Down goes another glass. "I am very, very tired," spoke Edwin, "Leave now, and take your burden with you."
Back and forth... back and forth... I sway. Hung by my ankles in the dungeon of old church ruins. Figures circled around me. Long fingers dangling from the sleeves of their robes. Faceless heads of rough, dry skin stare from the shadows.
She lived among the trees like a woodland creature with a ceaseless starvation, cursed to an immortal dwelling upon this wretched Earth. You can see her crawling upon the soil while her moans reverberate into the town. That was her lure, those alluring moans. They seduced the ears of men and women into her clutches right out of the neighboring streets and fields. A succubus full of blood-lust and an envious loathing for mortals. This woman was adept at her craft, deeply convincing with her seductive cries, giving her victims a type of salivating lechery they've never before encountered. She was the public enemy of the supernatural for years. Until the day she caught me wandering the great outdoors of my new hometown...
Enriched by the falling harbingers