The craving of meaning, the craving of touch, the craving for the taste of a hearty spirit. Ambiance the flavor for those not ready to Awaken, a cheap snack for the monster on the tip of experienced Fangs.
Burn the facade, tear off the mask. Behead the revenant and nail a stake through its heart. Let its black blood leak out into the ancient dirt, where shades will rise and haunt the blind.
Let this be the reaper of your comfort. Let terror ride, let Fate go undecided as fear takes the reigns. Watch in awful delight as monstrous Claws rip open the fabric of reality, the flesh of enemies.
Embrace the crimson glory as ancient Horns pierce the veil and the black dragon's Tail chokes the spirit of the Logos.
They killed your God and to them your prayers are fed, this mystical hunger for spiritual blood from exsanguinated angels.
A prose of hunger, an ode to the ghosts. This is a haunting from the heart. Putrid existence on the tongue of cryptid hallucinations guides these fingers. The Inky Black Speaks.
Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family