A lone figure stumbles across the night. dodging trees left and right, Running as if it was a broken marionette. Burdened by something.
Sounds can be faintly heard in the far distance. As faint flames flicker in the distance across a rather large tree line, however, it is too dark to notice anything apart from a faint silhouette of colours.
Time seems to move quickly as the figure stops next to a clearing. Dropping whatever was burdening it.
Cry sounds out in front of the figure as it seems to have stopped moving.
Getting closer towards this figure, a faint hum can be heard. No ordinary hum, instead it sounds like a familiar nursery rhythm in the region.
Standing hunched over, the old weary cloak coloured with a faint dark brown and red flutters for a moment. then stops.
"it" quivers. and quivers, the trembling doesn't stop as what sounds like gurgling is heard.
Lined in front of "it", in a pile lay tightly wrapped bundles as small as an old crippled hound, the bundles made with old cloth it seems, with more than a dozen, stay still.
On each bundle was a hole, and a faint cry can be heard from them, apart from one.
In the back hidden by those bigger, lay a smaller bundle. "it" didn't seem to notice.
As the flames in the distance cast an eerie glow over the scene, "it" trembled. The almost nursery rhythming sounds continued to fill the air, a twisted lullaby that echoed through the night. As it bites, One bite is heard, followed by a second. Whatever "it" was doing was enjoying it as it sounded like carrots being eaten.
The flames come closer in the distance.
A distance boom is heard.
The hunched figure, now revealed by the looming flames from the distance shows the figure.
A monstrous being, adorned with tattered remnants of what was once a regal cloak. Its dark brown and red hues blended seamlessly with the shadows that enveloped the surroundings.
"It" turned to look behind it. Observing the flames shining brighter in the distance. It turns back rushing its task faster as it can no longer hold back.
The thunder sounded closer.
"Its" head is seen when it turned, a horrific fusion of spider and human features. Multiple pairs of bulbous, multifaceted eyes cover its elongated face, reflecting a sickly luminescent glow that pierces through the darkness. Sharp, jagged mandibles protrude from its mouth still stained with chunks of unknown flesh and meat, dripping with a mixture of saliva and leftover "food". A multitude of long, wiry strands of hair sprout from its scalp, resembling the coarse bristles of a spider's legs
The creature's elongated limbs quivered with a mixture of excitement and malice, its favourite feeding time was happening, it was so close to finishing its feast.
With grotesque delight, the creature sank its sharp teeth into the tightly wrapped bundles, tearing through the old cloth with voracious determination. Each bite brought a sickening gurgle, a perverse symphony of consumption.
Faster "it" ate tearing at the bundles as blood spits out.
The contents of the bundles, once silent, now emitted muffled cries.
Amidst the lined bundles, one stood out from the rest. It was smaller, No sound escaped from its confines, no movement. This bundle held a secret.
The creature doesn't seem to notice that the flames in the distance flicker closer.
Unaware of the encroaching flames, the creature revelled in its feast. The creature's perverse symphony of consumption filled the air, drowning out any cry's heard.
The growing intensity of the fire brought an unsettling tension to the scene, an eerie dance of light and shadow that played upon the twisted figure.
As the flames drew nearer, their heat and radiance licked at the edges of the monstrous being's perception.
The creature, consumed by its insatiable hunger, had yet to realize what the very flames it ignored would soon bring forth.
The night grew colder, the air thick with a palpable sense of anticipation.
Boom... Boom..
Steps as loud as thunder is heard.
Emerging from the tree clearing with purposeful strides, a soldier steps into the scene. He stands tall and proud, his imposing figure, standing tall at a commanding height of seven feet steps through. Cladded in intricately crafted gleaming plate armour, etched with ancient symbols and battle scars, adorns his broad shoulders and chiselled chest.
His armour bears the marks of countless battles, a testament to his experience and unyielding determination. A flowing crimson cape billows behind him, symbolizing his rank and inspiring awe in all who behold him.
This towering warrior, standing at an impressive seven feet tall, radiates an aura of divine fervour. His long, flowing red hair symbolizes his connection to the deity he serves as if touched by the very flames of his faith. Each strand seems to flicker with a warm, fiery glow, adding to the awe-inspiring image he presents.
His face bears the marks of his unwavering devotion.
His eyes, a piercing shade of red, glimmer with a zealous light that reveals his unyielding belief in his god's cause.
He stops.
"You filth," The unknown man says. The monster quickly turns.
"Are you prepared to burn for your sins in gods name" The man smiles with a malevolent expression.