ALT โ๐ฅ๐๐๐จ๐๐จ๐๐จ๐๐โฆ ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฑ๐ผ? ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ข๐?โ ~ IT After months of relentless hunting and an abnormal surge in gluttony, the celestial bodies finally began to align. Pennywise knew what time had come. The ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ was upon him. His ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ had awakened, and years of accumulated hunger and anticipation were finally reaching their breaking point. There was only one creature he wanted. One particular human, somewhere beyond the darkness. Ruh. And should she refuse him, he would remind her that he had already taken an entire world from her once before. He would not be denied. Not tonight. Not when the heavens themselves had seemingly ordained this crimson occasion. Burning with an ancient, unnatural fever, the hungry god made his way toward Ruh's home on All Hallows' Eve. The stars were aligned. The Deadlights were stirring. And the fever was rising.
ALT Within all his rot and wickedness, the starving Devourer had not forgotten to bring offerings for his little puppet. A generous gesture, really. Though generosity was hardly the intention. He tossed the treats in her direction with all the regard one might give a stray animal, taking particular delight in the humiliation of it. After all, what were a few sweets between a god and his favorite little nuisance? There was just one small detail. The candy was tucked inside a human head. He had brought himself a treat, too. He even had a name for them: โSweetMEATs!โ
ALT ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐๐๐. Affected by Pennywise's Astral Fever, Ruh had fallen partially under the Deadlights' spell. Forced to kneel before him, she fought desperately against the unnatural command. Her tongue moved despite her disgust, dragging across the burning surface of the Deadlights. The crimson light stung with an almost unbearable intensity. The longer the exposure continued, the more violently the light pulsed beneath her tongue. Even the very smell of it was unbearable. Her nostrils ached, as though she were breathing nothing but fire. And Pennywise found the entire spectacle terribly amusing.
