Turns out that William’s secure house actually wasn’t that secure. It had all happened very quickly. It was a few minutes after Arthur had left to go speak with William, and I was just lounging on the bed and wishing that I was still touching him. I could definitely say that it ruined my life.
It being the grotesque demon that burst through the bedroom window (not really burst, more like crawled through since it was open). The... thing’s skin had the color and texture of a raisin. It had these weird growths coming out of its skin, reminiscent of boils. It had the shape of a human, if said person had their arms stretched out to reach their knees. There was a humpback too. And the oily hair that hung over its face and obscuring the rest of its features. The boil-things were leaking green,
