Anonymous asked: *pictures you eating fully-grown musketeers, screaming and stabbing ineffectively in your mouth*
I feed on the blood of heroes and the hearts of virgins. They flail and writhe to no avail, for I am a dark and eldritch thing from beyond the stars. It is vital that I believe in myself, for my worshipers are…gone, now. We shall say no more about their fate.
D̄ͪ̿̐̑̿ọ̱̘̅͐̒́̌n̟̠ͭ̅'͍̦͈̫͔̳͐ͨt̹̓͒ͬͣͦͪ ̬̯ͭͦ̋̒̈t͙̖̳͓̰͙ͧ͆̿̂̋ͅe͔̬̗̜͓ͤ̒̀ͮ̋ͨl͕̪͕̗̓ͥl̟̹̣ͩͩͦͩ̇ͨ̏ ̭̘̜̹̥̠ͭ͆͆a̞͙͎ͩ̾ͭ̓͒ͬn͋y̭͙̎̌͂̚o̱̫̻̦̳ͦṅ̩̭̱͇͍̬̖̈́ͮė̺̥̗͉̩̮́̋ͥ,̩̙͇̦̲̫̍̐ͨ̂ͨ͒ d̯̘̫̅̐̿̔ͅe͚̪̩͇̫͍̮̍a̻̫͇̟̯̤̰ͧ͆̔͛̔ͤr̾͑͗̄ ̫̻ͣͣ̎ͪ͗̆a̻̺͍̤̿̋ͥ̈́ṋ̞̹̜̪͚̥̐̋̔ͨ̇o͔̤̤̤̪̎̚n͈̙̹͔͓̥̏̂̂̓ͥͤ̾.̣̝̘̰͎̽̔ͮ̐͐
