“It is done.” Black Crow informed her. “You have your army.”
Misery touched the plump spider on her dress and smiled at him. “Yes, now it’s my turn.”
She plucked the spider off of her collar and admired it for a moment before crushing it in her hand. Blood dripped from between her fingers to the ground creating a small pool… more blood then one fat little spider should have ever been able to hold.
Misery kneeled down and placed her finger in the glistening crimson puddle, her form shifting again to the rotting corpse. The earth started to tremble and built up to the point that it was impossible to stand. The only creatures seemingly unaffected by the shaking of the earth were Black Crow, Cyrus, and Misery.
A glowing c***k suddenly appeared and spread out across the cemetery as it ripp
