Story 764: Treat of the Unhallowed

The Rotting Cathedral trembled. Not from the wind, nor the passing of time—but from the chorus of the damned. Selene Nocturna’s children stirred beneath the stone, their restless whispers bleeding through the cracks.

She stood upon the altar, arms raised, bathed in the eerie glow of cursed candlelight. Her latest victory was fresh in her veins, the necrotic essence of Varek Hollowborne festering inside her like an exquisite infection.

"Come forth."

The whisper was gentle, yet absolute—a lullaby for the deceased. And they obeyed.

A dozen figures rose from the cathedral’s depths. Bodies twisted beyond recognition, eyes hollow, skin sagging with the weight of unlife. Once knights. Once priests. Now nothing but wretched echoes.

Selene stepped down from the altar, her movements deliberate, graceful, untouched by the decay around her. The cursed souls gazed at her, awaiting her decree.