The book of The noir one Lord of the dark young

(Earth 111-101 )

(111-101 Multiverse: Sulnoirus )

(111-101 universe: Sulnoirusroth prime)

(December 13, 1993 )

(Omniverses  of 111-101)

(Black Hills Michigan, unknowingly to people experiencing poverty, wondering soul  has been  chosen to be next victim of the black Gaia, her fog twisting and causing the lands to be colder than usual; the sky was gray and lifeless, and the moon  was a holy  fluorescent fog otherworldly hue the moonlight causing the moonlight noir lotus to bloom,)

The air was cold. I felt like being watched while walking back from a long hunt deep in my local woods. Everyone called it the white stag lord woods to the point the mayor changed the name. I heard the crunch of snow as I walked casually toward my house through the path my great-grandfather made; my father bought this login from my uncle Lenny Because Uncle Lenny was that rich, cool uncle. He had other various properties, so he sold it at a low price because it was more of a gift for my dad. He just wanted to buy a lot of that chain-smoking mad lad; I reach for my scarf covering my face. It had a small hole I made for me to hit my joints. Yeah, I'm no better than my uncle—a different vice at a different price.

I watched the icy gray fog and mist shroud all around until I felt like I was walking through a maze. I was confused. The thick fog blinded all my surroundings. I felt lost, both in my mind and body.

A deer that was grotesque and mangled, with a skinny mess of limbs, has antlers that look like they were made look like decay dark black mangled limbs and fingers with moldy hive maggots and worm infested patch filled fur that has crimson blood falling off of them

, Its eyes were skeletal sunken hollow voids filled with horrifying mysticism and dreadful daemonic energies; its hooves were ebony charcoal black that had Eldritch runes carved into them; its back was covered in hives and orifices that it had Eldricth heartbeat even before though was faint through the dead silence was loud in dreadful I  heard the sound of its mangled, broken hooves move closer and closer me the humped back of the deer released black spores and multiple different flying black insects that looked like was made of flesh and decaying bone.

Then, the fog hung heavily in the dark air, thick and suffocating, as a solitary deer walked closer from the shadows of the decaying forest. Its hooves pressed into the cracked, uneven ground, sending echoes reverberating through the silence, creating a haunting rhythm that seemed to awaken the darkness around it. Each step was careful and deliberate, as if the creature understood it was not merely wandering through the woods but treading on the edge of something far more sinister intelligence that was otherworldly and eldritch

The metaphysical plane, physical plane, and other plans of existence all were merging in this world, distorting beyond my comprehension and twisted by the eerie mist and black smoke that clung to every surface, shrouding the path ahead in uncertainty. The abomination of a deer paused, its breath visible in the cold air, its nostrils admitted

A black sulfur underworld ghastly smoke, as it sensed the evil presence lurking just beyond sight. Shadows danced around it, flickering in and out of focus, hinting at the tormented souls trapped in this place. "GO AWAY FROM HERE, MORTAL OF WE WILL GIVE YOUR SOUL TO THE BLACK SULFER KING Sollompon!!! Said a choir of dreadful wraiths that possessed the decaying deer. It felt like screams flooded my mind like cold ice-covered black moon iron.

The ground beneath its hooves was littered with remnants of despair—broken shards of glass, animal skeletal remains, Decaying flesh inhuman flesh, rusted metal, and the faint outlines of forgotten memories that physically are manifested. With every cautious step, the deer left behind shallow print that left black wisps scorched hoof prints, which seemed to fill with the darkness of the otherworldly illumination, as if the very earth were eager to swallow them whole. The oppressive atmosphere, its massive humpback weighed heavily on its slender frame; it was scrambling towards me as black blood and blood fluids floors out of its Patchy humanoid buck teeth rowed filled orifices

My heart was filled with fear, which made me want to flee in terror, but a primal instinct kept it rooted to the spot.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the underbrush that sent a shiver down my spine that was beyond my comprehension and colder than a void of space; the hive and worm-infested deer's ears perked up as maggots fell from its mangled ears, alerting to the unseen horrors that lurked in the fog. The air thickened with dread, and it felt the weight of unseen eyes watching, waiting. At that moment, it knew it was not just a creature of the wild but a restless spirit wandering through a nightmare where the line between predator and prey blurred in the suffocating gloom. It was a deer of Styx, a creature beyond my imagination, undoubtedly grotesque and dangerous.

With a final, hesitant glance back, the deer bolted into the fog, its hooves pounding against the haunted ground, a fleeting shadow racing against the encroaching darkness, smoke, and demonic  fog

The fog consumed me; as the mist thickened, I stepped with my black mountain climber boots and cautiously onto the cracked trash-filled and insect-filled black runes that sent chills down my spine, broken dead black root, and vine pavement of the town. The air was heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant echo of their footsteps. Dim streetlights flickered sporadically, casting Lovecraftian ghostly shadows that danced along the crumbling buildings; their windows were dark and lifeless, like the hollow eyes of forgotten souls. It was like I was sent into a Morden Hades; some buildings were burning with black flames yet still standing like the flames were a barrier around them.

The town was a relic of despair, with peeling paint and rusted signs that hinted at a once-thriving community now lost to time. The scent of damp earth mingled with something metallic, a reminder of the horrors that lingered beneath the surface. Each breath felt like inhaling the town's sorrow, a weight that pressed down on my chest. Because the vision of this once beautiful town flooded my mind, I felt like the town itself was telepathically linked to me, shattering my mind and soul.

As they moved deeper into the heart of the town, the oppressive fog seemed to close in, warping the familiar shapes of the buildings into grotesque forms. The once quaint homes, now sagging and covered in vines, appeared to lean inwards as if they were conspiring together to keep secrets buried deep within their walls. My curiosity was Dark like the flames of the inferno, consuming me with every dreaded step that I took. I stepped on rusty, drug-filled, bloody syringes.

A sudden chill swept through the air, and my heart raced like an untamable Mustang. The feeling of being watched crawled over their skin, an unsettling reminder that they were not alone in this place. Shadows flickered at the edges of their vision, taunting and elusive, daring me to delve deeper into the darkness.

Go.....away!!!!...go...away! The wind roared like a lion as decaying leaves and trash flew around chaotically, dancing with terror. Black snow and mud were everywhere, filled with giant worms the size of snakes. One of them looked like a king cobra with no skin. A hood of mangled maggot-like tentacles was whimpering and screaming dreadful indistinguishable sounds. It was a worldly dread colder than a polar storm at its peak. I was falling into the cold vortex. My mind was going intolerably through things I couldn't control or comprehend, and my subconscious itself was more frozen than my body

In the town center stood a dilapidated church bell clock tower, its hands frozen at an hour-long forgotten and filled dusty webs; I felt drawn to it like a moth to a flame, as if it held the key to understanding the town's tragic history. But with each step closer, the ground beneath them seemed to pulse with a life of its own, but with every step, the town felt like it was threatening to swallow them with gloom and doom.

With every deep breath I took, goosebumps formed on my neck. I pushed forward, determined to uncover the truth hidden within the fog-shrouded streets, unaware of the horrors that awaited me.

I walked deep into the church. Opening the Door, I felt chilling intuition to leave, yet my feet pushed foward; the church walls were filled with black spores and crimson red mold, and their clawing black termites the size of a praying mantis were eating the decaying  black festering  wood, swearing and graffiti filled the cracked filled walls, Hanging rusty chains and hooks

Blood and bodily fluids fell from the walls and had dust that looked like screaming and laughing faces. There were anti-drug posters everywhere, bloody and filled with dark Forrest brown and green worm-infested mold  that leaked out endless anti-amorphous black Liquid and grayish-black spores

I walked down more profoundly and deeply; it felt like time was diluted and fractured. It felt like I was going down the same hallway on a dreadful loop that made me feel like I was going mad, But my curiosity kept me sane and thirsty to understand what was transpiring within these dark catacombs like church. I walked into an area covered in cobwebs, dust, and various wooden crosses bearing humanoid goat-like beings.

WE CAN HEAR YOUR FEAR FROM HERE, BOY!!! WE WANT TO SLEEP IN YOUR SKIN said a choir of demonic, evil, bloodthirsty, wispy but loud voices came from a group of mangled humanoids and elk decaying abominations; they had an elk decaying cracked black mossy filled skulls with black glowing dreadful runes beyond recognition and that a life-like pulse and a compulsive shapeshifting

Into various dreadful geometric shapes.  Their eyes glowed a deep, almost black, bloody crimson that looked like an inferno of pure darkness and malevolence that my words couldn't even describe. Like halos, they had glowing scarlet obsidian ice-covered crucifixes floating above their heads; their paradoxical humanoid and inhuman arms were filled with syringes and piercing blades. Their decaying flesh was filled with pulsating hives that looked like they were going to burst at any moment, a ticking time bomb of plagues and death patches of fur missing from all over their body; they stood upright and had a massive hunched back with black tentacles sprouting out whipping wildly like they almost wanted to grab me, they had long elk antler that looked they were covered with the hands of a heroin-addicted tweaker, They wore robes of rope, tattered disgusting black cloth made of human skin, The beast was eating each other, some were praying to hold dark Eldricth religious symbols, some were stabbing them self repeatedly with dirty nails and needles, they all then look up at me staring into my soul as I felt like I was going lose everything, My legs collapsed as if I was being pulled closer And closer I couldn't control my body, One of the demonic creatures summoned a skull bowl filled with black snow and grayish spores

I wake past a hallway filled with dead wooden rotting black as-coal; they had skeletal humanoid faces. They were mouthless with black moldy decaying frost cover vines, giving them all an appearance that they stitched on their mouths; some of them wore religious black robes that had an inversion of religious beliefs, and they were emitting from their eyes a grayish black icy mist that was dreadful.

There was a massive Bering with antlers that looked like a demonic grand king of the infinite void inferno; Its horn was filled with black icicles, Blood, and the intestines of humans also animals; it had a crucifix floating above its head that manipulated reality creating a paradoxical cold flame, Black long fungi grow all over this creature, It has twisted and mangled humanoid arms and root-like tentacles pro, It had dry black and gray oak with thorns and hives protruding from its skin and two long horns, The creature chest was hollow and sucked.was wearing the archbishop's blasphemous inversion. It had various Eldritch symbols beyond my midwestern redneck can handle. I have never seen these godforsaken symbols that look like they came from the cold depths of space.

Before I could even utter a word, I felt like I was in a cold hypnotic state as The faceless horn demon revealed its mouth that spilled open like a flower combined with a sea lamprey; it had tounge made of scorch fingers with runic symbols beyond age and the webs of shelothbane, It's gaping maw was filled was dying cold multiverse planes, The room felt colder and dark as I looked deeper the wooden grotesque creature I felt like I was falling asleep until my eyes went all black as Fog and black smoke filled the room.

Before my eyes opened, my head felt like it was going to explode at any moment; even the faint light was causing me to feel nauseous, and my pineal gland felt like it was splitting open like it was getting violently stabbed. I sit down on a dirty worm, infested, bloody mess of a floor; the ground is filled with Wendigo Skinwalker-like dolls and wicker

I was back in the fucked up meth house of a church,There was altar of Jesus all of his wounds was filled  with boils,Grayish black blood,and the face of the Jesus was inhuman and beyond comprehension the room felt so cold but had wax ancient medieval religious candles,The walls had frost all over them,Black snow flames and gray fungus like spores spontaneously manifest throughout out the room it was like farther winter himself was in the room,I feel both types of chill was throughout my body,I pull out a hand warmers,Because last year I already lost my left middle finger to frost bite i can afford  to lose another digit I thought as the heat of he ham warmers gave me a mirco fragment of hope , but before I could even do anything else my body just shut down I felt cold and paralyzed,like there is nothing I could do as electricity  and chills was consuming me,my eyes kept rolling back as frost filled decaying human hands  with heroin needles and drug  side inflicted  puss  Disease filled  corpse grayish mangled flayed Arms

started to protrude from my back; the flesh on my body started to Peel off as I watched tentacles that looked like a fusion of male and female genitalia mutilated; the mouths of these worm-like creatures looked like a hybrid between lamprey mouths and a male& female Urethra that was filled with goat and humanoid teeth, as I mutated in this cold dirty, damp once holy site I see faint memories that don't belong to me I was living in moments has my subconscious was screaming that these are not mines, The room was filled with fog, smoke, and black snow

I felt that cold winter chill cutting my neck like a small dagger and icy needle; the winds came through solid and intense beyond my words and thoughts, my tears that felt like I was being watched. I walked more deeply in this dark, silent pine Forest. I reached a small lake where various mountain goats and snow goats were drinking from the hot springs; I stepped on branches, causing the animals to flee from the water. As I walked closer, I noticed skeletal remains all over the ground, and glass shards, rusty nails, and black worms were everywhere.

It was paradoxical, dreadful rain and snow falling like a rainforest of South America, but during the Ice Age, I walked more profoundly in the depths of the frozen pine forest landscape. It felt like I was stuck in a reality that fed off my emotions. My thoughts were making up theories to make sense of the madness, the cold reality. The cold's madness made me start taking off my coat because I felt burning up; I was consumed with an uncomfortable and uncontrollable hunger. I Enter deep, icy swampland dread trees covered in all different kinds of black fungi and various black insects.

There was a horde of humanoid black zombies, and They had multiple maws all over their bodies and black vine-like tentacles; they had black grayish decaying black worm worm-infested root-like hair that covered their faces, Black fungi that looked like goat horns protruded from out their eyes, They had various antlers and horns of different shapes and sizes, They were frozen still cold and lifeless, Black giant termites eating their way all over the wooden-like zombies, The had a dreadful cold, pale blue aura as shadow specters flying around them black and gray snowfall from them. Then, black fog consumed me. Everything went black.

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