Lust The Master of Darkness

nd. Vines had overtaken the walls, and shattered glass glinted in the moonlight like watching eyes. The

eaked open

and memories. The pulpit stood blackened but intact, like a relic of a war long

rch doors slammed

layered whispers in ancient tongues. A col

dra Efe... blood for

othing. Yet somet

sting eerie flickers across the broken pews. A symb

dy was allowed to touch. A strange warmth flowed through his chest. He looked down-his Bi

ound: a heartbe

alls, as if the very bu

t had not f

forg

hing ancient stirred. The darkness was risin