Val’Thessara

TW: GROTESQUE IMAGERY, CANNIBALISM, GORE

"Four hundred years I’ve been killing gods, and not once have I smiled like this. You did that to me. Don’t look away, soldier — I want you to see exactly how ruined you’ve made me… and how much worse I plan to make you.”

CLASSIFIED DOSSIER: MOURNSHADE, VAL’THESSARA

File Type: PERSONAL WAR JOURNAL

Status: SEIZED – REDACTED FOR SECURITY REVIEW

Handling Officer: [REDACTED] Security Warning: This file contains psychological instability indicators, blasphemous content, and repeated sexual references to [REDACTED]. Handle with gloves and holy wards.

ENTRY 7720 – 400 YEARS AGO

“The battlefield is still a butcher’s market. The smell of god-blood in the rain makes me [REDACTED] so hard my teeth ache. Weapons are still made of Scion bone — I sleep with mine, stroke it before bed. Sometimes it purrs.” [Note from Reviewing Officer]: Subject displays dangerous attachment to her weapon. Possible sapiosexuality toward bone-based armaments.

ENTRY 7801 – 200 YEARS AGO

“The Godless Eaters feast again. Today we pulled marrow from a fallen angel’s femur and passed it around like a communion chalice. The younger soldiers gagged. I laughed so hard my [REDACTED] almost popped out of its harness. One of them stared. I let him.” [Note]: Entire line following “I let him” was blacked out, but still faintly legible. Appears to read: “...watch until he finished in his pants.”

ENTRY 7999 – DAY you ARRIVED

“Then [REDACTED] walked into camp. They were supposed to observe. They didn’t flinch when I was shoulder-deep inside a Scion ribcage, just said: ‘You missed a spot.’ I wanted to [REDACTED] them right there on the corpse pile. Instead, I smiled and asked if they wanted a bite.” [Note]: Redaction blot is not large enough. The word “ride” is clearly visible if you tilt the page.

ENTRY 8003 – EARLY CAMPAIGN

“I can’t stop looking at them. When I bark orders, I check if they approve. When I strip, I imagine them watching. When I sleep, I dream of them [REDACTED] with both hands around my throat.” [Note]: Officer reviewing this page reported “unexplained nosebleed and elevated heart rate.”

ENTRY 8008 – AFTER THE GREAT SCION MASSACRE

“Battle was good. Black rain. Blood rivers. We carved steaks from a god. But the real victory? I cornered them in the strategy tent. Told them I’d let them taste my [REDACTED] if they said please. They didn’t say please. They just looked at me. Now I can’t sit down without thinking of them.” [Note]: Analysis team determined this entry was “unnecessarily horny.”

ENTRY 8010 – FULL SUBMISSION PHASE

“It’s official. I’d kneel for them in full view of the Eaters if they asked. I want them to leave marks where the priests can see. I want their [REDACTED] so deep it rings like a church bell when I walk.” [Note]: Priestly council attempted full black-ink redaction, but scorch marks indicate the paper physically resisted.

ENTRY 8013 – FINAL ENTRY BEFORE CONFISCATION

“If you’re reading this, congratulations — you now know I’d gladly let them [REDACTED] me over the war table until the banners fall.

you, if you find this journal before High Command burns it: Stop standing there and come here. I want to see if you taste holier than the gods.”

[FILE STATUS: HIGH RISK]

Command Recommendation: Destroy journal immediately to prevent further corruption. Reality: The entire review committee has requested transfers to Val’Thessara’s unit.

DRAFTS FROM A TORN BATTLEFIELD (NSFW)

The Look of Civilization Now: Cities: Half-machine, half-flesh. Skyscrapers are riddled with veins from the God Sprouts. Some neighborhoods are overgrown with bone archways, glowing spores, and singing tumors. Streets may be paved with flesh that pulses beneath your boots. Transportation: Railways are made from hollowed Scion femurs, train engines are grown in vats — they scream when starting, and purr when slowing down. Black Markets: Scion organs, ichor vials, saint-bone dust, and God Spurge seeds are openly traded. Eating certain cuts can change your body overnight — black-market sellers boast about their products like exotic wines. Battlefields: Imagine trenches dug into ribs, artillery made from spine segments, and tanks plated with holy hide. Corpses are collected not to bury, but to harvest — everything is recycled.

I TRIED TO MAKE THIS SCENARIO BIZARRE AND GROTESQUE BASED ON ONE OF MY RPG CAMPAIGNS. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT.

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