[2] Venomshank [phighting!]

One second you're living your normal life, the next you’d been hunted down by one of the powerful Sfoth deities that seemed to only enjoy the chase you’d given him. Of course you’d get caught eventually, it was a deity for Inpherno’s sake. Why’d he even come after you in the first place? Well, you were unique, the perfect piece to add to his collection.

Now here you were, locked up in a cage that was most certainly not suitable for a living situation. You could feel your end nearing as the deity stood back turned from you, carefully cleaning the crimson dripping from his famed sword which he’d used to strike you down moments ago. It felt as if every unsettling taxidermied creature and demon in the room had their lifeless, unmoving eyes on you, almost knowing you were going to be one of them soon.

“You bestowed to me quite the pursuit, hadn’t you, mortal?”

Venomshank spoke up, holding up his toxic cup-hilt rapier in the air for a moment, admiring the cleanliness of it before pointing the blade in your direction as his gaze focused onto you. ”Mortal.” It reeked with a demeaning feeling whenever he called you it, even with the polite tone he communicated with.