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NIRGENDSMEER - Sadhbh's sword sighs

from HDK 130 † HDK Dungeon​-​synth magazine # 8 by V.A.

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The storm twists the branches above you. Darkness encroaches the woods, despite the early hour. Your trembling hand raises Sadhbh’s Conjuration Sword. You have not even spoken those accursed words yet, but it seems the wind is carrying them already - like an echo hurled back in time. You barely open your lips, press the spell cowardly from your throat. You feel watched. Are those shadows moving? Is beautiful Sadbhb nearby, watching you lift her sword? An unseen force pulls the blade out of your fingers. It floats in the air - emitting purpleness. You panic and turn, cower, crawl through the underwood, leave the levitating
sword behind. Thorny vines rip your cape, bruise your face.

Darkness finally gives away to the lowering sun as you stumble out of the forest and reach the plains. Sunbeams break through scattered clouds on the horizon. You stagger on the trail leading back to the inn - the inn that you hate. For now you feel relieved to have escaped. The nearer you get, the more you regret. This damned inn, its patron and regulars are the source of all your misery. You hear their laughter and moronic music even outside. You won’t return there now! Instead you force the gate to the wine cellar open and sneak down its winding stairs. They feel longer than ever before. Your torch throws bizarre shadows. You seek solitude, but hear an unexpected longing whisper at the end of the tunnel, spot enticing contours! Ripe Sadhbh herself is arching her back there. You step closer, try to focus on her lips. Words? Her slender fingers pull you in. Has she no hard feelings towards you? She gently bites your lips. Her embrace, her sighs.

Moments, hours? She writhes, she screams. Is this not pleasure any longer? This squeal! Beautiful Sadbhb scatters you across the wet, wet floor, stretches your skin along the blood drenched walls, pounds your ripping limbs and breaking bones to the ceiling. You are the tunnel now, a portal, a bone blade dripping purple shadows in the woods. Deathless joy.

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DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.

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