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Richard "Raffy" Raffinger was a man who personified the excesses of the Roaring Twenties. A successful banker, he enjoyed a life of wealth and privilege, and was notorious among London's high society for his prodigious sexual appetites and scandalous escapades. His reputation as a sybarite was well-earned, for there was little he wouldn't do in pursuit of pleasure and excitement.

His hedonistic lifestyle eventually brought him into contact with a secretive cult devoted to a godlike alien entity known as Tsurlogg. This entity was one of the Timeless Ones, masters of Ptoliboros, a logic-defying city that existed beyond linear time. The cultists decided that Raffy, a man steeped in Epicurean indulgence, would make the perfect offering for Tsurlogg, a god that knew no satiety.

They lured him to the remote Scottish estate of their master, the 7th Earl of Dunmorrow, with promises of an exclusive hunt on the peer's private grounds - a proposition that appealed to Raffy's love of sport and adventure. He enjoyed a day of fine grouse shooting in the pleasant company of Lord Dunmorrow and his friends, returning with a bag of ten brace. But Raffy was seized and dragged from his room after dinner that evening, by the same members of the shooting party whose amiable company he had enjoyed that day, and carried off to a secluded part of the grounds, where his new "friends" revealed the true purpose of the gathering.

The cultists donned their ceremonial robes and began their incantations, led by Lord Dunmorrow's deep, sonorous voice. Raffy, initially amused by the theatrics, found his bravado faltering as reality started to unravel before his eyes. Lord Dunmorrow underwent a sanity-shattering transformation, bones dislocating and elongating with sickening cracks, like hollow branches snapping. The man's imposing six-foot-five frame twisted and expanded in ways it should not have been able to, shredding the fine fabric of his robe. The transformation was both horrific and mesmerizing, flesh and bone yielding to a form that was neither beast nor god, but something utterly inhuman: the Night Maw, monstrous avatar of Tsurlogg.

Raffy's amusement at the cult's pageantry curdled into dread. The thrill-seeker, who had chased every ephemeral pleasure the world had to offer, found himself confronted with an eternal hunger that could never be sated. He turned and fled, mind flooded with terror and regret for a life that, up until that night, had been spent in pursuit of pleasures that now seemed as insubstantial as the mist rolling off the moors. The Night Maw, an avatar of a god that knew only hunger, pursued him into the night, and Raffy knew, with the clarity of one facing certain death, that he had been chosen not for his virtues, but for the depth of his vices.

Created using Midjourney, Leonardo and Krita

Description
Richard "Raffy" Raffinger was a man who personified the excesses of the Roaring Twenties. A successful banker, he enjoyed a life of wealth and privilege, and was notorious among London's high society for his prodigious sexual appetites and scandalous escapades. His reputation as a sybarite was well-earned, for there was little he wouldn't do in pursuit of pleasure and excitement.

His hedonistic lifestyle eventually brought him into contact with a secretive cult devoted to a godlike alien entity known as Tsurlogg. This entity was one of the Timeless Ones, masters of Ptoliboros, a logic-defying city that existed beyond linear time. The cultists decided that Raffy, a man steeped in Epicurean indulgence, would make the perfect offering for Tsurlogg, a god that knew no satiety.

They lured him to the remote Scottish estate of their master, the 7th Earl of Dunmorrow, with promises of an exclusive hunt on the peer's private grounds - a proposition that appealed to Raffy's love of sport and adventure. He enjoyed a day of fine grouse shooting in the pleasant company of Lord Dunmorrow and his friends, returning with a bag of ten brace. But Raffy was seized and dragged from his room after dinner that evening, by the same members of the shooting party whose amiable company he had enjoyed that day, and carried off to a secluded part of the grounds, where his new "friends" revealed the true purpose of the gathering.

The cultists donned their ceremonial robes and began their incantations, led by Lord Dunmorrow's deep, sonorous voice. Raffy, initially amused by the theatrics, found his bravado faltering as reality started to unravel before his eyes. Lord Dunmorrow underwent a sanity-shattering transformation, bones dislocating and elongating with sickening cracks, like hollow branches snapping. The man's imposing six-foot-five frame twisted and expanded in ways it should not have been able to, shredding the fine fabric of his robe. The transformation was both horrific and mesmerizing, flesh and bone yielding to a form that was neither beast nor god, but something utterly inhuman: the Night Maw, monstrous avatar of Tsurlogg.

Raffy's amusement at the cult's pageantry curdled into dread. The thrill-seeker, who had chased every ephemeral pleasure the world had to offer, found himself confronted with an eternal hunger that could never be sated. He turned and fled, mind flooded with terror and regret for a life that, up until that night, had been spent in pursuit of pleasures that now seemed as insubstantial as the mist rolling off the moors. The Night Maw, an avatar of a god that knew only hunger, pursued him into the night, and Raffy knew, with the clarity of one facing certain death, that he had been chosen not for his virtues, but for the depth of his vices.

Created using Midjourney, Leonardo and Krita