MOGHCHAMPS in the chat (Patreon)

--The Lord of Blood lay seated within his dimly lit chambers, awaiting the next offering upon his bloated form. The feasts, the indulgences... are never ending. An endless show of love from his devoted servants. For after all, the larger one's form, the more of one self's love there is to give back onto all... or so says the boundless Formless Mother.

Mohg, for his part, is truly happier than he's ever been.--

Love this creepy horned man