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1930, Eastern reaches of Siberia, journal entry Mikael Konstantinov, member of the 10th Red Army group. Lost deep within Kiber-Tvar territory, night fall.

We failed to exit the ruins of City 16 (Yakutsk), our breakthrough was foiled not by the undead, but by the Engel. It spoke to us, it was a messenger from God, told us too not be afraid. Many of us went with it willingly to paradise, it unhinged its jaw and they all walked in. How lucky, they are saved. ME and two others ran, into danger, we hid like little rats. The Engel was out there waiting for us, it’s pleasant smile inviting us. Our comrades sang in its long throat, such beautiful peaceful hymns, so enticing. WE didn’t want to go out.

“Come out, come out, my children, you must be so cold and starving. Please come out, be not afraid, for I have taken this form due to the wickedness of this fell earth, yet you will see such wonders inside of me. Let me save you.”

WE DIDN’T LISTEN, WE DIDN’T WANT TO LISTEN. The thing that crawled out of its mouth, it was, WAS, our superior. It spoke to us, spoke of such jubilant warmth, we just needed to go outside…. Why didn’t it want to come inside? “Idolatry, idolatry” he said to us. It burned the Engels heart to see such things. Things. Things. We stayed there until day broke. Luger, my friend had passed away, he bled out in my arms. Ivan was still awake, his eyes blood shot, his gun still pointed at the door.

I couldn’t hear it anymore. The Engel was gone.

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1930, Eastern reaches of Siberia, journal entry Mikael Konstantinov, member of the 10th Red Army group. Lost deep within Kiber-Tvar territory, night fall.

We failed to exit the ruins of City 16 (Yakutsk), our breakthrough was foiled not by the undead, but by the Engel. It spoke to us, it was a messenger from God, told us too not be afraid. Many of us went with it willingly to paradise, it unhinged its jaw and they all walked in. How lucky, they are saved. ME and two others ran, into danger, we hid like little rats. The Engel was out there waiting for us, it’s pleasant smile inviting us. Our comrades sang in its long throat, such beautiful peaceful hymns, so enticing. WE didn’t want to go out.

“Come out, come out, my children, you must be so cold and starving. Please come out, be not afraid, for I have taken this form due to the wickedness of this fell earth, yet you will see such wonders inside of me. Let me save you.”

WE DIDN’T LISTEN, WE DIDN’T WANT TO LISTEN. The thing that crawled out of its mouth, it was, WAS, our superior. It spoke to us, spoke of such jubilant warmth, we just needed to go outside…. Why didn’t it want to come inside? “Idolatry, idolatry” he said to us. It burned the Engels heart to see such things. Things. Things. We stayed there until day broke. Luger, my friend had passed away, he bled out in my arms. Ivan was still awake, his eyes blood shot, his gun still pointed at the door.

I couldn’t hear it anymore. The Engel was gone.

A link to my Webcomic
www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/…

Plus a link to a Commission Sheet if you want art done by me.

COMMISSONS AND COMIC