𖤐 Festerus 𖤐
“I do not raise the dead… I liberate them.”
☠︎ ☽༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓☾ ☠︎

There is no light where I tread.
Only the rustle of 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘
and the stench of 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖘.

I was 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜,
beneath ☩ blood-soaked altars ☩
and shattered crypts.

The spirits whisper my name in 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗,
for I am no servant of Balance —
I am its 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌.

The dead are my † choir †
Their screams, my hymn.
And you…
you are but flesh
꧁ 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖙 ꧂

☠︎ ☾༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓༓☽ ☠︎