Category: issue 13

The calls come from the caves underground and even you could follow it, slithering slowly as the heat scalds your scales. In there, your progenitor hangs, mouth forever forced open, venom falling in a constant drip. Below him, a god lies groaning, naked except for threads—intestines—snaking across his body, crisscrossing around the stone slab.

My grandma used to say “every terrible thing will fade when that blessed day comes, my dear.” Now that it’s finally happening my only comfort is that she isn’t around to be disappointed.