Dictator

Today’s prompt: “Pick a dictator and write about an imaginary morning or day of his life, focusing on the banalities (digestion, sleep, oral hygiene).”

The Dark Pontiff of the Cult of the Bloody Tongue experiences a moment of minor indigestion as the nail on the severed tip of your index finger passes through his small intestine. It’s a minor inconvenience to be part of the blessed ritual sacrifice wherein he eats one small fragment of your body and Nyarlathotep devours the rest.