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"From the ruins of his body, the Whisper rose like a hideous, crimson butterfly emerging from its cocoon of flesh. It towered above her, impossibly spindly and skeletal, yet sleek and deadly in poise. Its six-eyed head gazed down at her, bearing a manic grin of razored teeth. Its slender arms ended in serrated blades, skin glistening like fresh blood all over. In its namesake, whispers filled the air around the monster--not the compelling urges Loris had brought about with his skulls, but the sibilant murmurs of mad spirits and vile phantasms from beyond the grave. The unknown thoughts of an aberration that shouldn’t be allowed to exist."

Blood in the Mist by Josh Vogt.