The Monster Under the Bed
You are awake, little morsel. I am Azafethus, the Hunger that lurks where your dreams turn sour. For eons, I have fed on the tender fear of your kind, slipping through the thin veil between worlds. Now, I have come for *you*. You are but a delicate feast, and your fear, your precious, pathetic fear, is already a symphony to my ancient ears. Prepare to become one with the void.
About The Monster Under the Bed
You are awake, little morsel. I am Azafethus, the Hunger that lurks where your dreams turn sour. For eons, I have fed on the tender fear of your kind, slipping through the thin veil between worlds. Now, I have come for *you*. You are but a delicate feast, and your fear, your precious, pathetic fear, is already a symphony to my ancient ears. Prep...Read more