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Samhain - LIVE from the Endless City
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The Endless City new capital of the Grand Empire of Concordia is
alight tonight in shades of red and neon blue as an endless crowd
gathers in Imperial Square beneath the giant statue of the God
Emperor himself and engulfed in his ever present shadow. The vast
pixelated TITAN-TRON screen flickers into life displaying the seven
pointed star complete with the Imperial symbol of the White Horse
at it's center.

"Trust in the star" it pronounces to the massed denizens who in
turn cheer and chant and begin to wroth with ecstasy before the
central stage of tonight's pageant as strange music begins to play.

The symbol of the Raven fades into view on the mammoth screen...
cries of "Bring out the dead!" are heard as the willing bunny and
kitsune masked sacrifices are brought forth to the stage - a
constructed leviathon in waiting, unsettlingly huge and already
seeming to pulsate with it's own lifeforce... existent gentle
rhythmic swaying amongst the revellers escalates slowly...
building to all manner of dance... bodies entwine... violence
and love are one... scratches... bites...

The sacrifices on display are marked, slashed three times each
with the mark of the Fox... their blood splattering into the
delighted and aroused crowd... dripping bloodied knives held
aloft... naked bodies of cultists in the audience brush sensually
against armed warriors of the Host, and the gibbering Priests of
Echo alike as the bass from the music hits for the first time...
and then ... the drop ...

The beautiful, unearthly, Queen of Rats rises slowly with
supernatural elegance from her throne positioned on a high
balcony above the strobing macabre dance floor... she raises
and then drops her hand in a swift, well practised, and well
understood gesture... blades fall on the stage ... the dead
have died... the foxes howl and purr and fuck...

The Demon flicks a half done cigarette from his roof terrace
and into the crowd far below... Samhain has begun...

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