Lord of the Undead

Important note: Pre-acceptance, pit opening in the winter of 2026. A vague figure stood on the altar, like smoke blown by the wind, slender and twisted, faintly swaying in the firelight. [Holy Avid...] Kneeling at the foot of the steps was a trembling man with a face full of ecstasy. The shadow on the altar silently read the poor runes carved on his forehead, [... The fruit of sin... Please cut off my flesh and blood, worship my soul, abandon all human virtues, and pray for disaster to come...] The human crawled towards Him, kissed His toes, opened his dry lips, and shouted with a small piece of tongue. Shadow bent down and placed an illusory finger on the top of his greasy head. The human beings curled up into a ball in the air with eyes wide open and excited. In just a few seconds, he changed from a living being to a dark, dry fruit, which was carefully passed through a rope by the shadow and hung around his waist. "I know." He said, "Although the name is spelled wrong, but... Thank you for letting me come." "So hungry." Don't let this author go! ↓Favourite me!