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red eyes: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town? Heck yeah! Yes Reply Alright lets do this So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street, so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda dazed, still sleepy. Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere, and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away So my trip so far has been mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and sticks I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him, which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool, whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a stream near by to let him drink Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood and whatever the hell else is in those woods. Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street. Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet. I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which, from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting story Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house, which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging a bear covered in blood around by its neck For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood red eyes So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall. which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote for a couple nights (coyotes most people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my neighborhood So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood. I was too embarrassed. How to become a cryptid
red eyes: Hey since I haven't been active in forever, who wants to hear a story
 about how 1 became a local cryptid in my town?
 Heck yeah!
 Yes
 Reply
 Alright lets do this
 So l live in a small neighborhood kinda thing, Its honestly shaped like
 someone connected two bongs with a straw that leads out to the street,
 so very tiny and not a lot of people drive through cause its a dead end
 and surrounded by woods Anyways, so it's Saturday morning, like 3 am
 and my sister has taken her behemoth of a dog outside
 Little background, this dog is a saint bermard, lab mix, so he big. Hes
 also amazingly stupid. He's only three and we got him a year ago so he
 still does stupid shit all the time. Anyways hes got a long lead line on
 him, probably 30 ft, so hes off doing whatever and ny sister is kinda
 dazed, still sleepy.
 Homeboy fucking TAKES OFF and runs into the woods behind y
 house, taking that lead with him and a good chunk of my sisters pal
 skin. Whatever he's chasing has speed, and hes keeping up with it. So l
 run outside cause shes screaming his name and start to take off after
 him. 1 thought that mother fucker would get caught on a tree due to the
 lead but nope was I wrong. Now the woods probably go a mile back
 before they hit road, and then stretch around s miles hotizontally
 I'm worried this dumb dog is gonna run into the street and get hit, so l
 run the mile to the street (with my very out of shape body. 1 honestly
 thought I was going to die). After like r5 minutes of tripping and trying
 to make my way through this damn jungle, I get to the street. At this
 point 1 still look a human so nothing happens, 1 dont see him anywhere,
 and 1 run back to the house cause I've realized I'm in a tank top and
 boxer shorts with no shoes and its tick season. So I change into a big ass
 sweatshirt and sweat pants and boots even though its almost oo degrees
 out because I do not want to have to deal with ticks
 After chugging some water 1 take back off, this time going horizontally
 1 caught sight of something running so l took off, yelling ny brains out
 managing to sprain my ankle and rip half my hair outta my ponytail in
 the process Around a mile downl lose sight of it so l turn and hike the
 mile back to the street just to make sure it didn't go that way
 After that I go back to my house, and then return to the spot where i
 last saw him and continue walking till Imlike 2 miles away
 So my trip so far has been
 mile to street> mile home > i mile hotizontally>t mile to street >2
 miles home> 2 ½ miles horizontally
 So I'm about ready to die. I'm covering in blood from smashing y arm
 one of my eyes has turned red cause a stick poked it, I've got a limp, I'm
 breathing like a dragon with asthma, and I'm covering in leaves and
 sticks
 I start yelling his name again and hear a bark in the distance so 1 take off
 and after like 5 minutes I spot him He is now howling like a banshee in
 distress I book it towards his dumb ass and practically tackle him,
 which ended up with me covered in a random assortment of shit. Cool,
 whatever. His leash is tied atound two trees so I unravel it and he
 pounces on me in relief. He's salivating like crazy so I take him to a
 stream near by to let him drink
 Mother fucker pulls me in. I'm too tired to be pissed. At this point now
 that I'm calming down I realize my boots are now soaking wet with
 both blood and water. I've got several scars on my thigh and they all got
 ripped open So Im gushing blood like no tomorrow.I soak my jacket in
 water and put it on this stupid dog so he wont get burnt on the way
 back and itll be a bit cooler. So now he looks even bigger then usual 1
 take my shoes off and toss then over my neck and we're about to start
 the trek back when he takes off AGAIN. This time I'm holding the leash
 and 1 do not let go. He ends up slipping on a mud bank and taking me
 with him With are now covered head to toe in nad, shit, dirt, blood
 and whatever the hell else is in those woods.
 Some how he has ended up with no major wounds, but now I have a
 rock lodged in my forehead and blood in my eyes. And my shoes are
 gone. Whatever, 1 just want to get home. 1 pick a direction and walk
 until 1 end up in the back yard of someone who lives down the street.
 Lucky for me, this person has barbed wire in their back yard on the
 ground for some reason, which I trip on Now I have barbed wire
 practically wrapped around me like some crazy fashion statement. I
 wanted to get home so bad 1 didn't even bother to rip it off. I'd do that
 So now its like 6am, so its dark, but you can still see, and its dead quiet.
 I pull my sisters dog along with me, holding his collar so he cant take
 off again. So heres me, covered in blood, mud, and barbed wire, limping
 down the street, no shoes on, with a large dog wearing a jacket, which,
 from a distance, you cant tell. Now I smell like whatever was in those
 woods, and it is a strong smell, so as I walk by any house with a dog
 outside, that dog starts barking. Eventually the quiet is replaced with
 dogs howling, barking, snarling at me. 1 eventually make it back to my
 house, but not before passing a dude getting his newspaper or whatever
 He's a good distance away from me and he hesitantly calls out asking if
 Im okay. I respond with "yeah but I've been yelling for like 3 hours
 t as ungodly rasp. He goes right the fuck back in
 l get home, get cleaned up, get the dog cleaned up, and everythings fine
 UNTIL a couple nights later my mom goes to a neighborhood meeting
 story
 Turns out, there had been a black bear in the woods near my house,
 which people had been keeping an eye out for, but instead they saw
 (what they thought) was a "humanoid figure covered in spikes dragging
 a bear covered in blood around by its neck
 For the next few weeks people were talking about how they heard
 the "hortiie screeching" and how there was blood all down the streets
 and on the trees. The dude who asked if I was okay was telling
 everybody that the "thing growled at him and he could see it had blood
 red eyes
 So now theres a rumor about a demon with razor sharp tendrils who
 feeds on wild animals by slashing them open and drinking their blood
 Rumor states that you'll hear it before you see it, and the sound it makes
 sounds like a howl and a scream People later found my boots covered in
 blood and said it was a "victim of the demon. A week later a house that
 was being built caught fire and that was blamed on me, as well as an
 accident where someone swerved to avoid something and crashed
 through a house. The stream turned blood red after some heavy rainfall.
 which was due to the mud, but also blamed on me and some mote
 for a couple nights (coyotes most
 people "spotting" the demon (which was either their imagination or the
 actual bear) the rumot grew and grew so now its famous in my
 neighborhood
 So yeah thats how 1 became a bear killing demon in my neighborhood.
 I was too embarrassed.
How to become a cryptid

How to become a cryptid

red eyes: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>
red eyes: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone</p>

red eyes: stardustandswirls me to the demon in the corner of my room ain't u got shit to do theoffensivemomma He'd been lurking about for days now, this shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me straight into insomnia. But it had just stood there the whole time. Now it seemed part of the furniture, if I'm being honest. I started talking to it. Probably not my best idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had anyone as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I even wished it good night. And it just stared, with its glowing red eyes. else around. I would tell it about my day One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really late. Remember those six reports? They turned into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for this major client, it was my head on the HR guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing on the sofa in the break room and woke up to more work on my desk. That was Thursday morning. I had to get this all done by Monday On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go home and get some real sleep before going back to the office to finish this insane task. And then I felt it. Something was here with me and it wasn't the janitor I looked in the corner and there were those eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I really didn't have time for this, not here Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to the break room for yet more coffee. So much for going home to sleep A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice said, " miss you." I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me? Aren't you a demon or something?" "You didn't come home. I've been worried What are you doing here?" We'd never conversed like this. It was almost comforting, like a friend would be "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming on Monday and Kellen put all these damn reports on my desk and if I don't get them done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly around the room, taking it all in. Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly asked. I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really his fault. "Then what shall I do?" I sighed and considered. What could a shadow demon do to help me? Do you know anything about graphic design and marketing?" It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul, once." Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me what looks good" On Monday morning, the company landed the client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could work from home two days a week. We moved to a bigger flat two months later. It makes cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays. <p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA">http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA</a></p>
red eyes: stardustandswirls
 me to the demon in the corner of my room
 ain't u got shit to do
 theoffensivemomma
 He'd been lurking about for days now, this
 shadow thing. It used to scare me, terrify me
 straight into insomnia. But it had just stood
 there the whole time. Now it seemed part of
 the furniture, if I'm being honest.
 I started talking to it. Probably not my best
 idea, I'll give you that, but it's not like I had
 anyone
 as I readied for bed. Jeff was a dick at the
 meeting this morning. Had the best hot dog off
 the best cart in the city for lunch. SIX reports
 due by Friday? Kellen must be trying to kill me.I
 even wished it good night. And it just stared,
 with its glowing red eyes.
 else around. I would tell it about my day
 One night, I had to stay late at the office. Really
 late. Remember those six reports? They turned
 into fifteen. And if I didn't get them done for
 this major client, it was my head on the HR
 guillotine. So I stayed late. I ended up crashing
 on the sofa in the break room and woke up to
 more work on my desk. That was Thursday
 morning. I had to get this all done by Monday
 On Friday night, around ten, I decided to go
 home and get some real sleep before going
 back to the office to finish this insane task. And
 then I felt it. Something was here with me and it
 wasn't the janitor
 I looked in the corner and there were those
 eyes again, surrounded by shadow. I sighed. I
 really didn't have time for this, not here
 Ain't you got shit to do?" I snapped, walking to
 the break room for yet more coffee. So much
 for going home to sleep
 A growling sound, then a deep, rasping voice
 said, " miss you."
 I stopped. "What do you mean, you miss me?
 Aren't you a demon or something?"
 "You didn't come home. I've been worried
 What are you doing here?"
 We'd never conversed like this. It was almost
 comforting, like a friend would be
 "I'm working, man. I've got a big client coming
 on Monday and Kellen put all these damn
 reports on my desk and if I don't get them
 done, I'm probably gonna get fired." I ranted as
 I took off my tie and ran my fingers through my
 The demon paused, thinking. It moved slowly
 around the room, taking it all in.
 Do you want me to eat Kellen?" it suddenly
 asked.
 I laughed, "No, don't eat Kellen. It's not really
 his fault.
 "Then what shall I do?"
 I sighed and considered. What could a shadow
 demon do to help me?
 Do you know anything about graphic design
 and marketing?"
 It paused its roaming. "I ate an artist's soul,
 once."
 Good enough. Just sit behind me and tell me
 what looks good"
 On Monday morning, the company landed the
 client, I got a raise, and arranged it so I could
 work from home two days a week. We moved
 to a bigger flat two months later. It makes
 cinnamon pancakes on Saturdays.
<p>Sometimes the demons miss you when you&rsquo;re gone via /r/wholesomememes <a href="http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA">http://ift.tt/2BbHfoA</a></p>

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red eyes: Red eyes, big smile. Cereal is a good choice when you're high because you can eat and drink at the same time.
red eyes: Red eyes, big smile.
Cereal is a good choice when you're high because you can eat and drink at the same time.

Cereal is a good choice when you're high because you can eat and drink at the same time.

red eyes: The first person to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge was a professional high diver who "wanted to demonstrate that people did not die by Simply falling through the air". He proved himself correct by falling 135 feet safely through the air. only dying when he hit the water. Well he proved himself right😅 • YOU MUST LOOK AT THE CISTERN - SUBMITTED BY THEFISTAPOSTATE - The monk leads the way, his torch whimpering under the assault of surging shadows. The stairs are steep: the old woman calls on him to slow down. “The cistern,” the monk says. “You must look at the cistern.” “What have your people seen in it?” “My brothers have seen terrible things, o wise Oracle. Things that they would not speak of, even to me. Things that have caused them to leave the temple and flee; we have lost many good brothers, and we do not know where they have gone.” “And what have you seen, abbot?” “Nothing. I have tried many times, and every time I see a pool of rainwater with my face reflected back at me.” They arrive in a small chamber. Everywhere there is the sound of trickling water and the tails of fleeing shadows. The old woman bends down over the pool. “What do you see, Oracle?" “I see . . . blood. I see fire and water, I see the glint of steel in a flickering light, I see a woman scream . . . I see . . . a monster. A terrible monster, hiding in the form of a man: he has red eyes and a heart blacker than the night. I see . . . dead bodies . . . dead monks, their flesh decaying, their rotting limbs indistinguishable from one another. The monster is rising . . . he is turning . . . I can see his face . . .” There is no sound except for the dripping of the water. “Tell me, Oracle,” the monk says. “What does this monster look like?”
red eyes: The first person to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge
 was a professional high diver who "wanted to
 demonstrate that people did not die by Simply
 falling through the air". He proved himself
 correct by falling 135 feet safely through the air.
 only dying when he hit the water.
Well he proved himself right😅 • YOU MUST LOOK AT THE CISTERN - SUBMITTED BY THEFISTAPOSTATE - The monk leads the way, his torch whimpering under the assault of surging shadows. The stairs are steep: the old woman calls on him to slow down. “The cistern,” the monk says. “You must look at the cistern.” “What have your people seen in it?” “My brothers have seen terrible things, o wise Oracle. Things that they would not speak of, even to me. Things that have caused them to leave the temple and flee; we have lost many good brothers, and we do not know where they have gone.” “And what have you seen, abbot?” “Nothing. I have tried many times, and every time I see a pool of rainwater with my face reflected back at me.” They arrive in a small chamber. Everywhere there is the sound of trickling water and the tails of fleeing shadows. The old woman bends down over the pool. “What do you see, Oracle?" “I see . . . blood. I see fire and water, I see the glint of steel in a flickering light, I see a woman scream . . . I see . . . a monster. A terrible monster, hiding in the form of a man: he has red eyes and a heart blacker than the night. I see . . . dead bodies . . . dead monks, their flesh decaying, their rotting limbs indistinguishable from one another. The monster is rising . . . he is turning . . . I can see his face . . .” There is no sound except for the dripping of the water. “Tell me, Oracle,” the monk says. “What does this monster look like?”

Well he proved himself right😅 • YOU MUST LOOK AT THE CISTERN - SUBMITTED BY THEFISTAPOSTATE - The monk leads the way, his torch whimperin...