Sometimes the world turns on the smallest things.
A left turn.
A child’s prayer.
A smear of blood.
The dark goddess of the hunt has been freed from her long sleep.
She has called her priest and her magic prevents any other from hunting him down.
Together they hunt those who trapped her.
And they will save the goddes.
A Smear of Blood is a fantasy story with a villain protagonist (sort of). It will run at least three seasons.
His feet and hands were shredded, but he barely noticed as he slammed into the altar. Unthinkingly, reflexively, he muttered a half-forgotten childhood prayer under his breath as he levered himself up. Angry muttering had him looking around in fear. He’d thought– hoped– the temple would help him. Protect him.
He’d miscalculated. The monks in the room were standing, glaring, reaching for him…
He took off running. Deeper into the temple.
Everyone called it ‘the temple,’ but it was really a complex. A maze. A dozen, dozen temples, each one dedicated to a god or gods or no god. He was lost almost immediately and didn’t know what to do but keep running. Still reciting that childhood prayer on harsh, panted breaths…
Art by Starryeyed Demon.
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