My spine is the main road to the city that I am. My body is crawling with all gathered to see me rising up like a monolithic instrument of pleasure. Hyper eyed signposts along my traffic arm, soon to be an inner sea. 'Self-thought streets rush through tunnel blood. The capital of the northern men, crusty with eon's ice, bows before Vivec the city, me it together. Cities from foreign countries put their denizens to sleep and walk to the star-wounded East to pay homage to me. 'This is God's city, different from others. His presence is undeniable, the awe too much to bear. The wispy mass of his fire hair floats as if underwater, milky in the nimbus of light that crowns his head. His wings are spread out behind him, their red and yellow ends like razors in the sun.
He is in his pre-chimerical form, demonic VEHK, gaunt and pale and beautiful, skin stretched painfully thin on bird's bones, feathered serpents encircling his arms. 'But then the light subsides, revealing the bright and terrible angel of Veloth.
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