Melkor Tattoo • Recent

When it was done, the tattoo spoke.

When she finished, Grom looked in a mirror. The tattoo now depicted a fat, cheerful kitchen-god—Melkor, the Dark Cook of Legend. melkor tattoo

Days passed. The tattoo grew stronger. It began whispering not just commands, but secrets—how to forge a ring of power (requires a volcanic anvil, currently unavailable), how to corrupt elves (requires patience, currently in short supply), and how to make a truly tender stew (low heat, all night). When it was done, the tattoo spoke

But the tattoo also grew ambitions. It started twitching, stretching, trying to peel itself free. One night, Grom woke to find a black, two-dimensional arm emerging from his shoulder, groping for a knife. Days passed

Grom, who had spent three centuries chewing gristly boots, agreed.

And to everyone’s surprise, it worked.

And somewhere in the Void, the real Melkor felt a strange tug of pride. Someone, somewhere, was using his face to make a demi-glace. He decided not to escape just yet. The world, he realized, had finally learned to season properly.