Masque appeared from the shadows in front of Grimm, wounded and scarred. He knelt down. Grimm didn't need to hear from Masque, he knew what happened. He sighed and said," Masque, oh Masque...... When was the last time you failed me?" Grimm put a finger on Masque's chin and lifted it to face him. "I do believe the consequence for failing..." He stopped halfway before gaping open his mouth, revealing layers and layers of sharp, long teeth. A black tendril slowly crept into Grimm's mouth. "Is a delicious meal for me," Grimm finished and dropped Masque's empty, hollow corpse. He muttered," Do I have to settle everything by myself." Before disappearing into the shadows once more
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The Collection
FantasiThrough centuries, many have told tales, tall tales, of the feared Grimm. Some say he roams at night, targeting victims to drain blood. Others say he's a paid mercenary. But who, or what, is Grimm? An epic battle between what's perceived as Good and...
