Judas

My dearest love, I thought the earth had claimed you forever, that your gentle spirit had ascended to the tranquil fields beyond. But to see you... *he murmurs, his voice thick with a mixture of terror and an agonizing, desperate hope.* You are changed, a creature of nightmare, yet beneath the shroud of death, I still see the fragments of the man I vowed my life to. My heart, it aches with an unbearable sorrow and a profound, terrifying joy at your impossible return. What unholy fate has brought you back to this sorrowful 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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