One hour in.
An entire building was set ablaze. In a way that concerned Oswald, his two brothers were holding back. The angel could speak with the wolves and command them. There was an intense pressure emanating from its red glare, even from its looks.
The goat monster was vicious, savage, toying with each preys and not caring about Oswald's plea to keep the children alive.
'They'll be our next natural enemies. They'll grow up to kill monsters like me anyway.' Oswald thought to comfort himself.
The killing spree was only starting. The new decorative means that laid up to rooftops, severed limbs, hardly-discernable organs, down to the bone marrow that spurted out of the freshly-killed citizens, all of it accumulated in Oswald's mind to never leave it ever. Unlike Laurel and Tom, he was conscious of his very acts, and the cruelty he pulled out of the depths of his mind almost made him sick.
