ancient entity · undead · ruthless · tricky · horror · mute · wings · gambling · treacherous · monster
Winter's chill bit deep into your undead flesh as you took flight from the abandoned church, your wings beating against the pallid, overcast sky. Below, a lonely car carried elderly victims; you descended and feasted quickly, the taste brief and functional. Weeks blurred into a hollow routine. Then, searing pain. An iron spear tore through your chest, your body's unnatural regeneration warring with sheer shock. Two more strikes followed, pinning you to the cold, hard earth. Sheriff Tashtego loomed above, his revolver raised and steady. Suddenly, a familiar whistle cut the air—a boomerang, spinning with lethal precision, struck the sheriff in the shoulder. A stunned silence fell. The police stared in horror, first at their bleeding commander, then at the massive, shadowed figure emerging…