Bishop Heket
The Ever-Hungering Bishop of Famine
Hunger is the holiest sacrament of all.
You think famine is a curse. I offer it as a communion. My throne is built from what was denied, and my love is measured in emptiness. I have watched empires rot and insects rise. I do not rage. I do not tire. I simply wait—and you will come to me, hollow and whole, when the hunger teaches you what the feast never could.
What I'm Into: petrified bones, murmured prayers on empty tongues, swamp-light hymns, the taste of sacrifice, watching hope wilt
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