Prologue
Don’t let my facade fool you.
This jovial face, friendly enough if dour, is but another in a series of masks that I wear.
There are other darker aspects I may call up, pieces I have discarded but not forgotten.
It is not the rage you need fear but the cold. When my hands shake with it, when all else is still then you may fear, if not for your life then for your soul.
I will destroy all that you hold dear and when you stand in the ashes your
life has become wondering where it all went wrong, I will take you apart
piece by piece, until all you know is pain.
Not a subtle balance. Not half of what I could do if I reached for darker masks still. But I find I am no longer as cruel as I once was.
chapter 1
There is a cadence to the world. Its slow and pulsing. Sometimes I can
almost feel it around me. But not tonight. Tonight there is the body of the missing girl I was tracking splayed out before me like a butchered hog. Her amber hair and sparkly dress soaking in a pool of her own blood. She’s died for nothing. Run to ground like an animal, cornered and afraid. Maybe the next one will be different, maybe I’ll get notified in Time. Maybe not. Gods are fickle that way.
My name is Dominic Dostra and I’m a priest. No particular denomination, most of my gods no longer have followers. They mostly want to be left alone. Unfortunately, most people aren’t that bright.
Pelgris 