The Bedeviled

There is an old English tale of a small town, whose people were selfish and destructive.

A small witch, who despised its people became angry and damned the town under the full moon

She cursed them and their descendants that they'd forever be marked as the beasts they were, unless her blood uttered there names.

That every night upon the moon light there bones would deform,

There fangs would grow longer,

There claws would tear at the skin on their backs,

There misery would be so horrendous, it would remind them of all the hurt they've done to her people.

She wiped their memories so that they could never know what title they held before, but would live with the torment and dreams of there eradications.

Until an angel delivered herself upon him.

And when she was about to set him free,

She only revealed she was the evil that left him chained and scared.