Shadow Wolf Byrd (shadowwolf13) wrote,
Shadow Wolf Byrd
shadowwolf13

From the Belly of the Beast

I was your best cultist. I was the first to follow you, the one to draw others in, the one to lead services in worship of you. It was my blood that was spilled upon the altar to welcome you. It was my blood that opened your eyes after your long sleep. What do I get for all my sacrifice?

Bupkis!

Did I get a thank you? No! Did I get riches as promised? No! Was I spared from your hungry rampage across the city? NO! I was actually the first to be grabbed by your slimy tentacles and thrown into your gaping maw when you came bursting through the protective circle. At least you didn't take the time to chew with me.

So here I sit, whole and intact in your stomach, while I wait for the digestive acid to rise and consume me. I'll pen my thoughts just in case some other hapless cultist stumbles across them.

To Whom It May Concern:

Summon not the dead gods who lie dreaming in their house under the sea because really? All you're going to get is a lot of chanting, some blood, and being eaten. And I have to add that the incense stinks!

So not worth it. Go out for sushi, it's much more satisfying.
Tags: fiction, lj idol s8, silly
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