UNSHACKLED BEAST, HE VENTURED INSIDE A VILLAGE’S LITTLE HEART—- our devil in disguise sneered, freely selecting lambs, following their trail. God deemed these children as unworthy, sinners who abided by their own protocols and twisted fantasies. ‘’ Are you stupid, girl ?! Did you not hear the ruckus outside !!! ‘’ Burly hands of a large woman hammered fervently nails into wooden boards, sealing windows && doorways whilst painting hard surfaces with fresh blood from a lamb.
‘’ I can still hear him. He always comes, always ! The first day of every month —- he ate my baby boy …. ‘’ Calloused fingers massaged thick blood clots, smearing between crevices && gaps, oh, she knew all too well how that monster slipped through meagre cracks.
‘’ HE IS COMING THIS WAY, HURRY, QUICK!! ‘’ Rushed steps accompanied frantic voices, so many voices filled a cold night. Fear reigned over them, shackled their valorous spirits akin to broken horses whose feet were far too hurt to carry on. This woman which kept the girl in the cottage lit a candle, beaten down features obscured by shades in the vicinity eclipsed half her gaze, peering into her only company.
‘’ Those fools? They are done for. Let us pray girl, let us pray that this beast does not find us … may God have mercy on our souls. ‘’ Faithless knees collapsed, hands hugged together in a prayer whilst they remained shielded by a ran down cottage. Her whispers barely intruded against a myriad of screams which pierced cold wings, agonizing pleas, fists nearly punching against the boarded windows and doors —- they beseeched for help … but she wouldn’t budge and she would KILL this girl if she DARED to attempt helping those fools.
🌺🔪;; ━ These were the most dangerous & conspicuous of times, she knew, having already heard countless tell-tales about poor villages which became raided by both monsters & men, but, having to actually witness such first hand? It was... ‘different’. So much so that Esfir didn’t even follow any necessary procedures & merely stood there like a confused deer, just watching, just thinking, not fully understanding the whole situation ---- especially the blood. Why did the poor old woman have to smear it everywhere? What good did that actually do..?
“ Uhm... excuse me..? ” But of course, further inquiries were of no use. They’d only hit upon deaf ears & the most chaotic sounds outside, being full of agony, despair, death; even the children were not spared. “ W-We need to get out of here... ” Just how her wretched mother did not spare before she brutally killed, taking precious lives away & for what...? That’s right. A mere sport. Esfir didn’t wish to share the same, miserable fate.
Thus finally clicking back into motion, the young witch glanced around & took a good look at the room as well as its wooden furniture, idly by-passing the old woman's hunched down silhouette. “ Uh... um.. ” It was nothing special --- not well protected --- looking just like any other cottage interior within this soon-to-be ghost village, possessing only one petty guest-room to spare. Oh, how terrible! There were people already trying to force the door!
“ Think Milky, think...! ” Although she’d not falter, not yet! Mother has made sure to steel those once frail nerves. “ Wait...! ” Now quickly turning around to search the floor, as expected, she’d find a single trapdoor located at the farther corner, “ YES! ” Which was indeed most wonderful news. Esfir didn’t even hesitate before grabbing the praying woman’s wrinkled wrist & yanking her along the same direction, walking over to their only source of safety & opening up its heavy hatch. “ Ngh... ~ T-There! Go, go, go! ” Pushing her right in. No time for manners & apologies. ” Now please be quiet! ” Only to leap into the darkness herself, promptly shutting the hatch along.
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