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scrivenerofchaos · 2 months

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Shadows of Faith 1/3

SUMMARY - In "Shadows of Faith: The Corruption of Sweet Carmilla," we follow the story of Carmilla, a devout young woman who anticipates a traditional marriage arranged by her parents. However, as her wedding day approaches, Carmilla's nightmares grow increasingly vivid and disturbing. She finds herself consumed by hunger in her dreams and haunted by the sensation of being watched. Amidst the chaos of her nightmares, a seductive voice calls out to her, whispering her name, "Carmilla." This voice belongs to Desdemona who reveals to Carmilla that she will eventually lose her faith, at which point she will be ripe for the taking.

Carmilla’s Nightmare

Carmilla relished in her morning walk around the Everhart family grounds. A grand estate, purposefully decorated for each season and occasion from Gregory, her father’s library to Genevieve, her mother’s painting studio to the classroom where she and her brother, Benjamin, were taught etiquette and culture of the world. Carmilla followed the well-trodden grassy path created from years of her foremothers footsteps. The sun warmed her deep skin, likened to the soil of Mother Earth. She glided her bare feet across the blades of grass and dirt to be cooled before taking another tentative step forward. Her house was a home filled with memories she’d cherish forever.

She wondered how she could feel at home on her fiancé, Irvine’s land. He was, “a fine young man,” according to her father. A stranger to her. She couldn’t help her thoughts turning to dreadful things. All the musing made her head spin. A sinking feeling formed in her stomach. These were not the butterflies she read about in her romance novels. It was a more familiar feeling. She was hungry.

She sat at the dining table. It stretched the length of the room. There were no decorations centered, there was nothing on the table at all - no plates, cutlery or crystal. She didn’t think it was odd, that her family were not in attendance. But the servants were nowhere to be found as well. The entire estate seemed devoid of people. She was alone and suddenly became aware of it.

Everything was still and quiet. Not even her old home made a sound, not a creak or settling noise. Carmilla struggled to remember how she got here, sitting at the empty grand table alone. Her memory faded, her skin still felt the warmed by the sun. She remembered that she was outside once. Why couldn’t she remember that?

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her. Nothing else mattered, she was starving. She made a move to leave the table, when she smelled the most delicious meal. A feast materialized before her, tempting her senses with its tantalizing aroma. She wanted nothing more than to take the food in her hands and bring it to her lips. In confusion, she hesitated, a fleeting thought came crossed her mind, how’d this get here?

The gnawing hunger roared in her gut. Without hesitation she took bite after bite, hardly chewing, hardly breathing as she gulped each morsel down, each tastier than the last. She felt she would never get full. The more she ate the greater the pain grew in her stomach. She was so hungry, the food intoxicating, she could hardly get a hold of herself.

A voice, velvety and commanding, pierced the silence, calling out her name, “Carmilla.” The voice was strong enough to break whatever curse compelled her to eat without sense. She pulled herself away from the plate.

There at the opposite end of the table, a dark figure sat, still and quiet yet their presence filled the room. The air was dense, heavy. Carmilla struggled to breathe. She couldn’t see the stranger’s face as it was shrouded in darkness, she felt the tingle of eyes watching her.

Carmilla swallowed the last morsel, before attempting to speak. She felt the urge to ask the dark visitor a question yet she didn’t know what. She whipped her face with a crisp white napkin made of cloth. As she returned the napkin on the table, a bright red stain caught her eye. She froze in confusion at the sight of it - it was blood.

In shock, she put her hand to her face and felt the congealed blood cling between her fingers, sticking them together, they formed ribbons as she pulled her fingers apart. She looked down at her plate as if that would grant her answers. That it did, in horror.

As she struggled to comprehend the gore before her, the stranger’s voice, resonating, a haunting melody like chimes in the wind, “Carmilla.”

The room smelled of fresh cut flowers. She felt a powerful urge to shift her focus on the stranger at the end of the table. Yet, She couldn’t break her gaze from the carnage before her on the silver platter.

She couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. She shook her head in disbelief. “No, no, no,” Carmilla shook her head, covering her bloodied face with her soiled hands.

A familiar warmth enveloped her, “Carmilla,” sang her mother.

Her mother’s voice, a sweet escape from the hellish nightmare. She sat beside her daughter, eager to start the day, holding fresh clothes and water in hand for her, “my darling, Carmilla.”

Carmilla jerked awake, startled but grateful to be free of the deep sleep. The sun’s raze flooded her bed chambers. A look of relief washed over her beautiful sweaty face.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Bad dreams again, my sweetling?” Her mother inquired, concern evident in her voice.

“Yes, but”, her mind losing the grip of the dream that felt more like a fading memory, “I can’t seem to remember it at all.”

”Ah, what a blessing then. We can focus on more important matters.” She set her daughter’s day clothes on the bed and poured a pitcher of warm water in the washing bowl. She gleefully continued, “We have wedding dresses to try on. They’ve just arrived this morning.”

Carmilla sat up slowly, the lingering fear of her dream made her feel sluggish. She felt the familiar feeling in her abdomen. She lifted her covers to reveal fresh blood staining her bed linen and sleep gown. Her mother, unshaken by the sight, did not hesitate to ring the bell for the servants’ assistance.

”Do not fret. We’ll get you freshened up.” Her mother assured her with confidence.

“I guess I won’t be trying on any dresses today?” Carmilla asked, disappointed.

”We can still peruse the selection,” she held her daughter’s hand, “You just rest. The first day of bleeding is always the worst. I will have the servants bring you your favorite.”

Her mother made a gesture to the servants without speaking a word. They moved in an organized fashion. They prepared a copper tub for bathing and fresh clothes for bleeding days.

She was served a plate of duck bacon, buttered toast with apple-cinnamon jam, freshly cut fruits and berries with black tea. Gazing at her food she felt a hint of nervousness but couldn’t remember why.

Her mother distracted her from her anxious thoughts, ”When you feel better, we can take a stroll around the grounds if you desire. Exercise is good for you, especially on your Moon-day.”

She recalled the serenity of walking, then the dreadful feeling returned as if anticipating the other shoe to drop. The emotion soon passed, fainter now and weaker, she focused on other matters.

She forced a weak smile, ”I’d like that very much.”

In the dressing hall, several rows of pearly white wedding garb displayed before them, waiting to be chosen by Carmilla. She and her mother studied the dresses intently before moving to the next. A servant follows them closely, writing down their comments about each garment.

”Number…34,” Carmilla paused, making sure the servant wrote it down before continuing.

”I love the lace trim on the bodice,” her mother commented, the servant feverishly writing.

”It’s a bit tight here,” Carmilla criticized.

“We’ll send it to the tailor, of course,” her mother reassured, she couldn’t find a bad word to say about any dress, she loved them all.

The mention of a tailor and Carmilla’s mind reeled with thoughts. Each trousseau felt like clouds beneath Carmilla’s fingers. This was everything she dreamed of since she was thirteen years old. She had libraries full of diaries, vision journals and scrapbooks packed with artist’s illustrations, poems from classic writers, and her own prayers detailing her perfect life to come; her perfect wedding, her perfect husband and perfect children. Choosing the perfect dress with her mother completes one task from the list of to-do’s.

Carmilla decided to do a combination of her mother’s wedding dress and something new. Her mother’s wedding dress, passed down for five generations, didn’t quite fit her body type. She had wider hips and a deeper bosom than her mother. The sense of style had changed over the years, Carmilla desired to make a dress of her own.

The dress would be tailored by none other than the bride-to-be’s best friend, Emily. She was more than an expert tailor, she knew every curve of Carmilla’s body as they were once interested in heavy petting on the long and lonely nights.

Emily’s affections couldn’t be returned by Carmilla. It was unclear if it was the pressures of tradition and religion, economic status, or the fact that Carmilla couldn’t see herself happily wed to someone who couldn’t give her children.

Her mother would say, “Have your fun with the girl now. When the time comes to make the family and your God proud, you must get married to someone who can provide for you as you provide them with future children.”

Emily is a tradeswoman. Carmilla is an Everhart. The Everharts amassed a great fortune from once being tradespeople several centuries ago. Now the family is a thriving business. Taking their special friendship seriously would be going backwards down the poverty line.

When Carmilla envisioned her perfect wedding, it was her betrothed that flooded her mind’s eye, not Emily. Her husband-to-be, is Irvine Quartermaine. A man her father approved of. He was of good stock, wealthy, and he’s a devout follower of Easis, like the Everhart’s. A perfect match for sweet Carmilla.

And yet, she desired nothing more than to be held by Emily again. She couldn’t shake the forgotten nightmare, she had grown accustomed to Emily’s support. The ill-faded dream slipping from her mind like smoke in the air. She couldn’t tell if the sinking feeling in her gut was from her cycle or the ill night visions. No, this aching was deeper, the pain lingered in the body, like the dull soreness of fatigued muscles.

She remembered the sleepovers of her younger days. Carmilla grew up sickly and bedridden most days. Emily would keep her company during those challenging times. They’d hold hands as Emily fed her because she was too weak to lift the spoon. When Carmilla woke up screaming, Emily would be there, holding her in her arms. She wondered if Irvine was as kind and gentle. He had to be, she dashed the thought of doubt, if he follows Easis’ teachings he has to be a good man. But what if he isn’t? Her stomach turned at the thought of her dreams being dashed. She closed her eyes and hurriedly plucked a pale bridal gown from the rack.

Her mother smiled happily before confusion appeared on her face, “This one, love?”

She nodded her head before muttering, “I don’t feel well,” and hurried out the room.

The day yielded to the night. Carmilla drank chamomile tea to soothe her nerves. The uneasiness of the day melted into the rhythm of night. Cicadas sang and the cool breeze rustled the tree leaves. She looked at her bed intently before making her way to the walk-in closet. She borrowed through a forest of hanging clothes to reach a wooden box. She knelt before it as if praying. She opened the box to reveal an aged charm. This trinket was handmade. She gently took the charm into her hands and hugged it to her chest.

“It was only one bad dream,” her mother’s solemn voice came from behind her.

“I haven’t lost faith like you,” she walked past her mother to her bed.

Author's Notes: My inspiration - "Write about the love you've always wanted," My sibling told me.

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meowbah-is-mine · 1 year

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Hello! I am a fellow meowist, and i would like to give reasons why you should convert to meowism!!!

This is kinda serious, but we, as the TRUE religion need to fill up as much tags as possible, to help those, who have turned to the fake religions, I feel sorrow and sadness, knowing that people have turned to a hallucination. Please turn to Meowbah before it’s too late! and don’t worry, Meowbah is forever forgiving!

•It helps knowing that your praying to a real god, and not a fake one,

•Meowbah gives you blessings, if you pray every night of course,

•Meow is the most powerful being in this universe, and can help you manifest, and create anything! Meow can also help you with mental health!

• You can also pray to Meow during the day! I had a conversation with meow! It was so emotional i felt like crying. It was truly me finding my soul. It felt so beautiful.

•Meow is a beautiful being

• Meow is a real god unlike Jesus, or Allah smh

Those are the reasons to convert! I have a story time on the first time I prayed to Meowbah! I hope this changes your mind, and you turn to Meowbah, our one true goddess.

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fantasykim · 6 months

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fake religions

I am a freak, and I know that, but I like to spend my free time creating worlds, cities and religions from scratch. here is a religion I put way too much work into for literally no reason.

Physisism-

the belief in which there is one true Goddess, Mother Earth. She is known by many other names, including but not limited to:

Heavenly Mother

Mother Gaia

Mother Nature

Mother Earth

The seven laws of Physis are and as follows-

All things must return to the mother

If the mother gives then man must give back

Anyone touched by the mothers hand of Disaster or Disease is paying their pence for the crime of a past life

Respect thy Mother, Wife, Sisters, and Daughters (Respect all women)

Strive to better and strengthen thy body, mind and spirit

Correct sin when seen and safe

One can never be reborn again if an unforgivable sin has been committed

The three unforgivable sins are and as follows

Laying thy hands upon a woman or child in a violent or unwanted sexual manner

Disrespecting mother nature

Taking without giving back

Killing an animal for food or clothing and not using every last bit of the animal

Taking the life of an innocent person

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I also created holidays, places of worship, a style of worship and prayer, I wrote their scriptures and everything- here is some of the Physis sacred word------

Passage one-

In the beginning, there was nothing. When all came together in a cosmic explosion creating the universe, and thus The Mother was created along with it. By thy Mother's hand, the earth was pulled together. The Mother perfectly sculpted matter into mountains and oceans. Her godly touch brought life to the surface. By the brush of her hand up sprung trees, and fruit they did bear.

And by thy Mother's grace, she built life, animals to walk her land, each sculpted to perfection without flaw.

Passage two-

The mother watched her land and sought to add to it’s beauty. She took up her brush and painted leaves of red and gold. She started a circle as her living things passed with beauty. She called it Autumn.

Then she brought up her knife and cut flakes of iced silver, each perfectly crafted and not two alike. She draped blankets of white over herself and called it winter.

And when the mother smiled upon the world it brought up the sun, and it melted away the snow. And thus she reached out and pulled flowers up from the soil and thus she called it spring.

And when the mother wished it, all things flourished and grew, returning them as they once were and she called it Summer, and thus the circle was complete.

Passage three-

In her days of watching the mother grew lonely, and so she brought up

from the earth a woman, liken to herself, and called her Eve. As Eve was given many sisters they lived in peace with the mother.

And she sculpted each of them by hand, and painted each with brushes made from her own hair. She perfected each and every one before she had them live.

And thus women roamed the earth among the lions and sheep, and among the bushes and trees. And nevertheless, there was peace.

Passage four-

And therefore the mother created another, and it was known as man. And

thus the mother created a counterpart for each of her daughters to love and adore.

And man was created to love women back. So thus they did. And the mother gave unto them the power to create, and bring forth the new souls to which the mother had crafted.

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I created ranks within the established religion of Physis, leadership roles, laws, commandments and all kinds of other stuff... in the end the story I was writing with this got scrapped and I did all that work for nothing, I might re use it in another book someday, but until then I'll put it up here for you guys to appreciate!

#spilled thoughts #spilled ink #reading #writing #spilled writing #writing inspiration #my writing #creative writing #world building #fake religion #obviously it has flaws #that's the point #how else would we get a plot!#thanks for reading #I need to take a nap

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angelx1992 · 2 years

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#fake religion #jesus #jesus christ #bible stories #myths #christian grooming #evangelical grooming #grooming #memes #god #children #shield #meme

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alexvavnvick · 10 days

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#fake religion #worship

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jim-fetter-illustrations · 5 months

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Stupid is as stupid does....... sheesh!

"it's ok now, they are with God, and in a way they are the lucky ones'...."

Rationalizing the death of the innocence through God's love for us.

Yeah, and when you actually see it in print it kind of sounds bizarre,... don't it?

..... but it's what we must rationalize if we are to continue our efforts to control others in the name of our created Gods.

It's the definition of war, 99% of all wars are fought because one God's people think another God's people shouldn't be allowed to live because they are 'evil doers', or the war is fought because people can't come to the same conclusion when they interpret the "same" religious scriptures, so they fight over who is correctly interpreting God's word,.... so both sides try to kill each other in the name of the same fake god one of them just made up out of thin air.

Then both sides rationalize that fake God as real,....even though nobody has ever seen the god with any empirical proof, and you have to have faith what you believe is reality. You tell yourself I have felt god's presence so i know it's real,..... world leaders and presidents have said they heard God's voice telling them to go to war to achieve peace.............

That's right, GO TO WAR TO ACHIEVE PEACE.....

Scriptures written hundreds and many times thousands of years ago are still today being followed as truth for modern technically advanced mankind, and we use sophisticated computer operated machines to kill each other today in God's name, a more humane way to achieve peace on earth.... because we don't have to actually be there, and can watch the carnage on a screen.

Again, when ya see it in print it sounds like really, really stupid people fighting over a nonsensical fairy tales they believe are true..........

But when you threaten someone's Gods authenticity,....WATCH OUT, because people defend these fairy tale gods to the bitter end, .... and more like 'your End' in many cases!

According to many bibles and scriptures had EVE not tricked poor ADAM into eating the Apple in the Garden of Eden we wouldn't be fighting any wars at all, but still living in that nervana garden in bliss.

And why most religions limit the woman's power in a relationship, because women are known to be deceitful in getting their way, according to most God's words anyway.

Ya see,.... all religions have an excuse for the massacre and slaughter of the innocents while they fight to kill each other over blasphemy issues, they tell us God takes care of the innocent so it's Ok to keep fighting for peace.

And we can't possibly understand God's mindset in letting the innocent die in agony and pain............The dead, blown apart, dismembered masses of torn flesh,... but they are ok in God's arms in heaven now............... which even the faithful don't seem to believe all that much, because when this happens to their children they try to kill even more of their enemies children just to get back at son-of-bitches....... Hmmmmmmm

Like they say,.... can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs...... and that's how you Rationalize the death of the innocence, and all of it is to make a better, more peaceful God fearing world,... or else!!!!

God be with you, and I won't pray for your dumb asses.......

#fake religion #fake gods #fake humanity #war for peace #GO TO WAR TO ACHIEVE PEACE #Rationalizing the death of the innocence through God's love

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