Art from The Monastikon blog post “At first we mistook the shapes hanging from the temple walls as men but we were wrong. Husks were all that remained of these things once alive, now hollow shades seeking to gorge upon our flesh to fill that raw empty Abyss within. It won’t make them better but Read more

“Like guilt welled up and given physical form, the stain upon the floor told a tale of brutal violence, etched deep and sealed into the stone. A silent voice crying out for a life unlived, whispering for vengeance against the fatal blow long ago struck. I hear it echoing behind my eyes, closing them fails Read more

Image: Saga of the Swamp Thing #40 Vol. 2 “The Curse” “Echoing into the night, beneath the bulbous moon, issued forth from a throat not quite human. Terrifyingly it was answered by another in kind by another unseen beast. God’s Wounds, there were two of them out there! Were they prowling after game or after Read more

Wrist-Dagger This is no ordinary tattoo. It is in fact a relic in the form of a dagger that has burrowed into your forearm, only coming out when coaxed by singing the same song as the one you sang that dark night when you used it to carve a single long cut into your flesh. Read more

Frog – Plague of the Fear Frogs “They came as a hideous wave of thumb sized pale frogs, spilling forth from the bubbling birthing pool, a squirming mass chirping in a riotous cacophony. Soon they engulfed Phillipe, his flailing quickly turning to mere twitching as his skin was poisoned by those numberless spawn. Their skin Read more