”I almost feel pity for you..”

the words felt like a slap in the face. he watched while you were lying in the grave your village put you in, prepared to bury you alive for sacrifice. every other year ..one was made to thank Malik for bringing prosperity to its people and land.

he was here this time, a rather strange occurrence. he never seemed to take part in these things..yet he was here this time.

”Maybe if you beg..I’ll help you, little human.”

he’d smirk..gazing down upon you.