My Ink. My Blood. My Sea. - SCP Foundation

A desperate man is shown a path to the Hanged King's city. Seeking grandiosity, but got more than what he bargained for.

My Ink. My Blood. My Sea.

In days of yore, when light still kissed my skin,

I walked the earth, a mortal man of sin.

My path was dark, my deeds were stained with shame,

Each day I wandered, burdened by my name.

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In shadowed alleys, seeking hollow fame,

I found but echoes of my own disdain.

With every step, the weight of sins accrued,

Within my heart, dark seeds of evil brewed.

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But lo, one night, beneath the stars' soft gleam,

An angel came, of light's pure, gentle beam.

She spoke of realms beyond mere mortal ken,

Of A King’s palace, where wonders never end.

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With hope anew, I followed where she led,

To city streets where dreams and wants are fed.

In this wondrous maze, I found my place,

Amidst the masquerade, I claimed my grace.

In these twisted halls, where flames danced free,

I stood amidst the chaos, eyes on the spree.

With newfound magic coursing through my veins,

I quelled the blaze, and broke its fiery chains.

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The crowd erupted, cheers both loud and bright,

Their gratitude a cloak that wrapped me tight.

For in that moment, I was savior, knight,

The one who banished darkness, brought the light.

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Through winding streets and shimmering bazaars,

I walked with confidence beneath the stars.

Each gesture, every smile, they gave acclaim,

In this realm of wonders, carved I my name.

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Riches and honors lavished on my brow,

In Alagadda's fold, I found a vow.

Yet 'neath the adulation, flickered doubt,

A whisper in the shadows, urging scout.

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For in this realm of masks and hidden leagues,

Not all that glitters gold, nor all that sings.

Yet midst the throng, I reveled in my fame,

In this Heavenly dance, I knew no shame.

In depths of Hades, where dark thrives,

I lost myself amidst seductive dives.

Depravity's embrace, a tempting lure,

I yielded to its whispers, dark, obscure.

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From hero hailed, to pawn in vice’s game,

Obsession gripped and kindled in me flame.

Lust and greed, they clouded once-clear sight,

Chasing fleeting pleasures through the night.

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I clawed and fought to stay within the light,

But shadows overwhelmed me with their might.

Desperation gripped my soul so tight,

As relevance slipped like fading light.

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The adoration once bestowed, now dust,

The crowd moved on, leaving me to rust.

Envy gnawed within, a bitter taste,

As others rose while I fell from grace.

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Yet in despair's deep grip, a vow I make,

To rise anew, despite the odds at stake.

Though darkness lingers, I will never yield,

In this forsaken maze, my fate is sealed.

In Alagadda’s court, where Lords rule high,

I faltered, blunders made me sigh.

The Red Lord’s fury, a tempest wild,

With mood swings sharp, his anger defiled.

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Bruised and beaten, I bore his wrath,

Lost within a troubled path.

The Yellow Lord’s acid, bitter and keen,

Burned my soul with venom unseen.

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His spite, a poison in each word,

Left me shattered, cries unheard.

The White Lord’s silence, chilling void,

Ignored and shunned, hope destroyed.

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Despair clung tight, a weight so vast,

To the Black Sea’s depths, I fled at last.

In its dark embrace, I sought my skill,

To master magic, bend to will.

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The angel from my past, light dim,

Returned to aid my desperate whim.

We sought the black stars’ eerie light,

To harness power in the night.

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We climbed the abyss, reached for the star,

But dark light’s touch, a wound that scarred.

The angel vanished in silent scream,

And I endured a twisted dream.

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My soul was skinned, cut, and torn,

In realms where hope is forlorn.

Twisted, crushed, mutated within,

In the Black Sea, I drowned my sin.

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Numb to horror, I let it consume,

Existence now a cold, empty tomb.

The Ambassador watched with a keen eye,

As I held the black light and did not die.

My title cemented in agony’s wake,

The Black Lord I became, for sanity’s sake.

For in this rotten place, body and soul,

Are torn asunder, to make one whole.

Within the twisted, darkened veil,

I wandered lost, my soul grown frail.

A shadow of the man I yearned to be,

Caught in the grip of night’s decree.

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Despair, my companion, constant blight,

Until the Ambassador emerged, cloaked in night.

His offer gleamed like a distant star,

A promise of power to lift me from the mar.

“You’ll shine once more,” he whispered, sly,

“In The Hang King’s halls, your name will fly.

Embrace the black, and all you crave,

Will be yours to hold, your spirit to save.”

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With desperate hope, I seized the chance,

Dreams of grandeur in a twisted dance.

“I’ll be adored, revered, and grand,”

I thought, as I took his outstretched hand.

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But as the ink of Alagadda’s pact was sealed,

The truth of my fate was then revealed.

The Ambassador’s laughter, a chilling sound,

As dreams of glory crumbled to the ground.

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Reality twisted in this Devil’s hold,

My hopes and dreams, all turned to mold.

For in this realm where illusions thrive,

The Black Lord’s role is but to survive.

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A pawn in the Ambassador’s grand design,

To dance in shadows, his bidding mine.

My soul, once bright, now coated in black,

Forever lost on this endless track.

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Yet deep within, a flicker remained,

A yearning for the light, though faint and pained.

For in Alagadda, where dreams deceive,

I clung to hope, striving to believe.

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But as the liquid night consumed my core,

I understood my fate, forevermore.

In the labyrinth of hollowed whims, I am chained,

The Black Lord’s title, in anguish, gained.

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So now I wander, a spectral shade,

In Alagadda’s depths, my soul betrayed.

For in the end, I found my place,

Not in glory, but in the dark’s embrace.