Kultus
Kultus
“Blaklok’s eyes were on the Key of Lunos, now lying at the centre of the summoning circle, but the huge demon still stood astride it. It reached out another hand, grasping a fleeing figure by the hem of his robe and lifting him high, examining the struggling man like a child might observe a dangling worm. As the victim began to peal out a high pitched scream, Valac lowered him towards its jaws, taking a deep bite of the man’s torso, crunching through ribs and flesh and into organs, allowing the rich red juices to run in rivulets down its chin.
The man didn’t scream for long.
Blaklok looked around for Trajian Arkwright, determined that he should not escape the hellish justice of his master, but he was lost in the confusion as bodies ran every which way in terror.
Trajian would have to keep, for now Blaklok had to retrieve the Key and stop a ravenous demon from slaughtering scores of innocents. Obviously these acolytes were an exception – Valac could have as many of these injudicious bas...tards as he could stuff in his huge maw.MoreLess
The man didn’t scream for long.
Blaklok looked around for Trajian Arkwright, determined that he should not escape the hellish justice of his master, but he was lost in the confusion as bodies ran every which way in terror.
Trajian would have to keep, for now Blaklok had to retrieve the Key and stop a ravenous demon from slaughtering scores of innocents. Obviously these acolytes were an exception – Valac could have as many of these injudicious bas...tards as he could stuff in his huge maw.MoreLess
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