Fetus In Fetu

Infection of Devil's Due

As the leaves fell to earth, the brimming belly if Illviania peaked out from it's normal conforts to invade the noses of all the town's people.  Most of the masses found blessings by the news yet others bielived it to be the second coming of darkness that follows the nationlist of the outlands. 

"He'll bare a Deamon," said a hag as she washed the town's filth in the river across the way.

"He'll bare a corpse" assumed another as they rinsed the rags that coved them from the elements and hid the passage of time as it treaded it's cogs against the skin if the unfortunate.

As the new mother walks away from the old women who have only words for each other, she placed her hand on her belly with a image of a family well on a path true completion. In her daydream, watching as her small family was  content with each other, she felt a shadow cast over her fantasy as a gust of frozen air accompanied the wave of darkness.  As she looked up to the path she saw crowd of farmers outside her families gate.  As her path grew shorter she noticed a pair of feet, outstreached from the cloud of people circling a unknown figure in the dirt.  When they saw the preccense of the mother grow closer, they paused with uncertainty of the events which would soon unfold.  Her father parted from the ground, and his face has the frailty of thin glass. 

"Illviania," he spoke slowly as to not startled his own daughter,"I have trerible news"

She couldn't help but to brake the curtain of people as they sheilded her from mystery, as her eyes laid upon the center of the crowd her heart broke at the sight of blood and cargage.

Her husband has been mutilated by creatures of the unknown, and his torso held holes to big to be of anything from the valley.  The more she scanned his body, the more she saw the unatrual marks made by a attacker and how ever part of him was jagged and mangled.  As her greif over took her, the talk of his birth land spread more superstition of evil as it was believed to await the Plesser's at end of the path they now walk. As the town's people fill the ears of the widow, she couldn't help but to think the visions she's been seenimg as a warning to her and her happiness.  As the winter came, the now lonely mother became a hermit to all who knew her, isolating her self so she couldn't hear what is being said on her behalf.   Feeling the message of the people her parents couldn't have there gtandchild to be born into a cespool of idiots as they made the life of Illviania more unbareable as the months dwindle.