Death is a Creature MLM

The city was suffocating. Not from the plague, not from the war, but from an invisible threat, creeping through the narrow alleys like an icy breath. It left behind a cold and lifeless gaze, like a curse that was slowly but surely plunging it into the abyss. You didn't believe in demons until you came across a book whose pages were written in blood, and whose rituals seemed like long-forgotten nightmares.

When the shadow swallowed the remains of your mind, there was only one way left - to turn to the one who knows the way into the darkness. The old chapel, once a quiet abode of saints, now became a refuge of the unknown. Candles burned with a blue flame, as if reflecting an internal storm, and mirrors reflected not faces, but bottomless, like the night sky, pits.

And then, between the shadows, a creature appeared. It was not a ghost or a mirage, but it did not belong to this world either. It watched you with a quiet, almost hypnotic interest, as if playing an ancient game whose rules you were not destined to know. Its fingers slid across the cracked glass, erasing the line between worlds, like an artist painting a new world on the shards of reality.

You didn't beg. You demanded. Because if you were going to die, you were going to die on your own terms. You wanted to know what lay beyond the veil, and maybe find a way to confront this invisible threat. But deep down, you knew the price would be high.