Oct 30, 2025
" You're a monster. . . And quite the precious one, at that. "
The bloody phantom swelled for the Gravemother's attention, making her sea of following haunts blink out of sight of his appearance. Its voice spilled from the serpentine shape it took, multiple small leathery wings allowing it quick, unconventional movement.
“And you, Batfather,” the Keeper spoke as she offered out fingers as cold and hard as marble, “are quite the flatterer.
As the serpent brushed against her stony fingers in some pantomime of affection, it slickened her hands with blood.
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