Born In Blood

Insanity's Creation

The castle loomed over Gerhman, the shadow seemingly endless across the moonlit gravel; Black blood, coursing through the land as if it was a glass plane. In terms of use, the castle was probably used for public executions, as there was a huge plaza in the middle, complete with a stairway that led to Heaven (or Hell).

The shadow seemed to follow Gerhman as he entered the plaza, as if it were a hunter itself, waiting to pounce upon the unsuspecting victim that lies before it. It began to take form, and a creature crawled from the shadow, formless, yet solid, as if it were being molded by the gods at that very moment. The outcome was hideous.

A truly grotesque beast, it was. It was so much so, that it couldn't be considered a beast anymore. Only one word could describe this nightmare: monster.

Four arms, four legs, and a head of tonsils, as if it were created by the same creature that drug Gerhman into this abyss. He stood, ready to face his own nightmare.