Butchers

The men grabbed the demon and pushed it down, the crowd not being able to see the demon anymore finally stopped throwing.

"They are insane, all of them."

Talking to myself I notice how the crowd becomes silent as a butchering knife is sliced down quickly, immediately like to signal a hit a horrid scream echoes out. The crowd turns silent but as I look closer at them, I notice something.

They are smiling and whispering, like they all don't want to miss the screams. One of the men raises up a foot, and begins acting like a hero. Waving it around and dancing like he just won some major battle, or just won a dare.

The crowd suddenly cheers at the raised foot and he with a butchering knife in his other hand swings down and another scream fills the now silent crowd. The man this time doesn't raise up immediately but instead is doing something as he is busy using the knife, and the crowd begins to happily chat among themself.

Holding the demon down is a group of men, they all are struggling to hold it down. But they are still successful, and the man with the knife doesn't stop.

Standing up with a wide grin the man with the knife had his knife tucked into his pants, in his hands were fingers and now two feet.

Throwing it all into the horde, they started fighting over the body parts. The people had devolved from sane to insane so quick it was terrifying, I turned dead silent and just hugged the tree.

What is wrong with everyone, why are they like animals celebrating a kill. What did that demon do to deserve this and why are they all so excited to have a body part!?

"It's mine, the finger is mine!"

"I had it first, hand it over now!"

"The foot is for me, I need it for my wedding!"

"Give me that index finger. I am a priest who demands respect!"

Listening to them fight over body parts while hearing a scream in between their shouting had shocked me to my core. People of high position were fighting with others for a finger or a foot!

Suddenly the man with the man knife raised his butchering knife in the air, and the crowd turned silent quickly.

"Everyone, this is one of those demons that feed on blood. W[e can collect everything and still punish it. So I ask you all to wait for us to finish, then you can collect."

Collect? Feeds on blood? What does any of that mean, but regardless the crowd was pleased to hear that and turned to happy chatter.

Turning and looking down the man with a knife went back at it, this time the screams were far more intense. He didn't stop for thirty minutes, and the entire time everyone could hear the screams but nobody cared.