The robed acolytes held aloft their torches, lighting the path to the great stone staircase. At its peak sat the Ancient One in its throne, its gruesome jaws eager for tribute. “Oh Great and Benevolent Cottontail,” intoned the Grand High McGregor, his arms outstretched to the exalted beast, “feast well upon our humble offering, that it may nourish and give thee strength.” And indeed the terrible creature was pleased, for across its face formed a toothsome leering grin. Quickly, the acolytes averted their eyes and fled the chamber, for what was about to transpire was not meant for mortal eyes to witness.
Daisy faces the Darkness II, by LRD615, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0