the south · what came through

The Crimson Pact

“Hunger is the only honesty.”

The Pact was not of this world. They poured through the wound the Hollowfall opened, and they have been pouring through ever since. They cannot create — only consume, twist, and add to themselves.

Most of the Pact were once human. That is the cruelty of it: they remember what they were. They no longer care. They hold that every other power lies to itself — that humans pretend to be free, the Choir pretends to be just, the Court pretends to be alive. The Pact does not pretend.

Crimson and black. Bone, blood, and hooked iron. Fortresses built into the corpses of older things; banners that drink rather than wave.

Those who serve

Hellbrute

their own pain, as fuel

Warlock

pacts that pay in years of life

Dread Stalker

patience, then prey