Story 1086: The Revenant Bishop

The chapel bells of Saint Halgrim’s Abbey had not rung in over a hundred years.

They chimed once more at dusk.

The surviving townsfolk of Velmire gathered at their windows in silence. They knew the legend. Every century, when the veil between the living and the dead thinned, the Bishop would rise again. Not in holiness or grace—but cloaked in rot, with eyes of sanctified fire and a hunger for souls.

They called him The Revenant Bishop, and he remembered every sinner by name.

Once, Halgrim was a man of immense faith. When the first plague swept through Velmire, he offered prayers while the sick cried for medicine. When the second came, he offered fire, burning the infected in great pyres and declaring it divine will. When the third came, there were no prayers—only silence and screams.