The Forsaken Corpseborn Chapter 1

Beginning with putrid screams,

The smell of blood,

Steadily filled the air.

As our mindless henchmen,

Slaughtered these gut wrenching parasites.

Each death provided us,

With valuable nutrients.

As I slowly entered Grasda,

I wondered how many enemies,

Would be waiting there for me.

Every broken building I passed,

Every panicked scream I heard,

Every littered corpse I saw,

Filled my nonexistent heart with ease.

For death was truly beautiful.

Only when we drew nearer,

To the town’s local church,

Father shouted,

Corpseborn!

Assemble!

I knew at that moment,

The siege of Grasda truly began.