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Consecration, the Sun Bleeds over Seville

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After playing the game Blasphemous, I decided to do some research into Seville. This led to a bit of a rabbit hole into 15th Century Spain, the Inquisition, the figures that orchestrated it, as well as other aspects of Spanish history.

While this does not even come close to portraying the Inquisition, I wanted to capture a snapshot of a setting sun on a night during the Inquisition, and how its desire to create a monoculture through forced exile, torture, execution, and coerced conversion of Jews, Muslims, and others became a tapestry for state and church sanctioned horror.

The beast Alhambra roared a violent psalm Vile conversos horrid moriscos, the heretic herds A spear thrust into our sun’s martyred ribs Held in hateful grips the yellow warblers dripped in crimson sheen Flying like Michael the vengeful vassal of Aragon’s decree “O Torquemada Hark the righteous call King of Suprema Execute them all!” Cold unfeeling wretch, the flesh guillotine Teeth clicking sparks lit endless pyres Three made Seville weep at the sight of Friars

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