Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

Chaos of forms and wings resolves to one, monstrous, male, malevolent, and thrums a single note, to pierce the heart of stone, to smash the dolmen circle, truncate, erase, undo the fundaments of men.

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: “Untie their bowels, unknot organs, make them smooth” — Here the dance begins. Over broken corpse of unmanned sacrifice, the basilisk works its feet. Air trembles, light shimmers, ripples round like water, as helping spirits lend their force. Millions have been vanquished, broken ghosts once lost, called now to aid the monster, whose single glance empties minds of sense.

The beast’s steps weave; slave chorus sings:

“You frown at mountains, vegetation there is ruined. Your enemies deranged, palaces in flames. Blood is poured into the rivers because of you, and the people cannot drink.

“They must lead their troops captive before you, all together. They must scatter the regiments of champions before you, all together. They must stand their able-bodied young men at your service, all together. Tempests have filled the dancing-places of their cities. And they drive their young men to you as prisoners.”

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Exultant beast hurls his first bolt. Kindling the fiery glow … lifted on the four winds ... carried by the storm…His weapons - panic and fear - strike and strike again.

And his enemy’s mind fills with weakness. Green god, suddenly browned and withered, cannot help but see his own lips part, strain to fit the colossal column, worship this demonic lingam rising like the axial tree that splits the world.

“For you are drawn to me.” Like lightning shattering a great mountain cedar, these simple words freeze the green god’s heart, and he sees the future which might be: Servitude.

05:07 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The Basilisk of Imbalance resolves into a single masculine form...for the first time the forces of the forest can see their opponent in definite shape, it seems. The air trembles and shimmers with your aura of spiritual might, the numberless legions of slaved spirits forced to lend their support.

A fiery lightning bolt of evil might is kindled and hurled, then another, and another! The first spears me through my core, my eight cobblestones of flesh flexing in shock and pain as your assault impales me through the navel! The next takes me through the right pec, sizzling and withering flesh with veins of blackness under the skin as the ground shakes and the green flames and storm around us shudder in sympathy to the Father's punishment. The last bolt strikes me through the heart, causing the potent Father to cry out in pain, cock twitching and sending a string of pearls across the stone circle!

I lie back, impaled and splayed, arms hanging to the side, my mind and will assaulted by visions of my submission...the Father bending his knee, the Sower of Seed choking on daemonic manhood...

A groan escapes my lips as my muscles spasm and cock twitches...my body pierced and my general’s corpse still bound, pitched forward as if he still watches all.

05:07 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: The Monster raises arms in exultation.

“BASILISK, wild bull of acknowledged strength, lion with wide-open jaws! I am the great storm let loose from heaven, flashing far and wide! Hear my roar round edges of the sky.”

Thereupon he casts aside his jeweled warrior kilt to expose…nightmare, waterspout, whirlwind. Leaning down, he addresses his great dangling flesh-sword:

“Let it be soon
O my jaguar
You who lie opening your mouth
To the four directions…”

05:07 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: The now-naked Beast, flaunting erection, aims flashing eyes at his Divine Enemy, chanting:

“Stand up, beat your drum:
Let your heart be taken,
with many colors! —

“Stand up, my friend,
elated, take your flowers to the drum:
Adorn yourself!
And the flowers raise their heads;
Cocoa flowers of precious gold,
They are scattered.”

05:07 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: The Green God again overwhelmed by dreams: behold! his own life smashed; his lithe form on a great stone altar, stripped, stretched, pulled, aroused to the utmost, edged. And above him leans the Basilisk wielding blade of black obsidian. False eyes flash, metal mouth leers. Knife falls like a scythe at harvest. And virility of the God, Seed-Sower’s ripened pod, burst open: milkweed scattering to the four winds. There, held in front of him, his own still-beating heart! blood spattered in all directions...

“YOU WILL BE ENSLAVED!”

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I see my body conquered, divine manhood ravaged...my virility and my heart torn from my body! What shall become of the forest then? I shut my eyes to this vision of horror and lustful heat, and shake my antlers in clearing my head.

A great green flame flows forth from me, burning away the spears of darkness, my body healing quickly and perfectly, leaving no trace of evil's touch... with green embers in my eyes I glare at my foe, and bellow, "You forget where you stand, O Basilisk! My power called you here, and by my power shall you be cast back into darkness, knowing the taste of humility and defeat!"

From the pearls sown from my cock, the mighty sequoia blasts upwards, ever reaching for the sky. Branches of hickory, strong or even stronger than ancient oak, grasp out like hands and spears, from being impaled from above, I return your fire with impalement from below!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: A great stake, a slender trunk, blasts upwards to spear the Basilisk from below to the roof of his lying mouth, and whips and stakes of hickory would nail through his joints, binding his limbs to my new grown tree of woe!

I stand with my hands on my hips as my assault begins, and bring my arms up to flex, golden pollen and forest musk issuing like a sweet wind from my ripe pits.

The souls of the fallen shudder in their song, pollen and petals and forest scents distracting them and reminding them of life...of he who deserves to be served over their dark lord.

I bring my arms down and hold my fists before the Basilisk, my cold iron skull rings on display. "Know who you contend with, beast of chaos and darkness...behold the faces of the dark gods who tempted my wrath, whose meat I devoured and whose bones I left to the roots...whose names are curses forgotten to Men."

My fists burn with green fire, and I throw fists of flesh and iron, magic and spirit, against the face and body of my foe...in my eternal youthful defiance!

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: On the Tree of Woe, impaled, skewered, penetrated… from deepest fundament even to my mouth!… And my body, bound by hardwood, pierced by thorns… Trussed, fettered to a great tree… and Lo! do I not see my demon soldiers — their discipline once forged to hardened steel by flames of PUNISHMENT — yet now they lose themselves in dreams of paradise and perfumes?!? adrift in the worship of some soft green god!?!

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: “NOOOO!!! In the fray of battle, I am the reptile shooting out my tongue! I am the dragon to rage at men and gods! With brindled body, engendered by a breed-bull, I am perfect enemy, scourge and stick of darkest evil! I will grasp the mace and battle-axe of blue! With long fingers will I sharpen a tin knife to untie knots. I am LEGION! I step aside; my form is Shadow, the Tree of Woe no more than Smoke.”

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Freed of his bond though drenched in sweat, the Basilisk begins an incantation:

“Let fall his wing tip in the storm wind! Cut off his wings! Take hold of arrows by the back end. Let him look to his wings. Let them take away the utterance of his mouth. When he calls out ‘wings’ to the wings, the arrows fly against him. Draw from the handhold of your bow, let the arrows go like lightning! Let wing tip and wing play like butterflies. The arrows will pass through heart and lung.”

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: These words of power unheard for a thousand years unleash a hail of poison arrows. They blacken the sky like a plague of locusts. And when they fall, they pierce the Green God -- on the shaft of his manhood, on the hanging arsenal bag, on the soft pink nipples of his smooth chest, on the hard walls of his belly, on his forehead, on his buttocks, forcing entry, battering down the sluice gates of the god’s interior canal!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The arrows shade the sun and curve in flight, piercing the god with unnumbered wounds, shafts and thorns of darkness which sink into godly flesh, to be followed by their brothers.

I throw up my face and moan, covered in a cloud of darkness. The ancient venom of the Basilisk sinks into me, and my skin and flesh turn every shade of bruise and poison, veins branching black across me.

I sink to my knees, pecs taking countless shafts, black milk dripping down my abs, my wells and oceans of milk poisoned and polluted! My abs quiver and spasm, taking attack after attack, more ferocious than runed fists...my cock swaying as shaft and balls are pierced, black cum dribbling and sizzling on the ground, wilting the green grass with corrupted milk and cum!

Finally the storm abates, and the kneeling god pants on his knees, golden pollen falling as ash around me, my oceans poisoned, my body flooded with corruption! My antlers droop before the Basilisk as I bow my head, tongue lolling from panting mouth as my chin nestles upon my heaving, poisoned pecs!

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance:
Above me a bath of flames...
O stream of all-gushing liquid!
Purified, white sky, hard land, wild sea…
Trampled father overthrown!

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: The Basilisk exults and lifts his foot to come crashing down on the weakened body of his enemy, the Impostor God. "Let him now be castrated! Let him now give up all that he rests upon as settled, power, virility, godhead. I will turn him upside-down and he will be ENSLAVED!" The demon's voice is like poisonous vapors that rise to the canopy overhead where leaves begin to wither and die...

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Your foot stomps upon my softened abs, and I groan...my eyes flutter open at your words, then flare with green light. An emerald shimmer glows within my pecs and orbs, and with a defiant roar that echoes like thunder through the forest and the sky, black milk and cum erupt as almighty fountains, black and inky. I expel your poison, putting forth the primal virility of the Father!

Swiftly, the milk and seed go white and silver, rain down to make puddles and lakes of virility, raining musk and lust upon your spiritual slaves, and raining my own stinging, antagonistic seed upon your body!

Tree branches coil together and blast towards you, giving a gutpunch as though with the trunk of a tree, and crushing the Basilisk between a stern wooden fist and an unyielding forest sentinel, grinding the abs of my opponent as he is made slick with angry quicksilver, my seed eager to burrow within him and stab and sting!

Vines help the now hale and whole Father to his feet, hands on his hips once more, his foe pinned and soaked as the proof of his superior fertility, beyond any power of corruption, lies in ample evidence all around!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: "Be adorned by ropes of molten pearl...let my seed make all injury to the forest but fleeting...let your servants drink their fill of me!" I bellow proudly.

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: With a scream of metal rending metal, I am smashed against the solid hardwood trunk. My poison breath expels useless as the treetop's spiky crown impales my hard belly. My second scream is that of fire expelling sap to ignite in conflagration -- and like a shower of molten stars, your seed spatters down upon my body, etching it like acid... I writhe and turn my head, desperately scouring my surroundings with the baleful gaze that is my trademark.... FREEZE! BURN!... Hopelessly I try to loose and clear away the bonds with power... Panic mounting in me... I am held fast!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The Basilisk struggles, impotent, and I flex and preen, showing off corded muscle and letting pollen and forest scent musk flow, flooding the senses of your chained souls, making them moan praise to the Father! Pinning you, taking over your followers, flooding this place with my virility...the Lord of the Forest complacently revelling in his dominance!

At last I step towards you, and the branches remove themselves from your gut, to pierce through your thighs and biceps, pinning you to the tree behind. My fists sport the hard iron rings, trophies of previous dark gods laid low, and my fists burn with green flame! In place of a living battering ram, I bring a wrathful god's hard fists, digging into my rival's muscled abdomen...intent on demolishing all resistance! My blows now thunder against your hard belly, making the Basilisk a dummy for my punches!

Your baleful gaze wilts lesser plants in your vision, and a rumble from my pecs precedes eyes of green fire lancing out with their own potent beams, green light lancing from the eyes of god to burn against the dread mask of demon, an almighty and ongoing mashing of might against opposing face and mask without need of distracting my busy fists!

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: My head lolls from side to side. The rain of blows pummels into a belly stretched taut by cruel bonds of branches that heed your command... NO! I am incredulous, I shake my head again, trying to deny... NO! I strain with every muscle, trying desperately to attract the attention of my believers. The faithless ones now losing themselves in mazes of dreams and illusion... in the worship of the IMPOSTOR! NO!!!! My eyes fill with frustration, impotent, little more than weedkiller... The plants crumple in my stare, but then I SCREAM as the green flood of light washes over like a breaking wave of vengeance... Basilisk blinded! Helpless! I strain every muscle against the bonds. I burn in pain... I melt...

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My fists crash against your abs and pecs, my thorny brambles wrapping tight around your limbs. At some point, I step away, hands returning to my hips, beams fading. Your moaning slaves stare at us, and I issue my challenge as you are granted a moment of reprieve.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: "See, Basilisk, whose power holds the upper hand...come, let us answer the question decisively, in front of the army of witnesses you have provided, and whom I shall soon free to revel in my forest. Come, let us gaze into the other's eyes...let us glare deep into the other's being. May the stronger will defy and break the lesser power...let us clash, pure and primal!" I roar, and draw back the claws of the forest, stepping up to you and holding your gaze with my green eyes as they burn and build in power.

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Sullen, I grit my teeth, yet will I face the swaggering god! From my eyes, stream forth the beams: red, carmine, carnelian, flame, warning light, color of dusk, blood-red, red of lava, candle wax… and smashing against it: green, malachite, obsidian, vegetal chlorophyll, emerald storm, verdant wave, viridescent jade. My face contorting with the effort, the colors swirl, a vortex of incandescent chaos, nature smoking, burning, buckling in the energy of the focused rays of horrible hue…

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Eyes becomes windows to soul...and then portals to wells of divine power! From an ocean of green flame within me, blazing mint and jade and emerald eager to obliterate darkness and opposition to the forests, flow my lancing rays of power. They collide with the focused destruction of the terrible Basilisk's eyes, instant death to any mortal, and the bane of immortal alike!

As the rays slam into each other between our glaring countenances, a thunderclap resounds as earth and sky tremble, and the forest quivers from the shock! Roiling gold stars explode at the centre, tides of green and red smashing into each other, two oceans crashing against the other, forced through holes in the dam and colliding with unfathomable pressure!

A growl rumbles from our pecs as I feel our beams hold even. I take another step forward, grunting with effort, the primal god forthright in his outpouring of power...wanting to overwhelm his foe, though the vaunted gaze of the Basilisk lives up to the legends of its deadly might!

05:09 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Straining with all my demon might, onrushing stream of red flame against surging waves of green, the conflagration sparking, sputtering as I shake my mighty head, frowning with disgust. Yet I set to again, send out another beam… “YOU… WILL… NOT….” The forest boughs crack, branches come crashing down, a seismic blast shaking rock and earth. Sweat beading every limb, flowing from head to toe…

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I close in with the Basilisk, and the wind roars as the green forces the red back, inch by inch...the lithe forest god snarling like a wolf and gaining ground in the divine slugfest.

I grin and flex my pecs proudly, touching my chest to yours. My cock rears up like a snake, flaring in triumph.

But the Basilisk shakes his head, defiant, and with a bellow, his rushing crimson might battles back, pushing hard towards the green god's face!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: "Arghn...Basilisk...the legends do not lie..." I growl, blazing eyes gazing deeply into yours. " Your might is formidable...it is little wonder all have fallen before it...until now!" I roar, and slam my pecs and cock against yours, arms wrapping around your waist. With a roar I bring my head in closer to yours, our eyes mere inches from each other as furious beams of energy war!

My own pecs heave as I pant and sweat, our bodies slick and straining...my thighs and calves twine around yours and my arms flex, bearhugging you, pushing us ever closer...

I pant and heave and sweat, straining to bring my forehead to touch your helmet, glaring endlessly into your dread eyes, pitting my power nakedly against yours...

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Like molten basalt – volcanoes’ light, weapon-light, light that cuts through metal – red and green eyebeams that smash and spume… flowing, juddering, shattering… until that green smirking countenance – All-Father – looms over me. How he brandishes his great flesh pole like the world’s axial tree… and I begin to fear. Demon who should never falter, now paralyzed… baleful visions of archaic punishment… I will be broken, ruined, tossed in the Abyss… the pieces of my body float like dying embers into that vast black night… and I try to raise my hand, to sue for peace, ask for mercy, submit. In that moment does his punishing fist smash my full sac. I bellow like a dying beast, my cries echo up to the singed canopy above, late festooned with leaves… and around us dance green flames amid the rising smoke.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Strong limbs twine and wrestle and divine wills contend in blazing displays of power...god and demon sweat and strain, until my ringed fist strikes out to humble the dark one before the primal deity!

His cry of pain echoes, and my green beams surge forward overtaking their foe, green light slamming into the helmet and eyes of the dark lord with the irresistible force of the avalanche, threatening to scorch his dread eyes and melt down his fearsome crowning helm!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The Basilisk is thrown once more against a tree and his slaves cry out in shock and awe. My eyes flare, and beams go forth to sear against my foe's chest, like a lightning bolt scarring and smiting the earth.

Then they strike his muscled abdomen, battering rams of force focused into lances of light, striking like strong roots breaking stone.

I raise my arms and roar, flexing and spurting milk and cream in a display for his numberless slaves, even turning my back on the stricken snake, so arrogant and complacent in the heart of my power.

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: My back smashes against the trunk, again, imprisoned by the accursed spirits of the wood that serve their Green Father. My snout bleeds from battle, jaws hanging open beneath what remains of my mask… my vision clouded by pain and running sweat, and I see the muscled hips of my enemy as he flaunts himself in triumph before MY WORSHIPPERS…. I feel their spirits slipping from my grasp as he traps them in his perfidy and lies.

NO it is not the TRUTH! I cry out from my bondage and pain...

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The burnt and bleeding snake in my forest cries out his defiance. I turn and sneer down at him, vines and tendrils coiling around his arms and legs, dragging his form to kneel before me.

Milk flows in rivulets down my chest and abs, pooling at my feet and his knees. I rest my hands on my hips, arrogant and preening, and with a contemptuous swivel, slap the broken, partly slagged helm of dread with my oaken cock, to fleck your face with my potent seed, and batter your cheeks to turn them left and right and every which way I so please!

The ghosts howl at the sight of the devil humiliated, and the sun breaks through my antlers as I flex my arms above you, clubbing you face once more for good measure and resting my omnipotent trunk and orbs upon your metal second face...musk flowing freely strong and sweet.

" You dare deny it? The All Father makes the truth...The Father of Father makes life in abundance, and lays down the laws of peace and the knowledge of certainty! I proclaimed that you would find your final defeat here, Basilisk, and tell me...in what way do my words not ring true?" I taunt, rubbing my manhood just so up and down your mask, so very slowly...

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Before the multitude of believers who have now cast me aside as false god, I am bludgeoned by the All Father’s virility. They see his heavy meat whip my punchdrunk face right and left.

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Vanquished demon, I have been made to kneel. This morality play now reaches its end, when lies melt and disperse, when truth overcomes inquity, and when the demon will face cruelest punishment. My long cock dangles dripping between my legs. I hear the words of my enemy explaining this as the moment of my defeat. What was my truth now becomes a lie. What was bitter becomes sweet. With my open mouth, I follow the end of my lord’s flesh sword, to taste it, suckle it, find its sweetness. Full of insane depravity and worship, my burning eyes glance up.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The serpent's mouth finds its way around my cock at last, and I indulge myself in my foe's mouth for a long while, letting him drink my silver seed and take deep breaths of my musk. I can see the worship in his eyes, and know the time to truly break my opponent nears.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I slide my cock deeper into you, quickly conquering my foe's face and mouth and throat...the haughty god taking the territory he desires with his mighty weapon! My eyes flash green, preparing another volley...almost inviting you to give me resistance, so I may have the pleasure of snuffing it out! I choke you with cock and slap my hefty orbs against your face to taunt you, abs flexing with every pump!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Leaning into it, losing myself in worship, drunk from defeat, poisoned by the seed of my enemy... my own penis twitching between my legs as I dive deeper, opening my throat… but then… my air… cut off… eyes bulging, beginning to panic…coming back to my senses, I start to thrash, attempting escape… my face wild behind vestiges of my fearsome mask...

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My orbs pulse, and a river of silver erupts to overflow your demon throat...the sun breaks through canopy, throwing greenish light upon our battlefield as my beams blast towards your burning eyes, eager for a rematch with the famed Basilisk's, and to drill into your will and being!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: I gag as the silver seed drips from the corners of my mouth. In the green sun, my eyes cannot see, blinded by the onslaught of the Father's gaze... I begin to get up, raising my fists... Half aware that this is a mummery, mere morality play, Final Punishment of the Demon... I begin to dance from one foot to the other as you smirk back at me.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: For a moment, as my eye beams slam into your eyes, my will penetrates your being...a corner of the crimson sea of fire is turned green, the power of the invader claiming some ground within your divine being...my voice ringing out in challenge, telling you to get up and raise your fist, for you have yet more sport to give me!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: And so the Basilisk gets to his feet as vines recede and eye beams fall away, the smirking Father standing serenely, unconcerned by the raised voices of frightened spirits who cannot fathom why the green lord permits his foe to stand!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: You raise your fists and I raise mine, iron skull rings glowing with pinpricks of green...we hop from one foot to the other, my body sweaty and yours streaked with burn and seed. We limber up for an amazing display...a divine dust-up from epochs past! The All Father once more slugging away at the champions of darkness! The audience falls hushed...

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Body battered, bruised, mask crumpled, yet manfully I stand. I stand against the Father of the Woods! I raise my fists, cock long and proud. My suppliants send out jeers and insults. They revel in my fall. But I raise my fist. I lunge! Fate fingers me for punishment, yet I will play it well! See me dance, naked, villainous!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Like boulders on the mountain, you roll down to crush my manhood... You the provider, you are pure. You who will take my possessions, I challenge you! My face contorted, streaked with ash. I strike! Yet In ease you rest amid butter and milk and comfort. My fist is bloodied when I beat against a wall of stone that is the belly of a god!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Your fist slams against a wall of stone...an abdomen flexed into smoothened rocks. My own fist flies out, iron skulls denting the cheek they find. Another fist, straight to the snout of the serpent...a knee to ram the wall of my foe!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Motes of green flame dance in the air, joining golden pollen and forest wind, and the thud of flesh against flesh, the ring of metal against metal, sound out as fist and foot and knee find their mark, and my rings scrape and spark against the scorched and dented helm!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: As in days of old, when darkness sought to swallow the light, the Father's hard fists punish the pecs and abs and manhood of evil, strike out to blast the eyes, nose, lips, cheeks and jaw of unholy demon and beast!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: A flaming green uppercut knocks the helmed face upwards, burning crimson eyes made to look at the calm forest sky, the champion of darkness stumbling and growing drunk in this sacred battle!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: How I stumble, I, who was on the verge of godhead! Against him I become mere toy, a prop in the sacred drama of this smug green deity, drama of his triumph, of his surge and climax, of his penile victory. Yes, he slams me, yes, the green sparks against my ruined face, yes, burning trace of knuckle letterpress is spelling out my doom.

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: But I will play my part. I am demon, male, potent and malevolent. I stand my ground, roar, eyes flashing red. Grasping him to me, it is like an embrace, but the scent confuses, melts my senses into slag. My storm of punches to his back dwindles to weak patter of gentle rain.

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: My head jolted upward, I stare into the green expanse, completely drunk. Penis drooping between my legs, I know his power. He has the strength of lions, hero without rival, handsome of limb, perfect in warfare. He will grasp the mace of malachite, the battle-axe. See, with long fingers he sharpens the knife to punish me! He who stamps down mountains underfoot, subduing demons of the outer darkness, now tramples me…

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: More hard blows fall upon the drunken, dropping demon...softening abs and pecs and mashing mind and face alike! Another uppercut brings rings sparking against helmet, and the demon is rocked and falls upon his back!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Legions howl and cheer, the demon knocked down in the sacred duel...the Father triumphant, nay, dominant! I raise my fists for the crowds and smile, once more turning my back on my foe to preen for my adoring worshippers, their worship even sweeter for having been stolen from my opponent.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My voice booms like thunder in the forest, "The Basilisk of Imbalance lies before you, all but broken! Let it not be said I strike a foe who is down! Let him have a free blow! Let us see what else he can muster, before his defeat is finalised, and the darkness banished forever!"

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I turn to face your prone and vulnerable form, and rest my hands on my hips, cock raised high and chest thrust out, abs unflexed in easy confidence. My eyes blaze not, and regard you nakedly. "Stand, Basilisk! Put forth your power...or what of it remains! Let us see the gulf between us, before I finish our battle once and for all, and finish the champion of dark discord!" I say haughtily, completely open and untensed!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: The celebrants shout abuse and toss dead twigs, rotten things, handfuls of dirt at me. Yet I clamber woozily to my feet… my bedraggled nakedness, bruises mottling my once proud body… demon cock dangling, yet lengthening as I hear the challenge. Once more to play the Enemy! I look upon the Father, confident, insouciant… My black demon heart fills with Hatred and I raise fist high… shaking it, filling myself with the last blast of demon rage, I open my chest and CURSE HIM! A hailstorm of fists pummeling his chest, a great full hook into his hanging ball bag… and I look upon him with the deepest evil essence of the gaze of Basilisks…

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: “BURN, FATHER!! You will be driven out! Let your forgotten ashes float, light as chaff, into the distance. I the Demon will unseat you!”

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: And the air is rent in two by the blast of rays rays that shoot poison red from my eyes like the venom of a fanged viper. Penis now erect, my body still bruised, yet I stand, fists held high, demon, warrior, enemy of all that is green… As if facing an onrushing gale I take one valiant step, then another, approaching my foe...
"On this day when evening draws close
Among the seven, the first is as a snake, flicking its tongue
Second is the poison toad.
The third is like a raven, pecking at larvae
The fourth is as a a mighty bird of prey which eats the dead.
I am these, I am the Knife come for the manhood of the King!"

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance:
And after he copulated with the water-sodden corpse
Of the Seven Offerings, which he engendered
They, the Seven Sons of Crab, crawl out to infest the Earth!...

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Darkness bludgeons the Father as hail upon the ground, a pitiless barrage that sends shattering blows upon chest and abdomen! Pecs and abs lie unflexed, unprepared...the walls of the fortress are unmanned and overtaken!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Milk jets from the rippling, cratered pecs, shooting with every brutal impact! My low orbs are blasted skyward, and my throbbing cock erupts with a fountain of molten pearl! The deluge of milk and cream are not the rivers of virility, free flowing for my followers, but juice forced from a fruit crushed in a fist!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The arrogant Father reels from the almighty barrage, chaos and darkness assailing him with might and fury...but the gaze of the Basilisk strikes next with the force of a thousand armies, so overwhelming is its ferocity!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Twin beams of blood red poison that wilts the leaf and renders the soil infertile, makes the waters bitter, blast into my eyes...drilling into the soul of the Allfather as his whole body shudders!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: "UGHNNNnnn..." goes the deep groan, and I am rooted to the spot as you near, and worshippers wail in sudden fear. All at once, the Father falls under the Basilisk's spell, and the demon seems to be snatching his victory from the jaws of defeat!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Brandishing my fist, my foot lifts to strike, to stamp, to trample down my victim. “When the herald sounds the horn… When the demon flies to the high plains, when the Beast rises to attack… false minions scatter like dead leaves!…. False worshippers, be BURNED!!!….” And my eyes rake through their ranks… Hear their screams, smell the stench of charring flesh! And I turn to the Father, scouring him with my eyes, and I draw the knife that has been forged in darkness. I advance, I threaten, I exult.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I groan and shudder, tongue lolling...milk and seed spurting from my spasming body. My worshippers cry out in pain as your gaze rakes them, before working over the Father once more.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Roots and vines advance, wrestling with the Basilisk who advances step by step. I pant before him, transfixed...and the Basilisk's gaze fogs and mires my mind and erodes my will, until my abs flex and spasm, and my navel shifts to reveal a flawless emerald nestled in my belly...the symbolic jewel core of the Allfather, glittering in the light, exposed! Before my orbs are taken and the lord of virility is castrated, what could be sweeter than to shatter his proud jewel, so delicately nestled in that bruised and trembling sixpack?

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: With impatience, I rip away the thorn vines that impede me. One by one, my footfalls thud into the earth…. YES, like the elder god, the sky, who was castrated…. I hold the knife high, shining in the roiling light of red flashing firestorm, but then… I see it…. Ah… I cannot move my eyes… the gem… green, green like the sea, like the first leaves of spring… my fingers reach for it, trembling… I will take it, my fingers grasp, I stretch towards it, tendons flex and my belly too, exposed… red as wine or blood, deep garnet of many facets… a new beam shoots out from my core, just as my fingers reach the green moonstone in your navel…

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My jewel cannot help but draw your desire...a prize beyond price! A token of unquestionable conquest! You reach for it, and your own ruby core emerges, eager to face its opposite...to vie with it
and overcome it, and dislodge it as a trophy!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The crimson blast strikes my jewel, and my abs flex and ripple! A deep groan of aching tree trunks rumbles deep from me, shaking the garden! My cock and pecs flex and spurt in arousal and shock.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Within me, the green ocean of flame is invaded by red...a wildfire in the forest seeks to overrun it, and make it all aflame!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My spurting body shudders and begins to fall limp...my arms wrap around your trunk for support, spurting pecs rest against yours, a waterfall pouring at your feet. My cock drools, stunned and leaking, and my abs thud against yours, both injured.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My emerald grinds into your ruby, defiant, refusing to be dimmed and cracked by demon power...but it offers no beam of its own to give fight, only grinds and takes the ruby onslaught at point blank as the Father groans and grinds against his foe!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Red tide, red flood, red raging wave upon inundating wave, rising tide, to drown out with red, and paint away all green. The demon grasps the gem, his fingers stretched out like a reptile claw, ready to mash this emerald, or shatter it, or pull it out, to toss away its broken shards into the smoaking loam of the forest floor… The Core of the Father’s strength! I will take it now… I turn, overcome with hubris towards the remnants of the believers. The brethren now rend their clothes and wail, and with their nails, they begin ripping at one another’s faces. This is the Mayhem that was foretold, and I am the axis round which the Maelstrom turns… My foot is raised. I will smash it down upon the belly of the father. I will shatter him!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The inner sea of green is overrun with red...wine dark crimson lashes within me, venom and darkness pouring into the well of virility! The green is drowned out, until an emerald sun burns within a crimson sea, sputtering...my inmost might and light guttering in the flood!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My limp body leaks, spasms and groans...your ruby exults as its beam darkens my emerald, dulling the enemy, making it vulnerable! It shall be prised from my abdomen, a prize for the demon! The Basilisk's fingers clench around the jewel and tug...the Lord of Life groans, his abs are broken, and can only weakly flex! Your talons grip tight upon my jewel...the moment of the Allfather's defeat has come!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The emerald sun within shrinks and shrinks to a point...then explodes! Green fire surges within, boiling the crimson sea, expanding outwards to refill my being! To my eyes it causes my beams to lance, pushing back your venomous gaze and stinging your eyes as it fights all the way back to my rival's face!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My jewel brightens with light, and like the arrow of the sun, my beam strikes, swatting aside resistance until it meets your ruby with emerald glare. My pecs and cock flex, and oceans flow from me, proud jets of milk and cream that heal the earth and scald the demon!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The Basilisks ruby dims to darkness, and the green beam fires straight through the loudly cracking jewel, piercing your back and showering my new followers with healing light. They cry and rejoice as their wounds are healed, the Allfather providing even in the midst of furious combat!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My limbs strengthen and I grasp you tight, your body, eyes and jewel have nowhere to hide from the verdant suns...vines wrap around you and become as bark, as the struggling serpent is trapped in a tree that grows around and encloses us.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Within the shade of its trunk, my green light blazes...a light that emanates even through the living wood. "Feel me, Basilisk...feel the virility and the might you oppose!" I growl. "Know that to drain my power is to drink all the ocean, to inhale all the air...far beyond the forces of darkness to do! For I am Gaius, Lord of Life, Father of Fathers, ever young and strong and virile, ever defiant and renewed in battle, ever mighty against chaos and dark! Know this, as I burn out your hateful eyes, and dull your baleful jewel! Know that it is Gaius who prevails, as long ago!" I rumble, milk and seed rising and hardening like amber around you, beams intensifying yet further to a greenish white blaze!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: My cock begins to swallow yours, discharging my seed within your balls, as my nubs do the same to yours, and pump your chest with the milk of life...to fill and overwhelm the demon, within and without!

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Locked in the vicelike embrace of my immortal enemy, the pins that stab from his eyes to put out my own. Imprisoned in black wood that holds like iron, to be engulfed, ingested…. I crane my sightless face down with horror as my demon penis is enclosed in the father’s covering, stifling green. Without my eyes I only feel, as viscous tide of milk, and life, rises round me, hardening, encasing, encalcifying… my contorted form will be bent and torn, broken exoskeleton of an insect held in sap that hardens into gem, not red but amber. I cannot scream, I cannot move. My balls, emptied of my seed and filled by yours.

05:06 Basilisk_of_Imbalance: Lo! Muffled by the hardwood walls that hem me in, the chanting of the acolytes…droning funerary curses, hymns to the emasculation and absorption of the Demon, ringing songs in praise of the Father, and the size of his male endowment, his overweening prowess and virility.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Brambles grow from within the trunk, wrapping the limbs of the foe in prickling thorns...my cock and chest release you, so the tendrils may stopper your holes and intrude forcefully within, spreading root and vine within your body. They wrap your cock and balls, and pull in different directions, your body encased in amber cannot move to release the pressure...at last, a great ripping sounds, and the Basilisk's manhood is torn asunder, balls cast down to the ground and shaft torn off and raise up high! The amber glides to seal the fissures, encasing the demon in this moment eternally...his eyes burnt out, his chest and fundament and lying mouth violated by thorns, the lord of chaos and imbalance unmanned forever!

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The bark splits, and the Father steps out to his crowds, body healed and fresh, clutching his prizes, and the tree seals behind him, sun beams scattering the impudent clouds with their fading red storms.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The broken helmet he crushes in his hands, forming a ring as it melts in green flame. A ring that is slipped upon a fist to join the iron galleries of the vanquished darkness.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The cock of the serpent is raised high, and a bolt of green lightning flies down to strike it, consuming it in flash and fire, ashes falling upon the pecs of the Father in a silver mantle.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: The navel ruby of the Basilisk, dulled nearly black and sporting a great fracture, glimmers with baleful light no more. And this humbled jewel is tucked in the Father's own navel as his emerald returns to its secret resting place, victorious. Now the chiselled abdomen of the Father proudly sports the broken Basilisk gem, a poor jewel but a fearsome trophy, nestled delicately in his handsome belly.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I turn to give the great tree in the centre of the clearing a kiss, and leaves and flowers and mistletoe sprout from it...a symbol of my virility for the prison of my once worthy adversary.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: Milk flows freely from me as I enter the adoring crowds, nourishing them as they lavish praise and caress upon me, drinking their fill and passing on into the afterlife, released from the chains of the broken Basilisk.

05:08 Gaius_the_Seed_Sower: I look upon my flourishing and peaceful forest, secure in the knowledge that another age of peace will reign, and that once more in the endless tale, my might has won the contest and put right what was imbalanced, and all is whole and good again.

And so ends

the one true story of the Conflict which firmly states that the God who emerged from the Tree was Certainly None Other Than the Father...

Published: 2023-04-15, viewed 55 times.