Doctor Sleet's Prescription#7
Doctor Sleet's Prescription#7
Polypharmacy: Depths
For this batch of doses, fine medications supplied by
the fiction dealer, the prescription is the polypharmacy of Depths!A savage prescription sure to bring out the creature deep within you!
Grimoire 100mg
"This isn't the original tome"
He dark and obscured, misshapen held up the sodden book carelessly.
"Can it be read?"
A well mannered and bred man, not a hair out of place, eyes piercing and suit without blemish in spite of surrounding squalor. Claven Lloyd, currently on a 'spiritual break' from business.
"No"
Before suit could object, inbred mutant continued.
"But you couldn't even with the original"
A smile of immaculate white teeth, a hand grasped tome.
"My reward?"
Another hand, through chest, for though their form differed they were murderous kin.
With blood, he turned sodden page and read.
Knife 60mg
She stared in mute terror, bound in mouth and on chair at the monstrous human trapped within a clean suit before her.
Claven Lloyd twisted his right hand, and where once was flesh was stump and coral blade in other hand.
"The trouble with all these tomes of the depths is how gluttonous they are"
He more reading to do.
Suffocation 70mg
Claven Lloyd watched the drowning man with interest.
"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be unable to breathe like that"
His hand held head under water steady, as he flicked through a waterlogged grimoire in the other.
"You needn't struggle so, soon enough you'll be as at home in water as you are in land"
With guttural burbling song, victim's skin was replaced with fishscales.
Remnant 100mg
The newly transformed ichthyian drudge led Claven Lloyd deep into the port of the city, and into the sewers there, but amid reeking twisting tunnels, old brickwork turned to cyclopean tubes, more like the innards of guts than the stone carving of man, cold and clammy to the touch. Another man would have had his heart filled with unease, indeed hallucinations would have been conjured up to eyes by the darkness. Claven Lloyd however lost caution as he walked deeper, a horrific vitality filling his body. In spite of his business suit, he looked the part of savage high priest.
Blood 50mg
It had turned upon him after all. He served something different, something beyond the idea of age. So, since it no longer served as guide, he took off his suit jacket, his shirt and turned hand to coral knife. With flaying he soon had a new suit. A fitting disguise.
Carnivore 100mg
His name was unbound with the first kill, the first feeding. He no longer needed the customs of man. More than flesh, blood and bone he revelled in the fear of the deep dwellers, long had they feasted on vagrants forgetting that there were other servants of eldritch powers beyond their old one. Servants like him. Just as they took guise of man, he took fish eyed guise of them. Slowly he ate them one by one at first sneaking and then striding openly, they couldn't freely leave the sanctuary. They gurgled prayers, but his god had already eaten theirs...
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