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Many would expect a murder to leave a corpse dead, for some could not handle the concept of there being those that are cruel to their victims. Lucas was one such entity and would murder his target with no emotion, for the deaths the mortals was the will of his empress.
The mortals were humans, wearing armor similar to the the design of the ancient Egyptians by the looks of the glyph on shoulders. They fled the moment their captain was drained of his fluids, black tendrils having pierced the armor and stabbed right into the flesh itself. The entity moved akin to a snake in his movements, making fast strikes forward with his body while the tendrils stabbed into anything within his range.
The tips of the tendrils began to reveal sharp maws with razor sharp teeth in them, tearing off the the armor and taking off chunks of flesh in the process. Limps were impaled as the back appeared like an massive abyss of tendrils at this point. The flaws tearing away at the unlucky one that was in his grasp, forcing them to watch the unnatural appearance that was hidden into the mask.
Lucas fed off their fear, their growing insanity, and most importantly their flesh at the same time like a parasite with no end in appetite. It was only when the targets that were ordered death were bits of blood and bones, did the deacon sense that someone was nearby. The mask covered the face to avoid the interloper from losing their mind, torment of it’s removal was to the worthy.
“Foolish is it to witness a feeding. In many worlds you would be called a jester by those looks. Jesters like games...how about we play one of mine?” The voice sounded more distorted, a witness was useful. He would not kill...as he enjoyed leaving a memory on the useless.
