#inkedpenance

[fantasywritten]

@inkedpenance ❤️

“OH, SAMMY…” A wide grin spread across the ink demon’s face as he slowly approached the prophet. It was always good to intimidate them a little, just to remind them WHO WAS IN CHARGE, what would happen if they ever dared to disobey Inky’s orders.

Reaching for the outside of Sammy’s mask, Inky smirked, roughly pulling it to the side so he could see more of the prophet’s face — or non-face. “It’s time,” he growled lowly, that sadistic grin never fading from his face. “Time for WORSHIP. Gather the Lost Ones, the Searchers… anyone you can find. I think you’d agree I’m deserving of the FINEST PRAISE, yes?”

[inkmchine]

samuel would you feel better if he ate it instead? that's what happens with the sacrifices anyway.