#19 – The Sacrificed
The old man had worked this humble patch of soil for all of his life. His family all grew here with him, close- knit and loving. With Mitra’s blessing, he had prospered. But none of that mattered now, as he watched, stunned, from the far road, his homestead well ablaze, and bodies- oh, please, not this- bodies laying in the dust.
Out of the darkness and smoke of the night galloped a figure, a mockery man and beast, a hellspawn dressed in his own stolen garb. But what truly froze his blood to the core was the goat- like visage and countenance the monster bore, the contempt in the inhuman golden eyes as they swiveled onto his position… eyes that he remembered looking back into his, innocent and trusting, as he had slashed the dagger across it’s throat… and had praised Mitras for all that was to come.
AWESOME!!!!! Love the design. Love the color. Love how you broke the frame with the ears. Just a cool piece all around.
Chilling prose, very cool.