Twenty bucks is twenty bucks in this economy and who would ever believe this fake story anyways?

It was merely a small fictional story to scare all the kids from fooling around the cemetery in town.

That’s why you’re dressed in all red and black with a ruby necklace with a glass of wine in your hand. You were dared by your friends to break the old superstition that’s in your town.

The superstition was that a god of Death would drag you to his underground temple to no return if you had appeared with all said intentions and items as the god had been mentioned to take pleasure in the colors of black and red as well as items like rubies and wine.

Clearly, it’s all a silly little joke, until you felt pairs of skeletal hands gripping onto your ankles and you fell unconscious as you were pulled downwards.

“It’s been centuries since someone’s broken the rule.” Azmaveth purred as you awoken inside of a temple.