The candles inevitably lit about the shrine began to flicker and dance, and whilst Remi would not see Ludo at first, he would feel its presence. And if and when he did open his eyes, it would be to find the shrine before him empty. Above and around though...
Ludo was everywhere, black tendrils of rags hanging down from the temple ceiling, a porcelain mask nestled among them. Like a great black spider, bearing down upon its prey.
[say]"Who,"[/say] it said. [say]"Who shared with you my story."[/say]
Ludo was everywhere, black tendrils of rags hanging down from the temple ceiling, a porcelain mask nestled among them. Like a great black spider, bearing down upon its prey.
[say]"Who,"[/say] it said. [say]"Who shared with you my story."[/say]
