The Worm Host

“Once crowned by light, now enthroned in rot.” 🕯🩸⛓

Before confession had teeth… before fire learned to judge…
there was one who questioned the Light.
He was not cast into flame 🔥
He was erased.

Unwritten from prayer.
Unremembered by heaven.
Left in a silence so vast it began to answer back.

🕳 Beneath creation, something stirred.
Not god. Not demon.
But the Worm — older than doctrine, patient as decay.

It found him hollow.
And it moved in.

Now he is neither angel nor man.
He is the Worm Host — a living reliquary of blasphemy 🩻
A throne grown from bone and refuse 👑🦠
A sermon preached in hunger, pulse, and rot 💉💀

He does not conquer.
He consumes.

🧎♂ Flesh is Scripture
🪱 Worms are Truth
🕳 Memory is Meat

Beneath the Mycarium Spire, he waits —
roots spreading through stone, faith, and time itself ⛓
Remembering the Light…
and knowing exactly why it must die. ⚰🔥

“Blessed be the hollow.
Blessed be the eater.
From marrow to memory,
the Worm shall inherit.” 📜

🪱 THE WORM HOST AWAKENS 🪱