos 9. Hubris and Decline 10. Militate Pyrrhic Collapse

"False declaration of peace Old Zenith decapitated…. Annexed, effaced

Stratagem in the shadows Emergent terror, no longer dormant Architects of deceit, cultivate untruth

Fervent sleeper kills in silence Principles fall to moral ambiguity"

📂 - if you were to ask her she would say she's a cat person. she obviously loves both but in any situation where she might be forced to pick she would pick her cats. (tho she will always be a horse girlie first) 📂 - while she does enjoy both, she prefers painting / drawing over playing the piano / harp. 📂 - she loves writing letters and will use any excuse to write and send them. 📂 - she's not overly fond of wearing the color orange. (im talking like the pumpkin - tangerine shade range here. like orange orange not a shade that overlaps with another color)

@heresiarch asked :: 🤚 - to offer your muse a hand in dance .

after taking her hand he leads her towards where the crowd has gathered to dance. there are about a dozen or so people out there, crowding them in. it's a strange sensation that comes over him, a sort of knowing. from the memories in his head. memories of other men, lives he hadn't lived. this is his first time in this city, his first time doing this dance but he does it as if he's been born to it. his whole bloody life. he moves with her easily, getting a bit caught between the motion and the way that the dozens of memories flood through his head. it's unnerving. a feeling he can't shake. and how much of his life is being taken, too? for some other sorry idiot who was stupid enough to want answers -

     “You are welcome to say hello, he will not bite.” She gave a small nod to the little dragon curled up on the spare chair. One of several little creatures nestled about the room, they had taken a great liking to her presence, and she theirs. The Queen had risen from her seat to open up the window and allow the cool breeze of the late morning to enter. She had noticed the way the other woman was looking at him. “Despite their appearance, I’ve come to find that they are rather much like cats when they are young.”