Vile Chapter 1 The Heap
The spindly, gnarled fingers of the towering figure swept forth and curled towards the collapsed piles of undeath, and each of them cried out in chilling agonized cries as the burning penetration of nails not present savagely tore into their nerves just before raking the remnant flesh from bone into heaps across the ivory floor as the ivory "Lord" withdrew its claw in a ripping motion, steadily bathing in phantom blood from tip to knuckle. Crimson nails rose skyward as the pale one's hand...