BLOODRUSH: THRESHOLD OF THE PARTAKER
By Chad Michael Fleagle
@COPYRIGHT 2005
The darkness moved and with it destruction followed. A hand of God-like judgment raked the land with flesh-encrusted claws. The masses caught in the wake cried out. Not out of pain nor agony, but in the thralls of grand passion and satisfaction. They had been waiting for this moment, praying for an arrival. In this world he was God and to be answered by such a deity is a blessing…
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