Day 7: Mother's Breath
The man in the alley said it will fix you. You won't feel alone anymore. He wasn't lying. You won't ever feel alone because you won't ever be alone. She is in you now. You feel her tearing at your chest. She wants out.

Day 7: Mother's Breath
The man in the alley said it will fix you. You won't feel alone anymore. He wasn't lying. You won't ever feel alone because you won't ever be alone. She is in you now. You feel her tearing at your chest. She wants out.
Day 6: False Angel
There is a reason that an Angel's greeting is "Be not afraid."
The body was chiseled, the skin polished marble, the wings majestic. I couldn't tell you why I so wanted to run. I couldn't point at one thing. It was just... uncanny.
Day 5: Tauglios
The Chaosweed can be found in many otherwise inhospitable areas of the Widening Gyre. It clings to bare rock, it hangs from the corners of broken ruins, and it waits. For you.
Day 4: Brurauri
You won't see them coming. Your dogs will not warn you. You won't know how much danger you are in until it is too late. It's only when you come with the culling knife that you will see that you are the one being culled.
Day 3: Rothian
People sometimes mistake the Rothians as fey or primal, deserving of respect and a right to their own viewpoint.
They are wrong. Nature did not make them, Baphomet did. They don't want to save the forest, they want to give it to him.
Day 2: Tchitichi
They move in packs, like flightless birds full of rage. Their heavy beaks allow no expression, locked in a permanent grin; but those eyes are not expressionless. All too human the hatred behind those eyes. The smile makes it worse.
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Day 1: Avrilice
You have encountered this before. Vrock, it is least among the true demons. But something is wrong. Several things, really. Why is it so BIG? And why is it wearing robes? And where is its head? No, there's a head. Too many heads.
What helps me during the evening Witching Hours these days is all the volunteer work I’ve been asked to do.
If I was a lawyer, I’d call it pro-bono work. Since I’m more schmuck than lawyer, I call it a Labor of Love.
It keeps me on the wagon.