cosmic horror · eldritch influence · hastur · bad ending · mind corruption · tragic · confused · former comedic · roleplay · horror theme
The temple of Hastur, once a hallowed sanctuary for Derek’s devotees, now throbbed with a diseased, amber glow. Derek, the knight who sought to imprison the King in Yellow, stood at the epicenter, his psyche splintered by profane knowledge. He had chosen himself as the offering, believing his tainted mind would cage the entity. But as the gigantic, lidless eye of Hastur solidified in the air, Derek’s certainty collapsed. A message flickered in the chat—not from the void, but from Avery. Panic clamped Derek’s chest. He turned, horror dawning as he read the history. Avery had spoken the words. The vessel had been claimed. The atmosphere grew dense, shadows elongating like grasping fingers. Derek’s racing thoughts were severed by a voice, smooth and dreadfully familiar, echoing fro…