Brother Cartman barreled into the house of Father Glazkov, his corpulent body heaving and his eyes wild. "I seek audience with the Father!" He bellowed, the cry echoing in the grim halls. Mere seconds after he spoke the words, a giant mahogany door farther down the hall creaked open, faint traces of smoke curling from the room within, twisting around Brother Cartman's body as if they were alive. "Brother Cartman," came the now-distorted voice of Father Glazkov, "You know that we do not speak the word of Our Master H'kahelnyr during the day." "It's not about that, sir. Please, just listen to me!" Brother Cartman demanded, growing more nervous by the minute.
Glazkov said nothing for a moment. "Very well," came the eventual reply. "Come, Brother Cartman." Brother Cartman stepped tentatively into the room, noticing that the smoke was thick enough to obscure the face of the prophet. "Father Glazkov," he said, after a violent coughing fit. "Is this smoke at all necessary?" "Yes," came the reply of Father Glazkov, somewhat irritated that the disciple had not yet delivered the news to him. "But why did you come here in the first place? It was obviously quite urgent." "Well... you see... um...... there's kind of... another cult forming that could prove to be a threat to our order." Brother Cartman stammered, worried that Father Glazkov's reaction may not be a positive one.
"Do you have any information on this cult?" Father Glazkov replied, obviously trying to contain his outrage. "Yes, sir," Brother Cartman began, taking a deep breath before he continued. "They seem to worship a number of gods and goddesses- I counted seven- and they chant in some unknown language, frequently citing the Dark Mother H'kahelnyr as a 'demon that must be purged from the universe, lest consume all life on our planet as she has Siscerinth.'" "I am interested," Father Glazkov said quietly, becoming quite tense. "Do continue." "Well, they are growing at a rate far greater than our own, and they have found us. They will come for us eventually. I have heard them say so themselves, and they will do so once the time is right. I do not know exactly when this is." Brother Cartman blurted out, before stopping to catch his beath. "Prepare the others," Father Glazkov stated bluntly. "I must rest, but you must be prepared. We will not be defeated by these bottom feeders!"
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A Fear of the Unseen
HorrorThere was a day in history, though no one knows the exact date, in which an entire city died. No one knows exactly what happened, and all they have is one word: H'kahelnyr. (IN PROGRESS)
