Shouts and Cries (2)

That old woman walked towards the forest. As small drops slowly descended from the sky, she smiled to herself. A pair of fangs appeared at the corner of her cracked lips. She licked her lips and it turned more luscious. As she got deeper into the forest, her image straightened up and her white hair turned black. Her arms grew longer and her face contorted. Longer jaw, one eye remaining, and black body, the old woman turned into something different than a human. 

"It's time, master." Its words almost slithered from its lips as it crawled onto Darion's feet. 

Darion's eyes settled on to the faraway village. There were huts and a few cottages made from wood and straw. The farthest village from the Northern Kingdom. It only had a few people and most are evidently farmers. "This is the nearest village, leave no one behind." There was no emotion in his voice as he commanded a hundred demons to raze that small village.