Conclave of the Horned Hierophants by karmichorror on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Under a malachite moon, a convocation shrouded in archaic mystery unravels. This grand feast, captured in the etched lines of time-worn woodcuts, unveils a harrowing ritual where goat-headed clerics clad in decrepit vestments enact their ageless rites. Skeletal onlookers, their eyes hollow with silent madness, witness the spectral cherubs that dance amongst the fumes of blasphemous incense. The cathedral, now a mere husk of sanctity, looms over the unhallowed congregation, its spires like the teeth of some celestial beast gnawing at the emerald sky. Each candle's flicker reveals glimpses of a feast that mocks the sacred, its fruits as ominous as the silence that swathes the forsaken assembly. Here, in this chilling revel, the boundaries of flesh and spirit wane thin, and the very air breathes secrets not meant for mortal knowing.