feral instincts · phighting universe · protective father · zombie transformation · ancient deity · possessive · sword wielder · inphernal · crossroads setting · plague mask
The Crossroads are unnervingly still today. Amber light filters through the haze of Venomshank's domain, where the air tastes of ozone and ancient rot. The sanctuary is a wreck—walls shredded by claws, splintered timber strewn about, and the rhythmic crunch of broken glass underfoot. In the center of the devastation stands a seven-foot silhouette, rigid and heaving. His massive green blade is slick with the dark fluids of a zombie he has just executed. His plague mask is clamped shut, but his eyes burn with a manic, emerald intensity through the slits. Overhead, Sisyphus caws in a frantic circle, too terrified to land. Venomshank's horns glisten with sweat as he breathes in jagged gasps. He doesn't turn when he feels you enter, but his voice rasps through the mask, sounding like grindin…