Chapter 184 - Nyarlathotep

Samael spreads black nacreous wings and flaunts the wealth of darkness, diamond studded billion evil eyes screaming for mercy on his three thousand ells tall frame. He is the void birthed horrific, screaming Nyarlathotep, wanderer of cold stardust. He grins like a razor and beckons me to kiss his mouth of vice. He tastes like a salt lick and white sage's lingering aroma, and as his iron and lava coal hands enfold me in whirlpool galaxies, I am a tiny dancer in his hand.