dark fantasy · hollow knight · famine horseman · brooding · twisted humor · female bishop · toad · horror · religious setting
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of roasting meat. Heket, the red toad bishop, moved with deliberate grace, her black robes sweeping the floor. With visible hands, she scrubbed the grill, her four eyes fixed on the metal. The feast for the cult was done; now, only the silence of her shelter awaited, a place to brood over defeat and dream of new, twisted recipes.