In the desolate outskirts of a forgotten town, where the howling wind carried the whispers of the dead, there lived a man named Ethan. His existence was a twisted tapestry of pain and despair, woven together by the blood of his victims.
Ethan was no ordinary murderer; he was a fiend driven by a dark hunger that consumed his very soul. His eyes, empty voids devoid of empathy, glinted with a perverse pleasure as he prowled the streets under the cloak of night.
His victims were chosen with meticulous care, their lives snuffed out in a frenzy of violence that left a trail of carnage in its wake. No one was safe from Ethan's insatiable lust for blood, not even the innocent children who dared to cross his path.
One moonless night, Ethan set his sights on a family camping in the woods on the outskirts of town. Their laughter echoed through the trees, a cruel mockery of the horrors that awaited them. With silent footsteps, Ethan crept closer, his heart pounding with anticipation.
As the family slept soundly in their tent, Ethan descended upon them like a demon unleashed from the depths of hell. With a bloodcurdling scream, he tore through the fabric, his knife gleaming in the darkness as it plunged into flesh.
The night air was filled with the symphony of agony as Ethan's blade danced with unholy fervor, each strike painting the earth crimson with the blood of the innocent. The family's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as their lives were extinguished one by one, their screams swallowed by the abyss.
But as the first light of dawn broke through the trees, Ethan's euphoria gave way to a creeping sense of dread. For in the eyes of his final victim, a young girl no older than ten, he saw something he had never encountered before – defiance.
With a trembling hand, the girl reached out and grasped Ethan's wrist, her eyes burning with a fire that threatened to consume him whole. In that moment, he realized that he had underestimated the strength of the human spirit, a realization that filled him with a terror more profound than any he had ever known.
For Ethan knew that no matter how many lives he took, no matter how deep he delved into the darkness, he could never extinguish the light that shone within the hearts of those he sought to destroy. And as the girl's gaze bore into his soul, he knew that his reign of terror had come to an end, his fate sealed by the very thing he had sought to extinguish – hope.
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Un libro al azar/A random book
FantasyA book with random short stories and some longer stories about a lot of things. You might find some random poetry in there too so don't mind that.
