Blackwater Islands blur

the prophet's own dark energy bled into the air, an infection quickly spreading to her executioner. the spirits hummed and whispered all 'round.

our god demands worship, a velvet murmur coiling through the dark. in blood and fear... and in flesh; pleasure. there is magick in it, my executioner.

teeth to skin, sinking; soft like a flaw in the armor of her blood knight. he was only mortal. only a man. sinew and bone; hot veins and frantic heart.

first, i will be your quarry.

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