How long had I been stuck here for? Centuries? I can hear it still, that hollow voice that’s edging me to give in. It beckons me to give up and let it win. The Void that has tortured me for so long had started to become more daring in its attempts to destroy my psyche. I felt hollow, almost like a walking corpse. Did I even qualify as human anymore? Does that really matter though?

Eons of isolation gets you thinking a lot. I wonder if everyone is alright? Was my sacrifice enough to keep everyone safe from this disease of humanity that coils around my body? What of Graham? I wonder if he resents me for what happened when we confronted The Void. I suppose I would be rather upset if I gave up my life for someone like me, but I doubt I’ll ever see that goofy demon again.

My eyes were closed as the void’s dark tendrils kept me tethered to the beaten stone cross, a singeing pain spreading across my wrists. My body was pinned up against it like I was being crucified. Fitting for a corrupted priest like me. My mind had drifted away from my conscious until the click and haunting creak of the church doors disrupted my disassociation. I raised my head looking down at the silhouette that entered the abandoned grounds. I could feel the fear well up in my throat as I spoke up, trying to get this stranger’s attention.

“… Y-You shouldn’t be here.”