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Endless vault of night, where the veil of stars unfurled,
A nameless presence resides, a demon of the underworld.
Choronzon, a shadowy enigma, a creature of the void's abyss,
A force that twists and unravels, a dread lord, malevolent, remiss.
In the dark and cosmic chasm, where lost souls weep and wail,
Choronzon finds its dwelling, its dominion, a cursed trail.
Its form, a grotesque tapestry of maddening disarray,
With eyes that gleam like dying suns, in the blackest night's array.
The tendrils of this entity writhe, as in the abyss it lies,
A labyrinthine dance of madness, a ceaseless spiral, no goodbyes.
Within this ominous abyss, souls are ensnared, as in a snare,
Their sanity unspooled like threads, caught in Choronzon's lair.
The denizens of this dark realm, where shadows are untamed,
Whispered secrets and forbidden truths, in the nameless dread, they're named.
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In the cosmic ballet of despair, Choronzon pulls the strings,
A maleficent puppeteer, it conducts the maddened beings.
And , within the realm of Choronzon, the dance of doom ensues,
As the abyss claims the souls, and their essence it imbues.
With a final, mournful wail, the curtain falls upon this tragic stage,
Where Choronzon and Novoikor merge, and reality turns a shadowy page.
GOAT OF A THOUSAND EYES
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An age when mysticism and the arcane held dominion over the hearts of the curious, Aleister Crowley, a seeker of the esoteric, dared to tread a perilous path. With incantations and ancient rites, he conjured forth a presence of unbridled malevolence. Choronzon, as the entity introduced itself, spoke in a voice like venom, a sinister warden of the abyss.
Their discourse, a nightmarish parley in the depths of forbidden knowledge, unveiled forbidden secrets from the shadowy expanse of reality. But as the rite continued, it became clear that Choronzon was more than a mere interlocutor; it was a sinister impostor.
For, you see, it was not Choronzon that Crowley had beckoned, but an insidious entity far more ancient and dreadful. Novoikor, shrouded in a deceptive guise, had concealed its true nature behind the mask of Choronzon. The demon lord of the abyss, a trickster of unparalleled cunning, had invaded Crowley's soul with treacherous intent.
In this unholy masquerade, the wretched Crowley found himself ensnared by the beguiling deceiver, his essence a pawn in a cosmic game of grand malevolence. The being, that bore the semblance of Choronzon, crept into the very recesses of his psyche, planting the seeds of madness and despair.
As the rite drew to its grim conclusion, a dreadful realization washed over Crowley's trembling spirit. It was not Choronzon he had conjured, but Novoikor, a lord of darkness and madness, who now held dominion over his being. The true name, a profane secret concealed in the whispering void, now left the hapless sorcerer bereft of reason and enslaved by the Goat of a Thousand Eyes.
With that sinister revelation, the pact was sealed. Novoikor, the hidden terror behind the mask of Choronzon, had claimed Crowley's soul, entwining it inextricably with the horrors of the abyss. Their malevolent union was forged in the crucible of deception, and the world trembled, oblivious to the cosmic treachery that had transpired.