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ETHERITH
A black mythology
Written entirely in a mental asylum.
Available soon in English and Dutch.
Printed in a two volume hard cover with over fifty illustrations.
The second volume is a series of anti modernist manifests and mythology genealogy, on the language and allegoric meaning.
sorry for bad editing i did it like ten times already, if you would like to help let me know.
PLOT SUMMERY.
A sky everywhere is the war of muse, all a sky overwhelmed with light… but for a black canyon where is stillness, peace and nothingness… A Goddess guarded by dark knights drifts off into this crevices trough all the light now above them. The Goddess, this one muse descends along a River of the black, and this River becomes many rivers and swallow more, and meanwhile the knights battle each other, the canyon ever wider, and the last few guide her to a black, black abyss, an ocean where all is swallowed, and the knights destroy each other, as some of the last ones take their own life, and she is alone, and now cries when all is gone about her.
In her tear growing into a river in the distance, into infinity, far away from her, grows the spirit realm.
In the spirit realm the God Hathis moves forth in six forms in six different directions always onwards and forward into the mists and nebulas of the spirit realm, vague and transparent.
For his amuse he takes back to the core, his court, where the spirits originate, out of which all spirits rage to be born and grow in the winds to ooze into the spirit realm and conquer emptiness. In Hathis court there at the centre they organize crafts.
Many crafts will be seen to pass to amuse him as he is here, and a stone is crafted that the spirits can not wave their hand trough , and can be touched by the spirits, a sword is crafted that can split the rock, then came the turn for the four muse, Axis, Helix and Antihelix twin sisters, and Iris.
They composed for Hathis a kiss, a kiss of two of the most beautiful females of his court… their first kiss, and touched first two spirits, their first touch, and as such was born and grew in the light of this kiss matter, and clouds of dense dust suddenly spiralled outwards, a hardness the spirits had never seen and they were pushed out as driven apart and the court of Hathis was doomed…
Hathis cursed the muse, turned them into Goddesses of the world they had seen to create, Iris was thrown behind walls, in these walls she kept the world sealed with beauty and prevented it from collapsing, Axis was sealed behind a titanium steel gate locked, and to be the wheel of all the imagination living in the world, and rages over nothingness with a flock of bulls and bison’s and all enormous Taurus, Helix and Antihelix were condemned to live in the heart of this world.
In between these worlds the upper reign and the lower reign, grew an earth much like hell, hell much like the earth… the solid world cristallized…
The one Godess Hethred descends with Angels beneath, the one to desire and touch, the one that wants to own and grows warm of greed. The one Goddess herhelleh ascends and rises above a cascade of tears, the one that felt and was touched, a victim and a grief.
The goddess of the lower reign Hethred steals all men out of the upper reign for to make sure, she and her angels could never be touched by a man, in a venomous and evil jealousy, and she locks all men of the upper reign down in her own complete depth, where was an ocean of liquid boiling titanium and had them mine as slaves the underneath...
Many Angels of their reigns now had to suffer, for the bitter and venomous greed of Hethred, the Godess of the underworld… Who has the angel Anaehtheana that revolts and flees the court of Hethred punished,… Having been sent down and fallen in love with a shepherdess of deer, Hethred causes her to have to eat the heart of this girl she loves…
For to lure all men out of heaven of her lover, she has witches boil a large kettle of apples...
The fumes rise up trough courts of Hethred, draw up out of the cavity's of hell.
And she captures the men and all men, all men as one considers, maybe here and there in this whole universe she missed, maybe five in five hundred woman, or maybe twenty in a hundred thousand woman… but all above hell was completely purified of males.
And she locks them up under an ocean of titanium boiling, far beneath her realm, she keeps them calm with the odour a sweet odour of apples in sugar, and to secure her angels and Herhelleh and her angels and all demons of hatred and all fantasy female and beautiful is, and are, never touched by a man...
Hethred anti-mother, once apart of the spirit realm grew matter in the second of a kiss one lesbian kiss, she hates all that at times Is considered her creation... she means but to see it in ruin, and crumble inwards and fade and be undone, slaves she has mine for no reason, arts she has composed and destroyed, army’s she has locked up and forgotten, empires she prevents from growing…
And for greed for the lust for just a moment before they were separated, and in between them and out of this sparkle grew clouds of dust and clogged, and in one centre to all this evolved fires, and at the centre of all these fires slowly the sun the size of a grain of sand, and became a pool of fire in about fifteen seconds, dust swirling around it and became crusts... spun, and as such it created the most peculiar way for these worlds to grind about each other... one enormous land with rivers of darkness cut trough, and further more pools of fire, with oceans of darkness,…
And know night and day and birds to sing in the morning and myth of the moon and creatures of night...
Hethred Goddess of hate, passion, fire in her blood and acid in her womb where nothing could ever grow. and her hair black. not pitch black not an ounce of blonde but black simply.
Herhelleh, Godess of pure clear poisonously fresh sweet tears, her hair blonde and light brown, and an aura over the hair white...
and her skin white...
Hethred, she has exceptional terrors for her creation, that she loathes, and men are even more so terrorized by her, one architect to her she bullied until he leaped off the palace when it was finished, one man she locked in an arena with blades and knives and gallows and everything to suicide, and because she knew he could swallow all his own filthiness to survive, before he would dare to resolve himself, for in filthiness even he loved himself too much… she saw him everlasting life! And the power to pardon himself, all power to take his own life, but he could not do it, and indeed he ate filth his entire life, he had to eat his own excrements… and looking at the gallows and knives, crying sickly and appalled…
As Hathis saw The Goddesses Helix and ANtihelix condemned, Hethred prolonged the curses, to stand like a sculpture each in their turn, while the other had to mourn for her love be petrified, and touched the other girls feet, and wept, and never knew a moment of peace or absence of this sorrow.
Hethred seazed the power of Hathis, and any control was her lust.
Meanwhile however Axis, as you will soon see, rages on some day, and breaks trough the gates, one by one, and each time she breaks trough one Gate, there is a thunder, that shatters trough both reigns the lower and the higher reign and hell or earth. Beyond Hethred’s power, reality is looking for ways to exist as she presses on it with her powers…
A gaint on earth weeps. Wheehil.
He cries for Hethred never wanted to allow him a woman, because she said no woman so big and tall could be a natures treasure, a composition a marvel or a find of this creation logic.
So he wept, and when they cascaded down the cliff his tears, giants grew in the sides of the deep,…
AnaehtheanA, drifting on earth, will meet this giant… most brave of any angels of Hethred, decides to take to the most fierce natured beast, a guardian of the wall of all future and dreams, and finds this beast, that is known to house a demon family in its enormous body.
But the beast is asleep, its paw is outside of his cave…
Without any fear, Anaehtheana slays the paw, and cuts it off, and all the demons flee out of the body… and soon will help her build her city.
In a dungeon, far away, in the bellow of the earth, where few venture, pounds and screams an army, it is trapped, an arena is built, by older giants still, and old demons and old witches and half Gods…
Predecessors of the Giant Wheewil, that AnaehtheanA will encounter…
Hehthred refuses to open the Gate…
Hethred refuses to grow the world that severed her from her first lust and touch.
She objects to her creation, ever more faint, for an all seeing eye her love.
And ever more fat this breach and matter, a core, an evil to her, a child she had the most disgust for, as never anyone would dare to say she was a mother, even where the muse weaved her daughters… where the arts she ordered at her whims were majestic and the wealth of Velvet and marble…
Nothing could ease her passion, for the death of this child to her, and how she gasped and appalled for her to be the mother of this, she, the desiring, lustful, the last to ever become a mother to anyone… for revenge now living, to overpower it, to degrade it, to penatilize it…
Anaehtheana, becoming ever more powerful on earth, to have freed the spirits out of the beast, to have slain the giant whalhallen and have freed his children out of the deep they were locked in, now takes with her alliance to the arena where the soldiers are imprisoned…
And will try to free them.
Meanwhile Hethred grows in indifference… here mall content over the demise, the collaps of life and soul of man behind the wall of Ethereeen, and while they constantly lock the soldiers into the arena’s and dungeons of Amwhent, all this ignites her lust for revenge.
She deicides to draw out of the first ages of creation four of the wrancune that guarded the first muse…
EHRQUONUE
first seazed by Hthred on earth
the shock to the demon to the sight of mankind makes him almost literally to devour half of the species, he cuts and massacres into it, and makes the whole hell tremble in its foundations… lasts only ten days, on the tenth day he means to recognise Anheadan and later vanishes
The court is alerted, then all dissapointed and laugh at HEthred.
EWHPHARRH
second seazed.
lasts one day
the court of Hethred is now mostly alerted of Hethred casting out old demon Gods, and the most part of her reign take notice of this... and bigger is her embarrassment now, the court already grows eager to mock her, and much gossip in her court, Hethred was to be unthroned if this proceeded... this never occured before and never will... because...
WHAMEINNN
lasts seventy days
The court is amused, and watches for days, how the demon makes casualty’s of men and shrivels the well fed ones among them like leaves dried up, and all try to keep up with what happens.
DAEDD
lasts infinity most timid among them, shrouded he is to dwell silently in existence, and plicks gracefully the living like fruit whether they are welkin or radiant, lonely like a phantom haunts he in the day, companion of nothing one with the night he paralyzes those he chooses, and throws them into the Irnis.
And the court now always to enjoy, to await if possibly this wrancune, battling his way trough time among men, could ever disappear again.
Meanwhile a poet of the ancient time awakes, sick by the demise of the world behind Ethereeen, drifts about like a beggar, seeks refuge in a cathedral of paper,… slowly the paper is eaten, and he draws further.
He arrives at the palaces of Helix and antihelix and means to see a woman behind a painting, Iris, who startles and for a moment looses her guard, and parts of the building are sucked into the deep sea of spirits.
Slowly he is consumed by the pains of Iris, and draws to the wells of Phiron, at the lakes of Ethereeen, wakes the remaining prophetesses, and draws away further behind the wall of Ethereeen. Crossing the first river of darkness about Hell, descend in its deep, and rise again towards Mahres and Manan… One day again, so many years after the wall of Ethereeen was built, Hethred will demand of him, to mount another mountain or to dig another deep before the pace of mankind… in these deserts and lands nothing was but the imagination, no life and rarely Gods, and burden and thirst here was much awe. Held back by the sadness of the lands at first, they build a temple to harnass large fires to set to life this wasteland, and set to light these lands, and for the people of hell to move forward behind them…
