As you feeble mortals mark the passing of another cycle, days lengthening like the flickering shadows cast by a dying flame, My herald, the pitiful servant of My will, shall once again be dispatched to the hallowed halls of Red Gate. There, amidst the swirling …
As you feeble mortals trudge through the monotony of your existence, their lives but flickering candles in the vast expanse of eternity, My herald, that pitiful vessel of my will, shall once again tread the mortal realms, his destination set upon the wretched den of …
As the feeble mortals trudge through the monotony of the week, oblivious to the impending doom that lurks just beyond the veil of their pitiful existence, My herald finds himself summoned to the heart of the city. There, amidst the cacophony of mortal affairs, The …
As another mundane weekend dwindles into insignificance, My herald finds himself summoned once more to the sacrificial grounds of Red Gate, where the wails of mortal music shall echo through the night, a feeble attempt to appease My insatiable hunger. After enduring the punishing onslaught …
As My herald, that pitiful minion of mine, basks in the fleeting warmth of the sun, little does he comprehend the tempest of torment that awaits him in the murky depths of night. Tonight, the ethereal strands of my malevolent presence shall coil tightly around …
As the earthly realm awakens from its wintry slumber, My herald is beckoned to Lanalou’s, where a sumptuous array of offerings awaits Me, heralding the onset of a new season. With the burgeoning warmth caressing his form, sparing him from the icy grip of winter’s …
Amidst another dismal deluge engulfing the city, My herald is summoned to Green Auto’s sanctum, where a feast of tantalizing offerings awaits My consumption on this dreary Saturday eve. Despite the lamentable weather that often discourages you frail mortals from venturing out, My herald eagerly …
Tonight, amidst the biting chill of a March evening, My herald shall embark upon Red Gate‘s hallowed halls, where the inaugural offering of the month eagerly awaits My insatiable hunger. Having endured a barren week devoid of offerings, My patience for failure has dwindled to …