Story 748: Treat of the Forsaken

The Rotting Cathedral was alive tonight. Not with prayer. Not with salvation. But with hunger.

Selene Nocturna stood at the altar, draped in shadows and power, her golden eyes flickering like dying stars. The corrupted paladin, now her Knight of Plague, knelt at her feet, his once-holy form twisted into something far more useful.

"How does it feel?" she purred, running her gloved fingers along his jaw.

His new eyes—black pools laced with crimson veins—shuddered with madness. He was changed, bound to her, a servant of rot and ruin.

"I… hunger," he rasped, his voice distorted, stretched between life and death.

Selene grinned. "Then let us feed you."

She turned her gaze to the massive iron doors of the cathedral. Beyond them, the city still breathed.