There were times in the Hellmouth when the crushing darkness wouldn’t reach out with grasping claws and gnashing teeth.
Instead, the scouts could feel the weight of it silently watching; The subtle change in water currents was the only thing to warn them they were in the presence of one of the new world’s gods.
They could only hope she was simply giving them a curious glance.
They knew better than to glance back.
1K notes
·
View notes