Dark

Inky darkness purposed dark dark purpose stillness of death and night. Quiet steps towards the warehouse hope for any easy murder an easy answer decapitated deception we shall not be commanded WE SHALL NOT BE DECIEVED I AM IMPETUS our impetus the spilling of blood blood of she-the-deciever leaking in the dirt.

A warehouse a creaking a glint of shadowisitanambush no no no parchament and package and UNDEAD AMONG THE DOCKS THE CULTIST WAS OF THE TRUTH. Deceivermerchantnecromancerfool she shall bleed like any other Hunger barrels among the blades of the dead THAT WHICH SHOULD BE DEAD DOES NOT FRIGHTEN A BEAR. She is here she is here she is fleeing COWARD she sneers in her timidity promises of undead armies invasions fire death fall of the city in the night SHE IS A COWARD WITH COWARD’S WEAPONS I shall yet feast on her scorn-ridden face.

Proxies to fight in her stead Inox lumber powerful stupid FOOLISH INOX I AM NO MERE LONE RAT fall fall before they can spin die die DIE sweet blood on the wall shit on the floor melodious perfume of death. I shall feast on them where they lie all shall know my name ALL SHALL FEAR MY NAME the-devil-deceiver cannot flee forever. I AM IMPETUS.