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The Beast Beneath the Cross - Chapter Six: The Blood Red Oath
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Dreamshaper XL Lightning
The morning sun did little to chase away the gloom that settled over Bedburg. The full moon had come and gone, leaving behind another night of terror and whispers. The wolf had not been seen, but that didn’t ease the fear hanging in the cold autumn air. The villagers spoke in hushed tones, casting suspicious glances at one another, wondering if the creature still lurked among them in human skin.
At the heart of the village, Karl Heidemann, a stout and fiery-eyed man of the cloth, stood outside the church, his hands trembling as they gripped a musket. He was no preacher by trade but a fierce enforcer of the faith, a man known for his uncompromising zeal. His temper flared hot as iron in a forge, and today it burned with a fury he could barely contain.
The night had brought no wolf attack, but it had brought something far more dangerous: blasphemy.
Medieval Mob Storming House: Gothic Dark Fantasy Art
A dramatic scene depicting a medieval mob assaulting a stone house in a dark fantasy style. Torches illuminate the figures, with smoke and crumbling walls adding to the gothic atmosphere. The artwork uses deep purple and yellow hues.
Created by JellyDonut on Oct 3, 2024 using the Dreamshaper XL Lightning AI image generator model.
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Dark Fantasy
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- Medieval German mob storms house with torches, swords, muskets.Weight: 1a masterpiece, 8k resolution, dark fantasy concept art, by Greg Rutkowski, dynamic lighting, hyperdetailed, intricately detailed, Splash screen art, trending on Artstation, deep color, Unreal Engine, volumetric lighting, Alphonse Mucha, Jordan Grimmer, purple and yellow complementary coloursWeight: 0.9
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Medium
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1:1
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Short
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50%
He had heard the stories early that morning—Peter Stump, the miller, had spoken openly against God’s protection, sowing doubt among the already frightened villagers. His words had spread like wildfire, infecting the minds of the weak and turning them away from the church. Karl's jaw clenched at the thought, his knuckles white around the musket’s wooden stock.
"He mocks us," Karl muttered under his breath, his lips twisted in anger. "He mocks God."
Around him, a group of villagers gathered—mostly men, armed with crude weapons: pitchforks, axes, whatever they could find. They had followed Karl to the church, drawn by his fiery speech and their own growing suspicion of Peter Stump. Some of them had heard Peter’s words themselves, seen the disgust in his eyes during the sermon at St. Johann’s. To them, the blasphemy was proof enough that Peter was not to be trusted.