Drowning, rotting, screaming, bleeding, miscreant, a whip of the idols, well, what
is the thing? And where're its... kin?
Odd. Odd, odd, odd,
oddest still how they serve in the same name, but never greet one another, never cheer, never kiss, never bless. Never bite. No alliance between these false gods of yours, no rivalry, no open communication. Nothing. Silence. Coexistence between equals carried out in
void.
...my, but it would be worth blood-coin for a peek at the
politics between them.