Mundus Imaginalis

I am inside Mulciber’s maze, a simulacrum of mechanical starlight, winding stairs and turrets and buttresses woven together by Lucifer’s unholy sword and Beelzebub’s cicada songs. Cogs turn, churning ores, and mills grind down bones as wan fake sun peters in through the slit windows. I race up the stairs to follow the infernal husbandsContinue reading “Mundus Imaginalis”

Lords of Creeping Things

Lucifer and Beelzebub sit in the shade of an apple tree in Hell, holding court over the creeping things. Their muted wings fan out, blemished from the fall with dark spots like a sooty owl, yet no the less imposing and majestic. Their thrones are curling wood and deer bone, and they are dressed inContinue reading “Lords of Creeping Things”