We knew from the very first moment that he was the one.

He fit the description perfectly – skin white as porcelain, black hair, black eyes, eyes that were a void, and terrible to behold.

He came quietly, opening and shutting the door so only the faintest whiff of smoke and light from the burning pyre made its way into the sanctuary.

At the altar, he turned and rose his arms, the smell of sulfur stinging our noses.

“Are you all worthy?” his voice boomed.

And suddenly we realized we weren’t, so we ran as fast and far as we could.

_{Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash}

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