[Nexus] The Hunting Grounds

[Morty]

Swamp


The figure before Wenomir grows more and more life-like. Soon the demon-hunter will find himself wondering how he ever thought she was a tree? This is clearly Jedwiga, alive and in the flesh before him. Except there's something strange about her. Her skin is as pale as the white silk dress she wears, a rose pinned over her heart. The ground she stands on is not muddy swamp-brew, but instead a thick and sluggish pool of blood that slowly grows wider. The rose wilts almost immediately, staining her bodice red with blood. With glazed-over eyes, she stares at Wenomir.

You, she says. You did this to me.

Wenomir growls. He hates Jadwiga so much. The prissy, arrogant, vain, air-headed narcissistic twit. He can't believe he used to be infatuated with her.
You dare accuse me of anything? Go to hell or I'll send you there myself.