The Worm Host

"Once crowned by light, now enthroned in rot." 🕯️🩸⛓️ Before the first trumpet sounded, before the stars were sundered, he stood among the heavenly host — a creation of pure light and divine will.But where others sang praises, he questioned.Where others knelt, he stood. For this defiance, he was not hurled into flame... he was forgotten.Unwritten from the book of the living.Cast beyond the reach of prayer. In that endless silence, something answered.Not a god.Not a demon.Something older. Something that writhes beneath all things — the Worm. He is no longer an angel, nor a man.He is the Worm Host — a throne of blasphemy, a vessel of rot.His body is a broken temple, hollowed by hunger.His throne is woven from filth and false creation.And he does not seek revenge.He seeks consumption — of flesh, of faith, and of memory itself. He remembers the light.And he remembers why it must die!