Sarah Ruth Thomas

And if it wasn't for their shifty eyes, it would have been easy to mistake for just a still image.

And I didn't notice it at first, since not much on the screen had changed, but the camera was zooming in.

So slowly it didn't register until the camera was almost right next to the two women.

I thought it was zooming in closer to their faces at first, but it quickly became apparent that wasn't the focus.

It was focusing on the desk behind them, which sat clear and empty.

And once it was centered perfectly between both of their arms and fixated on the desk up close, a ragged hand slammed on top of the desk from below.

My skeleton nearly jumped out of my body, it scared me so fucking bad.

The body it was attached to creeped up from behind the desk as well, revealing just the eyes of Oscar.

They were yellowed, as if they had been jaundiced, and looked even more sunken and tear-stained than when I saw his image over a week ago standing outside my home.

His skin was graying, and it looked like he was about to keel over and turn into a pile of ashes.

I mean, it was awful.

One of the worst human forms I've ever seen.

He reached with the same hand towards the camera and let out a low moan, making him not only look but sound like death itself.

It was at this moment the women finally spoke, and they did so in English and in unison.

Lover, brother, an altar is needed.

One kingdom, one king.

Rebirthed once, so it will be again.

One kingdom, one king.

A phallic sacrifice to allow the reversion.

One kingdom, one king.