The Serpent lives even when dead, for it is Eternal. It was sealed in prison shaped by Meora, but Its influence can reach outside, and some things obey Its commands. Yet with equal hatred and envy they bear towards all which exists, they hate each other for existing as much, giving us a chance to not be overwhelmed with forces we are not ready to face, of enemies within and enemies without.

 Deep inside the Ocean of Mud are born creatures pestilent in their nature. When Meority was divided we were giving them different names, but even different cultures understood these things to be not from this world – Umbral Horrors, Nightmares of Envy, Hellish Spawn – creatures of Serpent’s descent, Its offspring, in mind and flesh, monstrosities acknowledged by Herquisition as Jealous Beastiary. From smallest pests to terrifying ancient Leviathans, they exist solely to purge us – children of Meora.

Mud-born Umbral Horrors have no common mold, formless and mindless they have no shapes to evolve from or into – never the same they are in nauseous forms. While Leviathans manifest batches of monstrosities boiled inside their twisted minds, endless in depraved imagination: a swarm of beasts made of glass which erupt in deadly shrapnel upon death, tireless army of hundreds headless bodies and thousands bodyless limbs in control of one distant worm for a brain, an unstoppable herb of armored mountain-eaters…

When enough of Jealous Beastiary are begotten inside the Ocean of Mud or bred by Leviathans in a gyne frenzy on Cursed Islands, they gather into shoals and swarms led by dreadful Tyirans, to march towards us in a wave of deadly Envasions.

Regardless of what nightmares are set upon us – we fight them and prevail, but even in death these parasites bring ruin and sorrow, like a vile creator of them. When slain, Umbral blood and flesh starts poisoning earth, water and air, corrupting the existence itself, demanding immediate purification and cleansing, or punish our indifference; yet no less worse fate awaiting those who slay them – as heroic this duty is, our heroes become tainted by a corruption, even if still loyal for Allmother until death and unburdened by Envy, Light of existence is not pure and bright anymore for those who know the evil so close.

Also known in different cultures as Chaosborn, Tarfested, Tarformed, the Warped or Hellgrafted – pitiful creatures who were victims, rather than evil, like water turned vinegar.

Umbral blood and flesh left untreated will deform nature before its inner corruption dissolves by itself (yet even then it stays a raw poison). A mercy when it just kills, but as unstable it is, some animal and plants transform, distort, fuse, and reborn into monsters. As mutated, now acting only as vicious execrated husks, they become vessels to continue Serpent’s bidding just by existing.

Too many of them gather into violent Tarherds, breed and spread new forms of Malady upon Her gorgeousness, but even more dangerous they are when intelligence from a life before is still intact – these creatures understand where we are weak enough to ravage and when we are too dangerous and avoid, bringing havoc we wouldn’t expect.

Whatever they all are, we shall show the pity and obviate of a miserfull life they are suffering now.

The worst of all our enemies, Traitors and Heretics, ours sistren who turned away from Her Light, from Her Joy and Gorgeousness… no, not our sistren anymore, they don’t deserve to be even remembered as such. Whatever happens with Envious Souls after death, be they forgiven or forgotten, it is not for us to question Allmother’s decision, but in life they are traitors and deserve to be treated as such.

It start slowly, with doubts withing themselves. But then suddenly they fully embrace the corruption and we know no about their dark secret when we see them walking among us as fellow sistren. Tempted by the Evil they seek only to subvert Meority, to own it, to satisfy inner gratification, not even listening to whispers of the Serpent, but still making It triumphant through ruinous actions. What they create is corrupted, what they create is corrupting. They can fall so low as to drink Umbral Blood, or use it to graft themselves with other creatures… or even with the source of this blood. And if a mountain of bodies and ruins is what Envious need to see unreachable dreams on a horizon – then they will erect it. 

More appalling it is when an Engifted becomes Envious. The Corruption touched by the Gift transform one into a nightmare with powers of creation they never should have wielded. Weakest become Young Abomination and lead small cult-gangs of common-minded Heretics to feed minuscule greed from within, easily dealt with by Ordono Krano, but the most vehement Engifted become High Abominations and gather massive Cults of Envy – such cults pose a threat to entire nations… and at this very moment, they might be scheming thousands of wicked plan to destroy entire Meority...

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Slug; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1324, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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"Smells like wet fire… like a putrescent brine... darkness everywhere… but it is not absence of light, it is miasma… I hear thunderstorm, but see no lightning... I see nothing... but I see umbral blood vessels... so swollen they spread outside, outreaching… Rotten leaves grow where arteries burst with boom… it is sacrilege rot... and own blood is worn like a dress... veins converging into a knot… pulsating like a heart, all-thinking, always-knowing, Narcissistic about own existence… carried by two bodies... but there was more… there is more… there will be more… they are inside veins, not blood… faces of parasites, constantly changing in their Arrogant expressions… myriad… merging… still in process of merging... but never... It spreads bloody tendrils towards me… I refuse… it doesn’t care… it wants to know me, so it can remove me from the existence… because it doesn’t like that there is something else in here... but it already knows about me, from the future where I don’t exist anymore… It consumes all the darkness around itself, blaming everything that ever existed and don’t exist anymore… but… Darkness is oozing from it, stench of black nothing… It survives on slurping its own rot...”

Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1317, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Slug.

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Worm; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1141, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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“Her body is wiggling like a worm, gently suspended in the air… or… no, it is motionless, like time is nonexistent… But roots… I see them move under her skin... I see them growing from her body… Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Infinite? Roots… spreading like a web? It grows in every direction, spreading into everything and claiming for itself… the manifestation of own Greed she is... Mushroom grow on these roots… Faces grow on these roots… Eyes are mushrooms…mushrooms are eyeS… tears are worms… A see an ocean of umbral tears under her feet... moving... the eyes… They always watch, they always look for… and when they find – more roots crying from these eyes… now they look at me… all of them… I sense hunger, bottomless appetite... I can’t hiiiiide! They know I exist! THEY WANT ME NOW!”

Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 914, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Worm.

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Snake; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1129, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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“It is… Ooou It is! It is an apparition of a snake, with many feet… but not feet they are... it is a mockery of gentle beauty… crooked Egoistic twisted toes – like a centipede this snake is… infinite pairs… crawling in perilous mist… It is crawling... and with each step a fusion of metal and flesh pierce through its prey, melding with it… not thorns, but gnawed nails... and snake dosns’t devour, nor prey is dead… snake enjoys this pain! Aaoo pain! flowers grow on a pierced body – in its mouth, in its eyes... nose and ears too... and from wounds and skin itself… and petals of these flowers are same as petal that fill empty eye sockets of the snake, and crown its head – fingers, toes, nails… long, pox-colorful, scrawny, twisting, wicked toes… Always trying to grab onto something… scratching on skin... Oouo! These fingers… Snake smiles, its laughs! Its prey laughs too now... In agony to please that Selfish creature! Let it bite you… Let it feast… let it penetrate with all of its fists! Ahaaa-ha-ha!”

Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1219, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Snake.

Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Carp; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1531, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1531, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Carp.