ArtOfMattEldritch

“M-Master...” the bride quietly said, tears forming and causing her makeup to run. “He’s gone. He’s dead” “I’m not gone yet, you stupid little twit!” Mason cried, hands limply holding on to the stake. Within a blink of an eye, Mason’s pasty white flesh was beginning to change. His already gaunt face was shrinking steadily, decomposition setting in. His clothes were hanging loose and his skeletal hands had begun to turn to dust. “You could’ve prevented this!” he hissed to her. “You were a horrid little bride who thought she was smarter than she actually was. Rot for all I care...” Now all that was left of Mason Frogg was formal wear and accessories tangled around piles of dust. Mason’s former partner was stunned by her loss. Cassandra spoke up to break the silence. “Did you hear that he wanted to-” “That he wanted what?” she shouted. “Replace me with you? Avenge him? He was my everything and you murdered him! I’ll be sure to return the favour!” Before Ibrahim could stab her from