Survivors of Terrotrophe

Intrusion

Dark elves raided the tribe that night, they killed every life form in their way and proceeded to eat them. Once calm and wise race had now turned into blind, blood thirsty monsters. They had the same silhouette as regular elves but they were abnormally big and had  purplish hues throughout their body, like patches of  blood clots, their mouths always salivated, to taste flesh. They had fangs for teeths and  incredibly sharp nails. Dier was an understatement for this situation, It was a cursed force of nature mutated to raise hell in the land of the lithores.

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The palace under belly was unusually lit.  Cries of a woman echoed within the tunnels of dirt and fodder. The chief along with his guards and Simha's mother were watching as Simha was chained to the wall, head down.

He was about to be beheaded in front of his mother who screamed for mercy at the chief's foot.

Uncertainty was written all over the chief's face as he held her by her shoulders. He tried to find a reason to calm her and talk her out of it, shamelessly.

"You  knew this was coming. At this rate the Elmarians will invade our lands, he must fullfill his purpose. His death will bring me victory and prosperity...US!, bring us prosperity, that is what the demon said" he justified for the brutality he's about to commit. He moved her aside and gestured to the executioner.

"This is going to work" the chief calmed himself as well.

His mother's scream amplified when  they drew their steel.

Simha on the other hand was emotionless. He didn't even bother to flinch at anything happening around him. All he thought of was  the death of his friends who were trying to transport him out of Ethenio. He was forced to watch as they bled to death in front of him.

The bell began to  ring in successions of three seconds, which is usually a matter of utmost importance. The alarming chimes of the bell reached the sewers and towns afar. Carnage and chaos all around, the painful howls of dying lithores came to an end when almost all the tribe folks of the outskirts were killed mercilessly.

The palace bell rung one last time in the distance, Ominously as the dark elves munched on the corpses. The chief ignored the emergency alarm and wanted to see the sacrifice through. His motivation and morality was defeating him as he stormed out of the tunnels leaving the Gaurds in charge.

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An old cottage home with two openings filled with giant rolls of dry grass straws arranged vertically along the walls had people hiding in it. An old man emerged out of the front entrance with teary eyes. He gestured to the children to get out of there as he become the beit.   An elf noticed the man and growled at him. The children escaped through the oposite end.

"The bastard boy will be submitted to the demon now. All our sufferings will end" the old man shouted. He slowly began to laugh and cry at the same time as he saw his death piercing towards him.

The elf jumped on the old man and bit his head, his scull was uncomfortable to latch on to, the elf switched its biting position several time as it scratched all over his face with its fangs.  All the while the old man screamed in agony. The elf was irritated. It held the old man by his leg and whipped him and banged him on the ground until he stopped making noises. Another elf joined and began to fight for the body, they tugged the corpse and  ripped it improperly while  bloody organs rained all over in chunks.

People in hiding were discovered one by one. A woman with a babe was driven out of a flaming house, she instantly gave up and knelt down at the sight of a hungry and mad elf. A man jumped in front of her, who was eaten alive by them before he could react. The shocking sight of fatality messed with her brain. She became motion less. Tears ran down her blank face as she freed her hands. The babe fell off of her and began to cry.
A couple more elves gathered in curiousity, the one in the front picked up the babe and squeezed it within its hand while blood oozed through the finger gaps. The infant's scream instantly turned into a  high pitched squeak followed by soft snapping of bones. The creature  then opening it's fingers wide as blood settled within the palm was driven down its wrist, all the gathered elves started licking it's hand  frantically. The mother let out her finally scream while being dragged  aside and decapitated.