As the wind blew from the north to the south, with the full blood moon beaming bright red light to the town of "Barkfeld". As the skies parted, the moon dimmed and The earth's core started to rumble.
Suddenly the ground splits apart so deep it leads right to the center of hell, the screams of the underworld Rawr Across The town as The screams Travel with the wind to the point of Barkfeld.
The townspeople had never heard such pain and agony. The town guards had gotten orders from the king to go and inspect the woods, where this demonic call had come from.
King Blair had gotten 5 of his strongest warriors, these 5 had taken on beasts of all shapes and sizes with their bare hands, blood-spewing in every direction, covered in guts, smothered in thy enemies blood.
Packed and Prepared for their trip the warriors had started their journey heading north, the same direction as the call of death. As the men arrived at the entrance of the woods a soft, pleasant, seductive voice had called unto them, drawing them closer with temptation and lustful thought.
Their eyes had begun to burn brighter than the moon, brighter than any light man had ever seen, the men not controlling their own body but by the Dark Lord, The King Of Death Him Self, The collector of souls, The One, The Only,... Lucifer...
The men, now drawn to the core of the woods like metal to a magnet, where the sound had come from. Every step they took turned their brain to mush, their eyes pouring blood like the town's river, dripping like rain from the heavens.
Let's not forget their cries for help, screaming as if nails and shards of glass had been forced down their vocal cords, Blood gushing, pouring, dripping, The only thing in their mouth is a metallic taste.
A voice whispering over and over... "COME CLOSER, FEEL MY PAIN, MY LUST, FEEL THE TOUCH OF DEATH UPON YOUR LIPS, THE CALL OF SUFFERING IN YOUR EARS, COME CLOSER".
As the men approached the center of the woods there eyesight had come back, the blood had stopped, so did their cries...
