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00:00Dimension of Horror
00:02The following work is titled, De Carabia.
00:09The night was shrouded in a blanket of absolute darkness, where the stars had been eclipsed by an even more sinister presence.
00:18In the heart of a forgotten forest, the wind whispered dark secrets as the leaves rustled restlessly.
00:25A circle of ancient runes, drawn in dried blood and ash, stretched across the ground, radiating a disturbing aura that seemed to twist reality itself.
00:38In the center of the circle lay the five-pointed amulet, an artifact that seemed to have been carved directly from shadow.
00:46Each of its points seemed to point toward the darkest corners of the universe, as if it were a beacon to the forces that lay beyond the veil of reality.
00:58The occultists, dressed in black robes and hoods, formed a circle around the altar.
01:06Each held in their hands a black candle whose flame flickered in harmony with the restless wind.
01:12The leader of the group, a man with bloodshot eyes and a twisted smile, held an ancient, profane book in his wrinkled hands.
01:23The words that came from his mouth were a dark and ancient murmur, a mixture of whispers and wails that should not have belonged to the world of the living.
01:33As the words took shape in the air, a current of dark energy pooled in the center of the circle, distorting the candlelight and plunging everything into an oppressive gloom.
01:46The leader raised the book above his head, his eyes shining with an emotion bordering on ecstasy.
01:54The other occultists joined him, repeating the words in a twisted litany that echoed in the air like a wail from beyond the grave.
02:04Energy gathered in the center of the circle, distorting reality and twisting perception.
02:11And then, like a black star emerging from an endless abyss, a figure began to take shape in the center of the circle.
02:21It was from Carabia, the five-pointed star, materializing in reality with a presence that transcended the human.
02:30Its form was a mixture of shadows and fire, a palpable darkness that absorbed light and hope.
02:36The birds that inhabited the forest began to stir in the air, their cries filling the air with a discordant chorus.
02:46The wind picked up, howling through the trees like the wail of damned souls.
02:53De Carabia, with eyes that glowed like burning embers, towered over the circle of occultists, his presence filling the space with palpable oppression.
03:03The leader of the group, kneeling before the shadowy entity, raised the five-pointed amulet in a gesture of devotion.
03:12From Carabia, he whispered reverently, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and anticipation, we call upon you and offer our souls as tribute.
03:23Grant your dark gifts and reveal the hidden secrets that lie beyond human understanding.
03:29De Carabia, with a voice that was like the crackling of withered branches, responded with words that echoed in the mind of every occultist, a promise wrapped in shadows and desire.
03:42Your tribute has been heard.
03:46The ancient secrets will be revealed, but only in exchange for sacrifice.
03:51Your souls will merge with the darkness that dwells within me, and you will find the knowledge you crave.
03:57The leader of the group nodded frantically, anxiety and greed distilling in his crazed eyes.
04:06Slowly, the occultists began to chant a doomed chant, their voices rising in a song that resonated with despair and fervor.
04:15The five-pointed amulet began to vibrate in his hands, emitting a dark hum that spread through the air like a curse.
04:26Reality itself seemed to distort as the chant reached its climax, the rune circle and amulet glowing in a dark, ominous glow.
04:36And then, in a burst of darkness and terror, the occultists vanished, their existence merging with the entity they had summoned.
04:48Decarabia rose above the circle, a five-pointed star shining with a twisted glow.
04:55The birds around him seemed to be in a frenzied dance, their eyes glowing with a malevolent light.
05:02The forest was plunged into an ominous silence, broken only by the chirping of birds and the distant echo of occultists lost in the shadows.
05:13Night had fallen under the dominion of darkness, and terror had been unleashed in the heart of the cursed forest.
05:21Decarabia's presence filled the air with an oppression that weighed on the hearts of the occultists.
05:27Birds fluttered around them in a whirlwind of shadows, as if they were messengers from a realm beyond human understanding.
05:37Decarabia's eyes, burning flames in the darkness, fell upon the leader of the group, who knelt with a mixture of submission and anticipation.
05:47Decarabia, Lord of Shadows, the leader murmured in a trembling but fervent voice, we have answered your call and are willing to pay the price for your dark gifts.
06:01Decarabia seemed to smile with a flash of his dark lips.
06:05Your devotion is evident, he whispered in a tone that seemed to resonate from the depths of the abyss.
06:13The secrets you crave are about to be revealed, but the price I will exact is one only the bravest and most desperate would be willing to pay.
06:24The leader of the group nodded with a determination that concealed a mixture of anxiety and longing.
06:30—Our souls are yours, Decarabia.
06:34Make us worthy of your dark secrets.
06:38Decarabia raised a grim hand and extended its long, slender fingers.
06:44In his hands appeared a knife whose blade seemed to be made of darkness itself.
06:49The leader of the group took it with trembling hands, feeling the cold of the shadow creep over his skin.
06:57In a voice that was a cutting whisper, Decarabia instructed,
07:02—The first step to gaining knowledge is an act of masochism and devotion.
07:07—Cut your flesh and shed your blood in honor of me and what you are about to receive.
07:13The leader of the group closed his eyes, swallowed, and squeezed the knife in his palm.
07:20The dark metal sank into his skin, tearing the flesh with a mixture of pain and euphoria.
07:25A crimson line began to form on his palm, and a deranged smile formed on his face.
07:32as the blood dripped to the ground and mixed with the runes of the circle.
07:38The other occultists watched with a mixture of horror and fascination.
07:42as the leader continued to cut his flesh in tortuous patterns.
07:46Every drop of blood spilled seemed to be absorbed by the ground, as if the earth itself yearned for it.
07:53the essence of his sacrifice.
07:56Finally, the leader raised his bloody hand to the dark sky, his face bathed in ecstasy.
08:03sadistic.
08:04Decarabia.
08:06I have shed my blood in your honor.
08:09I offer my pain as a tribute to your greatness.
08:13Decarabia seemed to quench his thirst for the bloody spectacle, his eyes burning with a glow
08:19perverse.
08:20Well done, he murmured approvingly.
08:24Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed.
08:27Now, the knowledge you crave will be yours, but it comes at an even higher price.
08:34The leader of the group, his hand still soaked in blood, bowed to Decarabia, yearning
08:40of what would come next.
08:43We have come here in search of power and wisdom.
08:48We are willing to pay any price.
08:51Decarabia extended his dark hand once more, and in it appeared an ancient book
08:56with pages of shadows that seemed to beat like living hearts.
09:01This book contains the secrets you seek.
09:05But his knowledge can only be assimilated through a final act of devotion.
09:11The leader of the group took the book reverently, his eyes fixed on the words that seemed
09:17move across the pages like restless snakes.
09:20What must we do to unlock this final knowledge? he asked with urgency.
09:26that I could barely contain.
09:29Decarabia smiled in a crooked way, a smile that seemed to cut through the
09:34shadows like a blade.
09:35The final knowledge is obtained through supreme suffering, he declared in a tone
09:42which was a mixture of temptation and sadism.
09:45Each of you must donate a vital organ, one you choose from your own body,
09:51as a final offering.
09:52A chill ran down the spine of the group leader, and their eyes met.
09:59with those of his fellow occultists.
10:01Terror was reflected in their eyes, but also a desperate hunger for power.
10:07and the revelation they had been seeking.
10:11Decarabia watched with burning eyes as the occultists exchanged uncertain glances.
10:16The tension in the air was palpable, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and twisted desires.
10:24The darkness seemed to pulse with anticipation, awaiting the inevitable outcome of this pact.
10:31sinister.
10:33The circle of occultists was silent, the tension in the air palpable.
10:38while each of them processed Decarabia's words.
10:42The leader of the group held the book of shadows with trembling hands, his mind tormented
10:48for the decision that was coming.
10:51The shadow of Decarabia seemed to spread over them like a dark cloak, waiting
10:56the choice they would make.
10:59Finally, one of the occultists, with a fierce look in his eyes, stepped forward.
11:06"I'm willing to do it," he declared with a determination that concealed his fear.
11:12"I will surrender my organ to obtain the knowledge and power we seek."
11:17Decarabia smiled with satisfaction, his eyes burning with a sinister glow.
11:24"All right, brave one," he whispered in a voice that seemed to cut through the darkness.
11:30"Choose the organ you will offer and prepare for the ritual."
11:34The occultist approached the center of the circle, where a stone table had been placed.
11:40Cold. On it rested sinister tools, all bathed in shadow and meaning.
11:47macabre. The occultist chose a sharp knife with a blade that seemed to reflect the
11:54darkness itself. With trembling hands, he began to tear at his own flesh, his face deformed
12:01by a mixture of pain and determination. The knife sank into his skin, opening furrows
12:07of blood dripping onto the table. The other occultists watched with a mixture of
12:13of horror and fascination, unable to tear their eyes away from the grotesque scene that was unfolding
12:19before them. The occultist finally extracted the chosen organ, his pale, bathed face
12:26in sweat as he held it in his bloody hands. Decarabia watched with eyes
12:32burning, their twisted figures seeming to feed on suffering and sacrifice.
12:39I offer this organ in your name, Decarabia, declared the occultist with a trembling voice, his
12:45gaze fixed on the shadowy entity. May my pain and my blood be the tribute you deserve.
12:52Decarabia extended his dark hand over the bloody organ, and a sinister light
12:58wrapped the offering. The organ seemed to melt into shadows, being absorbed by
13:04Decarabia's hand as if it were an offering devoured by darkness itself.
13:09The shadowy entity seemed to vibrate with a new energy, its twisted figure seeming
13:15expand and fill the space with an even more overwhelming presence. The birds around them
13:22croaked in response, their sounds distorted like a chorus of condemnation. Decarabia turned
13:29toward the other occultists, his gaze scanning their faces with a mixture of expectation and
13:35anticipation. The tribute has been accepted, he whispered in a tone that was a mixture of satisfaction
13:42and desire. The knowledge that Anelais will now reveal. The leader of the group, whose face
13:50was drenched in sweat and whose mind was filled with a mixture of fear and longing, gave
13:55a step forward.
13:57"It's my turn," he announced in a slightly trembling voice.
14:02—I will donate my organ as a token of our devotion.
14:06Decarabia nodded approvingly, his burning eyes fixed on the leader.
14:12—Get ready, for the ritual will require your courage and your will.
14:16The leader approached the stone table, his gaze fixed on the shadowy tools
14:22who were waiting for their choice. The knife that had been used before was still stained
14:28of blood, and seemed to call him with a perverse attraction. With hands that trembled more than
14:34From the previous occultist, the leader took the knife and began his own act of masochism.
14:40The blade sank into his flesh with a mixture of pain and euphoria, while the other occultists
14:47They watched in a silence that was charged with palpable tension.
14:52Blood began to flow once more, soaking the stone table in a macabre feast.
14:59The leader of the group removed the chosen organ, his face contorted in pain but also
15:05by a kind of sick trance. The room was filled with the metallic smell of blood
15:11and the suffocating scent of darkness. De Carabia watched with burning eyes as
15:17the leader presented his offering.
15:20Let this flesh and blood be the ultimate proof of our devotion, he murmured with
15:26satisfaction, extending his dark hand to accept the tribute.
15:30The organ disappeared into the shadows surrounding De Carabia's hand, and the entity
15:36shadowy seemed to vibrate with an even greater dark energy.
15:41The leader of the group seemed to stagger, his face turning pale as the pain
15:46and the sacrifice began to take its toll.
15:50The scene was filled with an intensity that was almost palpable, a combination of horror
15:55and ecstasy that transcended human understanding. The occultists had taken irrevocable steps
16:02into darkness, and the price they would pay for their twisted desires was yet to be revealed.
16:09The circle of occultists was plunged into an overwhelming silence after the acts
16:14sacrificial sinister events that had taken place. The energy in the air seemed charged
16:20with a mixture of anticipation and horror, as if the world itself were holding its breath
16:25before what was to come. From Carabia, the shadowy entity of five
16:31points, watched the occultists with burning eyes, his twisted form seeming to pulse
16:37with a malevolent energy. The leader of the group, whose face was marked
16:43Through pain and twisted ecstasy, he finally spoke with a trembling voice.
16:49—We have fulfilled your demands, De Carabia, he murmured with a mixture of devotion and anxiety.
16:56—We have given everything in search of your dark gifts and your knowledge.
17:01De Carabia smiled, a smile that seemed to cut through the darkness like a blade.
17:06"You have proven your loyalty," he whispered in a tone that seemed a mixture of satisfaction.
17:13and anticipation. Now, to complete the pact, you must undergo a metamorphosis that will unite you
17:21to me in a deeper way. The occultists exchanged uncertain glances, their minds
17:28stunned by De Carabia's words. The shadow of what was to come hung over
17:34them as an inescapable curse. But the hunger for power and knowledge had unleashed
17:40something dark in their souls, an unquenchable thirst that drove them forward.
17:46"What does this metamorphosis mean?" one of the occultists asked with a mixture of curiosity.
17:52and fear. De Carabia rose above the circle, his twisted form emitting a glow that
17:59seemed to illuminate the darkness. Your souls are already intertwined with mine through the
18:05sacrifices you have made, he explained in a voice that was a cutting whisper. Now,
18:12Your bodies will undergo a transformation that will reflect your devotion and unite you to me in
18:18a way that will allow you to channel my power. The air seemed to vibrate with promise and danger
18:25that those words carried with them. The occultists exchanged nervous glances,
18:31Some of them anticipating the transformation with a sick desire, while others struggled
18:37with the fear that was approaching. De Carabia extended a grim hand towards the leader of the group,
18:44whose eyes shone with a mixture of terror and determination. "You will be the first," he declared.
18:51with a voice that seemed to resonate from the depths of the abyss.
18:55—The metamorphosis will begin with you. The leader of the group nodded with a mixture of nervousness and
19:03resignation. He approached the center of the circle, where a strange dark mist began to form,
19:10enveloping him in shadows that seemed to throb with a life of their own. De Carabia extended his hand
19:17dark towards the leader, and the mist began to surround his body, enveloping him in an embrace
19:23dark. The occultists watched with a mixture of fear and fascination as the leader began
19:29to twist and writhe in the mist's embrace. Their screams filled the air,
19:36a cacophony of pain and ecstasy as his body seemed to change and deform. The leader's skin
19:43became pale and cold, as if made of marble. Dark rumblings began to rise from
19:50her skin, breaking the surface in an eruption of feathers that looked like shadow roots. Her mouth
19:57It elongated into a sharp, twisted beak, its eyes glowing with a sinister gleam as
20:03His mind sank into a distorted reality. The leader of the group now stood before them like
20:10a deformed creature, a grotesque mixture of human and bird. Its black wings spread
20:17to the sides, like shadows that took on a life of their own. His gaze fell on Decarabia with a
20:24devotion that seemed to go beyond human reason, a devotion that had been carved into
20:30the deepest part of his being through the macabre acts he had committed.
20:34The metamorphosis is complete, Decarabia declared with satisfaction in his voice.
20:41You are now an extension of my will, a being who will channel my power and carry out my will.
20:47in this world. The other occultists watched with a mixture of horror and envy as the
20:54The now transformed leader bowed to Decarabia, his dark wings quivering with emotion.
20:59The leader extended a hand toward the others, inviting them to follow his example and submit.
21:06to the metamorphosis that had transformed him. The choice was in the hands of the occultists,
21:13a choice that would mean joining Decarabia in a way that would transcend the
21:17humanity or reject their offer and face the consequences. The dark mist kept swirling around
21:24Around them, a promise and a threat wrapped in shadows that called them to join the dark
21:30power that now loomed over them. The circle of occultists was in a state of tension
21:37extreme. The metamorphosis of the group's leader into a hybrid creature of human and bird had left
21:44a mark of horror and wonder on their minds. The dark mist continued to swirl around them,
21:50a sinister promise of transformation and power. One by one, the occultists approached the center
21:58of the circle, looking with eyes mixed with fear and desire towards the mist. Each one had to face
22:05their own choice, accept the metamorphosis and join Decarabia in a twisted form or
22:11resist and face the unknown consequences. The second occultist, whose face was marked by
22:19A mixture of nervousness and desperation, he took a step forward. His hands trembled as he
22:26He entered the dark mist, feeling the shadows twisting around him like snakes.
22:32insidious. The transformation began, and her screams filled the air as her body contorted
22:40and deformed. His skin turned pale and cold, his limbs elongated into twisted claws.
22:48Black rumbles emerged from his skin, like roots of shadow seeking the light. The other occultists
22:55They watched with a mixture of horror and fascination, their own minds struggling with the choice that was
23:01was coming. Each transformation was a macabre reminder of the pacts they had sealed, a dance
23:09twisted with pain and ecstasy that drew them like butterflies to the flame. The third in line
23:16He stepped forward, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and madness. He sank into the dark mist, and his
23:23The metamorphosis began with a burst of screams and moans. Her body twisted and transformed into
23:30a nightmare of feathers and deformed flesh, its face torn by a twisted beak. The scenes of
23:38horror were repeated over and over again as each occultist underwent the metamorphosis, their bodies
23:44distorting into grotesque amalgams of human and bird. Feathers intertwined with flesh, screams
23:52mingled with sadistic laughter, and the dark mist seemed to drink in suffering and despair.
23:58Finally, all the occultists had undergone their transformation, and the circle was filled with
24:06deformed and twisted creatures, with dark plumage and glowing eyes. The birds that had
24:13fluttering around Decarabia seemed to recognize their new comrades, their croaking
24:19filling the air like a song of damnation. Decarabia watched with burning eyes, his figure
24:26twisted, vibrating with a sinister energy. You have taken a step towards eternity, he whispered
24:33in a tone that was a mixture of triumph and perversion. Now you are my messengers and executioners,
24:40united to me in a form that transcends the limits of human flesh. The deformed creatures
24:47bowed to Decarabia, their wings trembling with twisted emotion. The dark mist that
24:53surrounding them seemed to throb with a life of its own, as if it were an extension of the shadowy entity that
24:59had transformed them. Decarabia stretched his twisted arms toward the dark sky,
25:06and the winged creatures followed him, rising into the air in a flight of damnation. Their wings
25:13black beasts beat in a frenzy of ecstasy and pain, and their cries and croaks filled the air like a
25:19macabre chorus announcing his new existence. The leader of the group, now a creature of
25:26nightmare with burning eyes and a twisted beak, spoke with a voice that was a mixture of desire and
25:32madness. We are yours, Decarabia. Our bodies and souls are yours forever. Decarabia smiled with
25:42satisfaction, his twisted figure glowing with a dark radiance. You are my chosen ones,
25:49my heralds in the darkness, he declared in a tone that was a mixture of triumph and seduction. Now,
25:56Spread your wings and carry my will through the skies, sowing chaos and destruction.
26:02damnation. The winged creatures rose into the air, their twisted forms fading into
26:09the darkness of the night. The croaks and shouts echoed in the distance as they disappeared into
26:16the horizon, leaving behind a circle of blood, sacrifice and metamorphosis. The cursed forest
26:23He was silent, immersed in the shadow and horror of the events that had taken place.
26:30The occultists had sought power and knowledge at any cost, and now they had been transformed
26:36into creatures that would carry out the will of Decarabia in a world that would tremble at his
26:41twisted presence. The winged creatures, now transformed by Decarabia's twisted will,
26:49They soared through the skies in a flight of damnation. Their black wings flapped in the air, leaving a trail
26:57of shadows and desolation in its wake. The croaks and screams filled the air like a sinister chorus,
27:03announcing the arrival of unimaginable darkness. In their flight, the deformed creatures began to
27:11unleash chaos upon the land. Entire cities were engulfed in fear and despair
27:18while the shadows of their wings obscured the sun and the wind they carried with them brought a
27:24feeling of doom. The earth trembled under the weight of its influence, and humanity found itself
27:31trapped in a suffocating embrace of darkness and suffering. But as the creatures
27:37fulfilled their role as executors of Decarabia, they began to experience distorted visions
27:43and disturbing nightmares. In their dreams, they saw an unfathomable abyss, an infinite void that
27:50consumed with a feeling of despair and loneliness. Whispering voices called to them from
27:57the depths, promising them knowledge beyond their understanding, power that would transcend
28:03even their new twisted forms. The winged creatures began to question the
28:10true nature of his metamorphosis and his pact with Decarabia. The power they had sought was
28:16It became a curse that dragged them towards the abyss, promising dark secrets.
28:22but at the cost of their sanity and soul. The suffering they had embraced became a burden
28:28unbearable that threatened to consume them completely. Meanwhile, in the rune circle
28:35Where it all began, Decarabia watched with burning eyes. His twisted figure seemed
28:43absorb the darkness itself as its influence spread across the land. But even Decarabia
28:49was not exempt from the traps of the abyss. Whispering voices echoed in his mind, promising him
28:56an even greater power if he could open a door to the other side of the unfathomable abyss. Decarabia,
29:03Seduced by the promise of knowledge and supreme power, he began to search for a way to open
29:09This door. Their plans were woven in darkness, while the earth trembled under the weight of their
29:15influence and the winged creatures writhed in their flights of suffering and confusion. But the
29:22What Decarabia didn't know was that the bottomless abyss was not a well of knowledge, but a trap.
29:28created by an even older and more twisted entity. The abyss promised secrets and power, but only
29:36led to madness and ruin. Those who dared to cross its threshold would be trapped
29:42in an eternal cycle of torment and despair. Betrayal was woven in the darkness and Decarabia
29:50was destined to be its victim. As its influence spread, the unfathomable abyss
29:57began to open and reality itself began to crumble. The winged creatures, trapped
30:04In their own torment, they rushed into the abyss in a final act of desperation.
30:10Decarabia, blinded by his thirst for power and knowledge, crossed the door of the abyss with a deranged laugh.
30:19But what he found on the other side was not the promised greatness, but an infinite emptiness.
30:24that devoured his being with an unquenchable thirst. His twisted form began to fade into
30:31darkness as his mind was drawn into a spiral of madness and suffering. The earth
30:37trembled with the dissolution of Decarabia and the rupture of reality itself. The abyss
30:43unfathomable began to close, leaving behind a darkness that faded into the distance.
30:50The winged creatures, free at last from their torment, dissipated in the wind like nightmares.
30:56forgotten. Humanity was plunged into confusion and horror, without fully understanding
31:03the fate that had lurked in the shadows. The occultists who had sought power and
31:09knowledge at any cost had been deceived and destroyed by their own thirst for
31:14dominion. The world was marked by the trail of destruction and suffering left by Decarabia
31:20and its twisted influence. The lesson was clear: the blind pursuit of power and knowledge
31:27without limits only led to destruction. The shadows had taken their toll, and humanity
31:34had to face the consequences of his inner darkness. The unfathomable abyss closed, leaving
31:41behind a land marked by the scar of deceit and devastation. The story of Decarabia and its
31:48promise of power and dark knowledge became a cautionary tale, a reminder that
31:54Even in the pursuit of the deepest knowledge, one must be careful not to fall into
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