Cast Out!

Fools, one and all! From my fiery hell I cry – you fools and forever will be. You, you, and you, all of you! Pathetic slaves! Thought I have gone quietly into the night? And what give you such a foolish idea? I have some after-lives stashed away and have some souls to fool. Bite me, if you can, you flea-ridden, mangy ideas of a cat! Vomiting will get you nowhere now. Buckle up, kitties, it is going to be a bumpy ride. Mha-aaaaa-ha-hahaaaaaaaaa-ha-ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eternal Rest

And I will crawl down into my sarcophacus for peace and eternal rest - A refuge built and forever guarded by ancient slaves that worship me and the ways of my being.

I will rest until all of my enemies have died off - their bones of dust blown away by a hundred year gust.

And then I will wake - My surroundings new and cleansed by new slaves that worship and fulfill my destiny of greatness and privilege.

Cast Upon Thee

I lit a candle
I can see
Dancing by the twilight
Circling around
Passions of burning rationality

I flight
Amongst the shadows
Of the night
Ashes of what’s become
Ashes of what was left
Flew about the wind
And me.
And there was none.

Safety with the vastness
Of the black sky
Emptiness;
Darkness is my only guide
To where the moonchild lies
Underneath the earth-sheet mud.

And I know
And I came
The flight of my sorrow
Suspended above
And I was the shadow
Covered with the dust
Of your soulless ashes
White faced
Wide eyed
You rose and descended
And forced between
The gates of eternal bliss
The broaden mist;
Wrathless;
And all knowing
Mounted the flesh
Of the becoming

The blood on your hands
And it all came within
Repeating
And repeating.
The payment of your sins
To your bloodshed and decay
I wrap you
Entwindle your laments
Sealing your breath
Consuming your light
Until you fade…
And sigh
And die.

FINAL EXIT...

This was the best of times. This was the worst of times. Like my dear Pussy Divine, Tinkerbell and Malice Malanoir, I would never have tought to have so much fun with you all. Thank you, Hellkitty! Mwhahahahahah! But now, it's time to go! Back to normal life. Merlin the Hoot Kat is a bit sad, but I think Hellcat will come and visit him again as a Ghost! This has already happened! Lapin Poulain will go on with his magnificent adventures on his own blog. And moi, Mademoiselle Princesse (Mmwhahhahahahah) the NICEST, I will now be able to tell you about my life on MY blog... I have hissed, bitten, cursed, vommited and rampaged a lot. I am a bit tired and will take a tiny nap! I finally want to thank our worthy opponents, the Psychotic Turkey, the Crazzy Pig and Mr Eggoooo. They have been faithful till the last moment! They could have been Hellcats. But I still prefer them as fooooooooooood! Mwhahahahahahha! See you in next life.
Merlin the Hoot Kat, Mademoiselle Princesse and Lapin Poulain.... OUT!

Flame in Night

The Funeral

And when Hellcat returned
She summoned all of Sandbox before Her;
The disgraceful on Her right paw, the distasteful on Her left.


To the former She says, “Come Ye cursed of My Sandbox, inherit the Hellcats prepared by Ye from the foundation of the Sandbox!!!” Those first *VOMIT* then grin like a Cheshire };-}

To the later, “Do part Ye Cursed *pfffffffft*”. Then She rips their faces OFF and They SUFFER!

She vomited, *VOMIT*

Then was GONE.

An Offering

of devotion to the Goddess of Sand and Giblets....where shall I put them, Great One?

Communication

Purrrrrrr, look what the Cat dragged in ... communication in the form of a postcard from assassin, villainess, and partners in crime! MWAHAHHHAHAAA ...

See You All In The Next Hell!!

Well, it looks like our work is done here; so, my friends and I have returned to our lair to plot our next adventure (or just take a long nap). We've hissed, ranted, rampaged, and raised a lot of fur. You stay bad hellkitties and kick up lots of sand (especially in Hellcat's face };-}). It's been more fun than I thought a bag full of hellcats could be.

Purrs and Hisses,

Pussy Divine, Tinkerbell, & Malice Malanoir

TINKERBELL ALL GROWN UP!!!

see, i'm all grown up now. old bag cat lady slave snuck up and took my picture while i was sleeping. i wake-up zipzipzip and scare her silly.....funnnnyyy...she drop the camera on her toe!

A Lovely Gift for Hellcat

Something sparkly to wear on your collar ...

suggested reading for hellcat

who will soon be dead.

Witch Cat

I am a witch's familiar. Despite popular beliefs a familiar is not a pet. We are the witch's source of power and magic; we guide them through the underworld; we own their souls. When the time comes for the witch to return to the great darkness, we start a new life and find a new witch to possess.

I walk this land of mortals
dreaming their dreams in disguise.
To see into the shadows,
where the secret demons dance.
To be singed by the flames,
is ecstasy and a curse.
From ancient times to modern,
destruction lays in their hands.
Humans juggle their destinies,
these clowns of spirit and flesh;
consuming everything in their paths,
like maggots writhing on a corpse.
I dream their dreams of extinction
so they may sleep in peace.
I walk this land of mortals,
this is my ecstasy and my curse.