Maybe The Dead
Warning: Contains talk of abuse, and heavily implied sexual assault/rape
From the earth sprung a hundred or so minions, made from the rat corpses littering the place. They skittered to her side as a rotting boney mass, and Blueten blinked at them in surprise. She hadn’t meant to summon them, and certainly not so many. Was she always able to control this many minions? She gave them a long considered look. They looked back and she could see herself from a hundred different angles.
Of course.
If no one alive will stop this guild…
“Maybe the dead will.” A hundred screechy voices whispered back to her.
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