Hlæfdige Idfullan Dæmon Erma

Hlæfdige Idfullan Dæmon Erma was spawned from Jesus's left palm upon his crucifixion, crawling out, larval and infantile, but still feral and veracious, from the warm wet cocoon of life deep within Him. She is the one who cries out for me, in the deep of night, when I am vulnerable and alone and so, so cold. She cries out weakly, in my passed wife's voice, her delicate beautiful voice taken too soon. Oh Lord, my poor lady taken by the Plague, coughing out black fluid smelling so foul from her lips which once whispered such sweet mantras. Perhaps to quell the aching emptiness in my soul, just a tad, I must answer her. Do not weep for me, my child, for I am already gone. Gone away with the rustling barley and the suffocating silence of the autumn night.

Appearance
Horrible, she is a horrible, wretched beast who takes in those with the weakest of heart. Her fur is soft, yet her teeth are piercing and sharp. Her face appears gentle as it morphs between our loved ones, and her voice beckons towards the empty and hopeless. Once they hear her their fate is sealed, just as mine. Dazed, trance-like waltzing towards her death circle. I step forward and shamble closer to my time being up. She smiles gently; she looks just like her, my sweet Caroline. Her smile is so sweet, so soft, perhaps I was wrong to judge her. Her many limbs massage into my flesh as her mucus fills my vision, and when it goes black, I am free.

Biography
When Jesus Christ was crucified, Erma was born from the fields of Kansas a world away. She knew what must be done. She takes away those who are in need, who are lonely, who need a guiding Lady. She helped me, and She will help you. Our consciousness is wasted on the meaningless garbled mistake of civilization. She will use it and She will better us along with this mistake of a world. She will save the worms, the poor pathetic worms who cannot even do a single trick. Conneaut Lake 64.90.152.170

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