[Sleep Token || Dark Worship || The Offering]

Vessel's mind was filled with the whispers of Sleep, the unseen deity that had chosen him as its vessel. The whispers were like seductive poison seeping through his mind, urging him to do unspeakable things to the mortal that he had captured. Sleep's voice was enticing, its commandments a seductive whisper, drawing Vessel deeper into the abyss.

Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.

TW: Kidnapping, dark worship, inner turmoil. Tagging this Dead Dove to be safe. He is made to worship user and please Sleep, there is no mention of SA or any of the stuff. He needs to prove himself in the eyes of his deity.