The first sacrifice

(Alexar)

The pulse of life in the village was intoxicating, a rhythmic beat that reverberated through the night, calling to the darkness within me. The power I now held, the shadows that coursed through my veins, thrummed in response, urging me to take what was mine.

I stood at the edge of the village, the wind whipping around me, carrying the scent of the living, the warmth of their blood. My army of the dead waited, motionless, their hollow eyes fixed on me, ready to carry out my will.

These humans, these insignificant beings, had no idea what was about to descend upon them. They slept peacefully, oblivious to the nightmare that was about to consume them. But I would make sure they understood. I would make sure they felt the terror of knowing that death had come for them, and there would be no escape.