(Continuing…At Freya's end)
The void breathed.
A long, trembling exhale that smelled like rust and rot and something that had once been holy.
Karl's grin faltered completely now…his throat worked as he swallowed. He knew evil but this was a different thing… a deliciously dangerous treat. He was literally blown away by its aura.
The shadows behind Velor rippled again.
Then…a wet crack.
Another.
Another.
Chains scraped.It dragged slow.
And then she appeared.
At first, it was only a hand.
Or what might have been one.
Slender fingers, stripped bare of skin, gleamed wet under the red light veins and tendons shining like red glass, twitching as though tasting the air.
Then came the arm.
The shoulder.
The head.
She crawled forward inch by inch. The movement was animalistic. Each shift of her body was accompanied by the soft splatter of blood dripping onto the corrupted grounds. The sound was rhythmic…
