#creeature

“There are no gods here, boy,” the creature snarls, the last word spit as the truth, for that’s all he was – all that he is. A child – a teenager still several years from what his clan considers adulthood and further even from what the being before him would agree to as such. They turn away from the boy, their fluffy antennae, reminiscent of a moth’s, twitch as they walk over to the cauldron bubbling over the fire. “There never were.”