End of Week 4 Write-a-ton Word count: 5403
It's been a while since I acknowledged the picometer I borrowed from writeropia
Just a little bit of unedited wordage this week.
The demons wrapped their tendrils around Ruk’s chest. They coiled them around his throat, pressed them against his eyes, pushed them into his mind.
They promised him the kind of power he’d not felt for a long, long time. He threw back his head ready to accept it.
