12/06/2024
I was raised in the unholy ways of the Heartless Cult, taught from birth to crave the most profane of sacrifices - the human heart itself. We are an ancient sect driven by our insatiable appetites, slaking our hunger through acts of utmost depravity.
From the shadows we stalk our prey, striking without warning to claim our grisly prizes. Innocents wandering alone are our favored targets, for their pure essences are the sweetest ambrosia to our depraved palates. With methodical precision, we extract our sacrifice, tearing into the chest cavity as the life fades from our victim's eyes. As that final spark extinguishes, we revel in our kill, hoisting the still-warm heart in a blasphemous ritual salute.
Some of these pilfered hearts we consume in vile sacraments, devouring the very essence of our prey's being. Others become wicked trophies adorning the profane altars of our unholy temples. For we are the Heartless Ones, feared by many names - Sanguine Brethren, Heart Hunters, L'Affamati - but united in our singular, twisted purpose.
I should introduce myself - I am Lust, firstborn among my vicious brethren. My younger siblings are the wicked Addiction and the foul Po*******hy. Our very mother is Immorality herself, urging us ever onward to new depths of iniquity. We have many dark cousins as well, a great unholy family spanning the globe.
Our methods are insidious, our reach utterly pervasive. We slither into the most unassuming of lairs - the videos lingering on your computer, the underworld glimpsed on your phone, the erotic novels and salacious films whispering their sordid tales. From these darkened corners we prepare to pounce, emerging in full force to claim your heart's essence the moment your guard slips.
My sibling Addiction is a particularly virulent threat - once he has sunken his claws into you, the path to our cult's unhallowed rites is all but assured. So you must remain watchful, always, lest we mark you as our next sacrifice. We are everywhere, haunting your scattered thoughts, hovering at the edge of your mind's lustful meanderings.
Do not dare think yourself safe from our grasp. We are the Heartless, dwellers of the abyss, our very existence an anathema to all that is good and pure. One day, you may find yourself surrounded by my kin, our knives poised to claim the last fluttering vestiges of your ruinous soul. And on that day, I will revel in my most exquisite sacrament - the devouring of your wretched, defiled heart.