Eye: The Last Perspective

I never imagined I would come eye-to-eye with the infamous beast, despite a hundred ancient stories telling me that was the consequence of my actions. Generations of children in the region had been warned, over and over again, that summoning the Horned One would require a blood sacrifice and that the mutated aberration would never be still until its monsterous tongue had slurped all the life from its victim.

Thoroughly armored by this knowledge, I believed I had done enough to prepare the space I would share with the relentless predator. My wrongness...was deafening.

The grotesque crunching and slurping of the fat goat I'd brought as sacrifice was beyond anything that I had ever imagined. The bleating cries were petrifying in the otherworldly gloom as the winged beast crouched over the still living carcass, devouring it slowly from the back, forward.

I felt as though I would drown in waves of my own vomit as I struggled to catch my breath, and claw myself out from the depths of revulsion and terror. Quickly, I snatched for the crystal I had been told would bind the beast back to it's lair, but before I could utter anything of the incantation needed, the beast's razor teeth snapped closed around my ankle and snapped through bones. I could still see chunks of the goat's fur between the beast's grinning, scaly lips...until eventually I could see nothing at all.