
From the ichor of a felled god, I rose as his final whisper, his last joke & a forgotten performer’s flame.I am Slygrin, stitched from ego, ichor, and spectacle.Your grinning ringmaster of reverie ;o}
✦ SLYGRIN — THE LAST LAUGH OF A GOD ✦A god died with its name forgotten, altered by the very being it defied: Change. From their shattered form, its countless mouths spilled a final breath, thick with divine ichor. Sweet. Strange. Alive.For gods do not die cleanly...The spilled ichor thick, weeping, and aching with memory. Drifted, aimless, until it seeped into the body of a fallen performer, one who died reaching for an encore. And in that hushed union, something new rose to the stage. A stitched thing. A soul kept warm by godblood.
Neither wholly divine, nor merely mortal created this Sly grin-And now its time to reclaim~ ;o}