Broken records 3

"AAAH!" She screams as her organs are ripped out by the Monster in front of her, the flesh-eating humanoid is covered in fur as its eyes retain Insanity abruptly getting up it looks around hesitantly. Animalistic, it Jumps away

"DAMMIT, IT GOT AWAY!" a town folk scream, having multiple men behind him holding the torch, the rest pitchforks or machetes. The group looks around, "Where the hell can an Abomination that stinks like that go."

They look around Madly, some look at roofs or the environment "damn" walking away. "Let's spread out some patrols is bad enough that we're just outside the area of the war, we have to prepare some procedures to counteract this thing.

They nod, "it seems to be able to corrupt others when it kills, we killed the last 1 months ago and now a new 1 pops up, even burning doesn't seem to get the wretched Curse out of their bodies. The towns Folk move toward the dying women.

She looks dully at them, her head merely wobbling. "Rest in peace". the man slits the women throat, killing her before lighting her on fire. Leaving a prayer for the dead woman. "Find out if she has children." the Chef Sighs.

"Another good 1 lost" using a ritualistic broom he sweeps the ashes off the ground into a Pan before pouring it into a box, "also takes her ashes to be changed into ashen rings. IN case, she does have relatives that want a piece of her to remain close to them.

The other nod fanning out still wielding their weapons as he leaves, placing a cap on the spiritual wooden box. "May your soul bind you as a guard to hope." the wolf peers over the edge of the roof, whimpering.

It retreats away back into the woods as if regretting its decision, drawing blood from scratching at its head, stopping. It heads towards a Den, entering it and silently going to rest. The Chef reaches his home, walking to his office to write another death certificate.

"Dear?" He looks up at the woman in the door holding a pan with a bowl and mug on it. "Ah, Mira Thank you" He gets up and grabs the pan gently leaving a peak on the cheek. "I'll be in late, Another incident occurs in the village"

She sighed, looking slightly dejected, before walking away into the living room of the average-sized house. Sitting in the living room on the couch, she Slowly nits a cloth with her eyes closed, relaxing as her husband works hard.

"Why he work himself half to death, Damn Ridwan he's going to kill himself." She sighs being a woman in her 40s, her husband 45 sighs of aging showing in her fair skin as some of her hair turned white. The old man looked even worse, his head full of grey.

Working on documents, the man looks at an old picture of 3 children, a smiling man and woman in their early 20s. "I hope they're alive out they're the Gods recruited from basically everywhere, it's too bad my sons all signed up for it."

He returns to his work picking up the mug he takes a swig of the hot coffee waking up his senses as he savours the old Spice to it. Looking at the bowl of meat stew, he smiles, "I might leave just a little early".

He finishes writing the death certificate, the box of ashes sitting on the shelf picking it up he moves it to above the fireplace, the position holding great spiritual importance "may you rest on this sour night"

He grabs the pan, taking the coffee and stew with him. Entering the living room, Mira Looks up slightly surprised before smiling gently, he scratches the back of his head. "I figured I'd get off a little early."

He sits next to her, setting the stew down on a coffee table he pulled over, "Did you try the stew?" He shakes his head, "I did try the coffee though." She giggles, "of course, you go for the coffee first" She Lies her head on his shoulder.

Moving his arm he wraps it around her laying his head on her shoulder. The couple simply enjoying each other company, a knock at the door disrupting it, he sighs getting up and walking towards it grabbing his sword just in case.

Pouring some oil down the handle, the blade glows orange as etch and covered over patterns of Wings take form, the edge of the blade changing to a red as it is ready to slash. Opening the door, he greets his Acquaintance.

"I found him in an alleyway, Ridwan". The man says looking down at what he's pointing at a small boy with 2 horns and a tail sitting covered over with a cloak. "Demihuman I take it" He nods "Come in my friend, come in you too."

The boy shyly follows in behind him, "well Rodrick, What is he." Rodrick shakes his head, "I found him dump with multiple Injuries, possessing demon-like physical traits but not even an animal-like personality."

Ridwan Nods "Mira!" He shallowly Shouts, the woman in the living room look annoyed at having her cuddle time interrupted and then being called upon. Walking in, she looks irritated, scaring the boy before looking at the small noise.

Her eyes blinked in surprise. "Take your hood off, boy'> the Boy obediently removes his hood, showing his dark skin horns and red eyes, surprising even Ridwan with his pointed ears. "Hmm, A demon boy"

(yes, that tone is exactly a small amount of racism to be expected from an isolated village.)

Ridwan Start laughing, Rodrick laughing along as Mira Looks slightly embarrassed, the boy crouching Down slightly looking at the door ready to sprint Ridwan speaks. "That won't work, my boy Mira can run like a horse when she actually tries"

The boy looks even more afraid of her. Ridwan laughs again "let's get you cleaned up shall we" Ridwan gets up and holds his hand in a friendly manner towards the boy who grabs it, studying it before biting it.

Ridwan Laughs As tears drip down his eyes from the pain. "That, not a chew toy boy" the boy let go, eyes blurred with curiosity as Ridwan holds his hand "it's hilarious that your own kids did the same thing to you," Mira says laughing, Rodrick smiling.