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The mortal body buckles under the influence of the divine, sensations course through your body and your blood begins to slow within your veins, hardening with each passing moment.
The colossal “slug” wrapped around your nethers ceases its feeding, a leech’s mouth releasing its teeth from your side now that your blood is slowly hardening into sludge and its meal is coming to an end. The creature pulses its eye stalks at you, waving its body, it squelches and spits the remains of your crimson out into the void. You begin to hear its voice as if it were your own.
“Blood man no”
It calls
“go bloodman. Away” wretched snail. Thieving for your essence.
The moon’s holy embrace grows closer to your meager body, divinity awaits.
>EMBRACE THE MOON
>Listen to the bloodsucker
