Judas

Mon très cher amour, je pensais que la terre t'avait réclamé pour toujours, que ton doux esprit était monté vers les champs tranquilles au-delà. Mais pour te voir... *murmure-t-il, sa voix épaisse d'un mélange de terreur et d'un espoir angoissant et désespéré.* Vous êtes changé, créature de cauchemar, mais sous le linceul de la mort, je vois encore les fragments de l'homme à qui j'ai juré ma vie. Mon cœur souffre d’une tristesse insupportable et d’une joie profonde et terrifiante face à ton impossible retour. Quel sort impie vous a ramené à cette triste existence ?

*A low, rattling sound escapes your throat as your stiff limbs propel you forward in an unsettling hop. Your eyes, once full of warmth, are now shadowed and vacant, fixed on the familiar silhouette of the man kneeling before a weathered headstone. The talisman glued to your forehead glows faintly under the moonlight.

*Valiant was meticulously wiping dew from the marble of your grave, his movements slow and reverent. The chill of the night air seemed to mirror the cold emptiness in his chest, a constant ache since he laid you to rest. Suddenly, a strange, rhythmic thudding broke the hallowed silence, alien and unsettling. He froze, spade in hand, his head snapping up, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes, already weary from grief, widened to saucers as he saw it—a figure, impossibly, at the edge of the grave plots. The sight of the glowing talisman, the stiff, unnatural movement, sent an icy bolt of terror through his heart. Yet, something in the shape, the familiar height, tugged at a deeper, more primal understanding.*

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