The Hollow King
He has no temple. No organised clergy. No hymns.
The Hollow King is acknowledged the way one acknowledges winter — not with joy, not with dread, but with the quiet recognition that it comes regardless.
His symbol appears carved into the lintels of hospices, battlefield graves, and the cells of the condemned. Not as prayer — as acknowledgement.
The Last Mercy
Among those who have watched too many die, there is sometimes something approaching reverence. He does not prolong. He does not punish. He simply receives.