Twisted Tales Tuesday: Meet Morrissey
Darklings, the time has come to unveil a key member of the Transcendant family: Morrissey, Evelyn's enigmatic feline familiar.
Those piercing blue eyes hold secrets of other realms. That midnight fur absorbs more than just light. For Morrissey is no ordinary cat – he's the silent muse behind our darkest melodies.
In "The Percussion of Shadows," Evelyn reveals the arcane connection between her spectral companion and Transcendant's sonic sorcery.
Dare to read the full tale in the comments below. But be warned: once you peer behind the veil, there's no unknowing the eldritch truths that await.
What mysteries does your own feline familiar guard? Share your tales of midnight whispers and shadowy inspirations. 🐾
The Percussion of Shadows
By Evelyn Duskfall
The grandfather clock's mournful chime marked midnight as I sat before my drum kit, frustration mounting with each uninspired beat. Writer's block had sunk its cruel claws into my creativity, leaving me bereft of inspiration for our next track.
Morrissey, my ebony familiar, watched from atop a towering speaker, his tail swishing in apparent disapproval. As the last echoes of the clock faded, he leapt down, padding towards my drum set with uncanny purpose.
Before I could shoo him away, Morrissey's paw struck a cymbal. The sound that rang out was impossibly deep, reverberating through the room with otherworldly resonance. The shadows cast by my candles began to twist and writhe, taking on lives of their own.
Transfixed, I watched as Morrissey continued his macabre performance. Each tap of his paws drew forth sounds no earthly drum kit should produce – the wail of tortured souls, the creaking of ancient timbers, the whispers of long-buried secrets.
The dancing shadows coalesced into ethereal forms: a skeletal conductor raised his baton, spectral strings took up their bows, phantasmal brass gleamed in the candlelight. An orchestra of the damned, summoned by my feline maestro's eldritch rhythm.
I felt my hands drawn to the drums, compelled to join this symphony of shadows. As my sticks danced alongside Morrissey's paws, the boundaries between life and death, reality and nightmare, blurred into insignificance. Words of power spilled from my lips, a dark incantation set to the beat of the abyss.
We played for what felt like eons, our unholy duet giving voice to the very essence of darkness. The phantom orchestra swelled around us, filling my studio with a cacophony of beautiful terror.
When the final note faded, I found myself alone once more. Morrissey sat calmly licking his paw, for all the world an ordinary cat. But the sheet of lyrics before me told a different story – verses that spoke of realms beyond mortal ken, choruses that could shake the pillars of creation.
I gathered the pages with trembling hands, my eyes widening as I recognized fragments of melodies we'd been struggling with for weeks. Here were the missing pieces, the dark threads that would weave our sonic tapestry into something truly transcendent.
Morrissey's blue eyes met mine, a silent challenge glinting in their depths. I knew then that Transcendant's music would never be the same. For who was I to deny the world the fruits of our midnight collaboration?
As I reached to scratch behind his ears in gratitude, I could have sworn I heard the faintest echo of ghostly applause. And in that moment, I understood – our journey into the shadows had only just begun.
