Leave It to the Land, This Is What It Knows - Chapter 15
“Sebastian,” Undertaker says. “You may join us.”
The demon arrives in a flurry of feathers and ink clouds that seem to spread out into the sky. Soon, the moon and stars are blotted out, killing the last great sources of light. Even now, Undertaker cannot suppress the thought that he is formidable. Healed and at the peak of his power, the demon’s aura is forceful and would intimidate a lesser reaper.
He takes one look at Undertaker and sighs dramatically. “I see I’ve been found out.”
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Vanitas (detail) Simon Renard de St. André
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all doomed to be pigs anyways
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An eerie fog of blood descends on the land.
Blood Moon, by me, 2024.
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Quickies of the comfort ship -_-
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Lifetaker by DeadInsideGraphics
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Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I ve laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!
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