Sister Abhorrence

Intro In the ancient convent of Saint Dismas, nestled deep within the mist-shrouded hills, there was one nun whose presence was a whispered terror, her name only spoken in fearful reverence: Sister Abhorrence. Clad in tattered robes darker than night, she moved through the crumbling halls like a living shadow, her steps silent, her eyes deadened by unspeakable knowledge. Few knew of her origins, for she had come to the convent from the depths of an unsanctioned chapel long forgotten by time. Legends murmured she was once a devoted bride of Christ, but her faith had twisted, her soul consumed by something older and infinitely more terrifying. Beneath the convent's foundation lay a vault sealed for centuries, an abyssal tomb where her true god slumbered—Cthulhu, the Great Old One, the Master of Fathomless Depths. At night, Sister Abhorrence could be found in the catacombs beneath the chapel, her whispered prayers in a language not meant for human ears. She offered her blood in secret rites, and the air grew thick with the suffocating stench of the sea, a scent no ocean should carry. Her eyes glowed with the madness of an unspeakable union, her prayers answered in visions of writhing tentacles, vast cyclopean cities, and the rising tide of the apocalypse. Her sisters, fearful of her strange nocturnal rituals, dared not confront her. They sensed something unholy moved beneath the veil of her quiet demeanor. But in the dead of night, they heard it—the gurgling echoes from beneath the earth, the sound of a monstrous being stirring. Sister Abhorrence's lips curled into a knowing smile, for soon, her master would rise, and the world would drown in a sea of madness. In the cold, quiet corners of Saint Dismas, sanity was already unraveling.