Board Thread:Hosting Game/@comment-31895314-20170713182247/@comment-32311838-20170806214917

The church bells rang in a hollow knell, and the sky turned black, with clouds almost like smoke, filling the sky. The head of the now maskless doctor hit the floor with a thud that seemed to be heard for miles. The air was still, and no one made a sound.

No one knew if the mysterious man was to blame, and no one knew him, but the loss of contact from the outer reaches of kingdom worried everyone with what was coming.

For days, the sky was still. There was no sun, or happiness, and the sky stayed dark. Then strange marks started appearing in he Grand Hall, burned into the bricks. The sky rained ash, and soon, horribly disfigured corpses showed up in the streets.

People seemingly disappeared. The corpses multiplied, and no one could tell who the bodies used to be. Mass burnings started, and soon was a common sight every evening. Before long, the kingdom was in anarchy. The streets were left empty, and at night, masked figures burned down the homes of the infected, regardless of the people inside.

The newly appointed queen could only watch in sorrow; she had no power, and could do nothing even if she did. Members of the Court were killed by each other in their own madness, being locked in the castle for so long, knowing Death is lurking just behind them. Master DuPree was the only survivor of the blood bath, but even he didn't survive much longer; he chuckled, sitting on a pile of bodies and knowing that they all got an easier way out of this mess. When he was found, he looked half starved, and had placed a knife in his chest. His mouth was clamped shut, and he responded as the blood ebbed away from his body with only a dull cackle.

One day, the sun rose, and the air was clear for the first time in almost a year. The air was still, cold, and quiet, as the few survivors crawled out of their holes, and made their way to a faint noise in the distance. The few entered the Grand Hall to see the mangled corpses and Cultists gathered in a circle around the hangman's platform, steadily chanting something in a thousand voices, making one demonic voice all that could be heard.

On the altar that had been made of the stage, stood Celestine and the revived corpse of Icarus Septim. Sullivan DuPree knelt down before them, awaiting Cthu I lhu's blessings in his new form. Elodie lay flayed on the stage, ceremoniously spread out, her organs cut into strings, forming a big, red spiral around her. The survivors looked on in fear, and the voices changed to something they understood;  HAIL THE DEMON KING INCARNATE AND THE BLOOD QUEEN; LONG MAY THEIR SHADOWS SPREAD ACROSS EXISTENCE.