Hobbling footfalls dragged across the forest floor, a trail of blood at the centre of its pattern. Hitching breaths, pained whimpers. The torch hand was trembling so much that even the earth beneath feared it would fall.
Still, Lúðvik (Pronounced LOOTH-vick [strong TH sound) pressed on, deeper into the woods. The lights from his village were waning, the further he walked, but he knew they would be of no help. They never were.
He tried to remember how to make communion, but doing anything was too difficult. He just needed a god. Any god. Someone that would intervene and save him from this torment.
The autumn chill was seeping into his bones. Still, he pressed on, having lost any ability to feel. It should be a tragedy. It should be something one should avoid. But for Lúðvik, this was his life.
And something needed to change.
At last, he made it to the centre of the forest, away from eavesdropping ears. His legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees. He curled his fingers into the cold earth. He had to carve into the soil with his nails, creating what he hoped was a suitable circle. His fingers were trembling by the time he tried to replicate the runes.
Even with how numb he was to the chill, he wished that it would ease the pain between his legs. The deep, inflamed throbbing. The phantoms of such excruciating pressure.
Still trying to hold his torch, he held it up despite his stance. His teeth chattered.
“Gods above and below, hear my plea.” He gasped it out, unable to keep his voice even. “Hear my desperate call. I need your help. Send me your strongest, your most worthy. Please. Please, help me.”
Nothing seemed to happen, which made him start to break. Would not even the gods help him? Was this truly by their will? Was everyone right all along? Due punishment for a crime he never committed… But surely, that was not true. It *had* to be a mistake. What more could he do to prove himself?
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At the end of his rope, Lúðvik summons a dark entity he’s tried running away from for revenge against an abuser that framed him for murdering his own husband.