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Crow Reanimated

Beneath the pall of the hall an eldritch moon, the library loomed like a mausoleum of forgotten epochs its silhouette etched against the night's tapestry with and without forged in hells bowels birthed obsidian and onyx rocks.

Her ethereal porcelain petite tightly framed body encased within a dress, satin silk scarlet, was drawn to the arcane tomb like a moth to flame as if by some siren melody whispering of forbidden treasures and power to claim she heard it's musing and came running.

Leather bound body beckoned as it whipped smacked dominated sickened her thoughts to read red inked behind flesh taught bred fed stitches but could not for stand atop a crow, a guard a sentinel sentient.

"Give unto me dastardly bird the pages," she said whisk cut air with a blade, twist head the crow to match her intense gaze, "or I'll cut, gut, and stuff you to live through the ages."

With a flutter spread its wings, an utter expanse so vast it seemed to shutter as it embraced the shadows themselves in this little dismal place.

Woman's hand, now steady, stands a resolve summoned in the crucible of mental anguish, lunged and grasped the book raising metal threaten feather, a glint with her lips a curl.

As she wrenched the skin covered tomb open an instant power surged threw her bosom, birth a maelstrom of eldritch energy brought fourth grin pages a zenith whirlwind of cryptic symbols and ancient script no longer inked but ebbed crimson augmented canvas comprised solely on a bent realities open doorway.

Woman now newborn goddess, a vessel laced arcane magus, visceral specter chimera's essence sensual caress her breast beating core thrusts melody purrs, cosmos pulsing sinews of her roses moistened desires, moans echoing through the corridor out the front door and into the moonlit night.

Her life flashing, visions crashing blind her eyes as this chimera defied binds her psyche, beating her mind into acceptance before filling her rinds husks empty spaces with it's unkind assimilation, brain lacerations send her to find shriek pitch high head to sky.

"Sew needle to skull, sow two bone, too my own fate deprived for I sealed it a deal below," she murmured, blow letters a litany reverie, "suspended, flow space desolate, leer eerie never ending void slow, and the void peers endlessly also unto me aglow. Claimed me as its own, a pet in chains for its games."

The building that protects knowledge, once a bastion of golden silence, tumulus with the wail's of the vile horde homunculus, whispery legion lost souls, banter syllable bile step a stair descent into the maw of machinated cogs of insanity twist tie madness blackhole grasping her to break, snap pull, her through to its home forevermore.

The crow, now reanimating limbs returning muscle ashes flock surging circular, floating eyes gaze as the woman became a morsel meal to be a slave creature darker than demon, circling her wrenching elongated form she was devoured fate forever sealed within the pages of the accursed book she took from beneath it's feathers.

Perched once more, the crow sat himself a perch on the book, the woman imprisoned within, her curiosity her prison, forever bound to the tome she had so desperately sought now chained a plaything chains taught ensnared within these pages bared that a crow now sits atop.

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