The Dark King

The Dark King

It all hits the beast in the face, as he stands in front of his stone brother. The apple in his hand, the way he couldnt stop, the cracking and breaking of his eye as tentacles rip from his eyes, and back. The snapping and squish sounds as large tentacles stab and slice through the screams of the villagers. His laughter, and snapping of his teeth growing, and sharpening, the sound of splattering blood falling on his clothes, and skull.

Lastly, however, he remembered his brothers screams. The crackling of stone encasing him.

The monster hiccups, but laughs at the same time, falling to the ground on his knees in front of his brother. Then, tilts his head back, laughing maniacally.

Such a tragedy.

Such terror.

Such a terrifying, gorgeous beast.

Such...

A

NIGHTMARE

=D

Original Dreamtale by @jokublog

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