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Weekly Contest #292
Rot didn’t miss red. Six kings had fallen since The Blotting, and still, he grieved all the colors—all but that of his namesake. Seeing only black pour from battlefield victims made it easier to grant them peace. Made it easier to do Emethara’s bidding as Heir to the Plague. The Shepherd of Mercy. The grayscale suited Rot. In his first years, every sight of red brought bile to his throat—a terrible irony considering his origins as a butcher. There were nights that he wept by his scythe, hating himself for taking up this abhorrent mantle. Now...
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