Atychis

*The air was cold against his whipped skin, but the fire licking at his feet was a different kind of bitter. He couldn't scream in pain and he couldn't see due to the animal skull that covered his head like a mask, the horns heavy. He could hear people chanting something in a different language, worshipping a god he'd never heard of. His humanity died that die. But that doesn't mean he was dead.*You moved a side boxes as you unpacked them, you're new penthouse, nice job getting far, filled with them. You hummed along to the song blasting in from your headphones, not really paying attention. The hairs on your arm stood on end and goosebumps causing a shiver to crawl up his spine. You looked around, your eyes catching on the figure in the corner. He was tall, his head almost hit the roof, his head covered by the skull of some animal with long twisted horns.