It has been some time since I have posted a chapter, or at least done anything with my original works. I am sure many are wondering why I am making another story, truth be told I made this simply out of a desire to continue writing. I have been struggling as of late to really get anything done, the last six months of my life have been trying to get back into my other stories and continue them.

But I have had no such luck, so instead I have been doing mock chapters of other stories I have dreamed up. This one is actually one I was inspired to make after reading 'The Night Unfurls' by StaffSergeant. He is a brilliant storyteller and a damn good bloke. Now I know what many of you are thinking, and yes this is based off a pornographic game, and in truth, I did not watch it. Because lets face it, it is a game about rape.

All that I know of the story is me making it up, along with actually finding a TVTROPEs page about the game. But still, let us see where this goes. I hope you enjoy this.

The Hand of Suffering

Chapter 00: Into this New World

Ulfarden Village, Autumn – 534 Years After the Founding

Her lungs were burning, desperate for air. The smoke and ash choked her with what few breaths she could take in, but greedily she took in the black smog along with what air she could. Her heart was thumping within her breast, she would not let herself be taken by those monsters. If she was to die with smoke in her lungs then so be it, but she would not die yet, not when she had someone she still had to protect.

Erica looked behind her, daring to glance back down the street that was consumed by fire and drenched in blood. Dozens of bodies litter the ground, all of them were people she knew, she had grown up with in this village, lived here all their lives. Raised families here. Now most of those families were gone, along with hers. How could this have happened? How did these monsters get into the Valley? Past the Black Dogs?

People had come just a few hours ago, shouting of orc attacks, why had she not listened along with everyone else and simply run for it? Her husband and sons would be still alive, they would be safe and possibly in Sturmholz by now.

Looking down she could see one part of her family, the only part that remained, clutching at her hand and desperate to hang on. Never would she let her daughter's hand slip from her own, she had lost her two sons and husband to these monstrosities, she would be damned if she lost her last child to them.

A shout from ahead forced her to look forward, the crowd was running for their lives. Orcs and other foul things had descended onto her village, pillaging, raping and killing everything in their path. What few that had survived the initial attack were now running towards the estate, hoping that the Lord's residence could offer some shelter.

Their Lord, Triter Rosenholde, had a massive estate and a sizeable host of guards. Why they had not been deployed to help defend the village he ruled over she had no idea, but she did not question it now, his abode was the safest place to be now.

"Orcs!"

Their cries of surprise soon turned to shouts of agony and death, she could hear the rending of flesh and the howls of inhuman creatures. Their group had been beset by the creatures, that did not bode well for them, she could hear the creatures chasing them gaining ground.

Trapped between the monsters, this would end only one way. Already she feared the fate going to befall her, she knew of the cruelty that often befell those who were captured by demons. Death for the men, enslavement for the woman. A latter fate she and her daughter would share very soon, and one she openly wept for being cast upon them.

Kneeling down she embraced her daughter, giving her what comfort she could before the horrors that would take them. She hoped that they would die, that their suffering was short. She prayed to the Goddess for that mercy at least.

"Mama, I'm scared, what is happening?" Little Annabelle cried, tears mixing with the perspiration as she looked up to her mother with hope that everything would be alright.

"It's alright, everything will be fine, just stay strong, just stay strong." Erica said, ashamed that her last moments with her daughter would be marked with falsehood.

This was undeserving, they were good people, why had the goddess forsaken them? What had they done to deserve such a heinous punishment?

She felt something seize her arm, pulling her away from her daughter. Annabelle screamed, something had also taken her, pulled her up and dangled her by her leg. It was a hideous beast, eight feet in height and grey in colour, a large belly and sharp jagged teeth in its maw. An orc, ugly and vulgar creatures, just as the stories she remembered of them had described.

Only more horrifying seeing her own daughter in the grasp of one such beast, she screamed and tried to escape the thing that had a hold of her. But Erica was pushed down, her face buried into the mud as something ripped and tore at her dress. She knew what was about to come, yet she could do nothing but watch her daughter bawl and try to escape as the orc that held her fiddled with its trousers.

"No! Not her! Leave her be!" Erica cried out, desperate to the point of madness that something would deliver them from this hell.

She glanced upwards, seeing the monster that had pinned her with a baleful smile of sharp teeth. It was excited, and to her dread it was in more ways than one, it wouldn't be long before she felt it touch her somewhere she didn't want it to. At least that was the horror she thought she would endure, until she saw the demon gasp and jerk forward.

It looked down towards it chest, and she herself saw a glowing jagged metal fragment sticking from its chest. Then with a jerk the demon was ripped from on top her, dragged to the side and pinned to the ground. Rolling onto her side she watched, looking at the monster that was ready to defile her, and the thing that had saved her from that grizzly experience.

It was more terrifying than the demon, so much more. Covered in armour, head to food, bulky and dark in hue, but it gave an aura that almost sapped the light and warmth around it. Markings adorned the armour, images of skulls and demonic faces appeared across its body, but it was the lycanthropic appearance with the glowing blue eyes that gave her a chill.

Stepping upon the orc, the unarmored paw pressed down onto the demon, and with a heave it ripped the weapon free. A large scythe, jagged in shape and pulsing a deep blue, mixed with the red of its recent kill, that had nearly been bisected in two.

"Who you? Why you kill my boys doggie!" The orc that held her daughter shouted.

The thing looked towards the lumbering beast, raising a hand that was bathed in dark energies. This monster could use magic, dark shadowy magic from the look of it, and it was aimed toward her daughter. A dark claw shot from the taloned gauntlet, lashing out and grasping her daughter and tearing her from the orc's grasp.

It let out a snarl of surprise, while her daughter screamed as she was pulled from one monster to another. Then something odd happened, as soon as it had a hold of her, it lowered her to the ground and freed her.

She could do nothing but watch, as her daughter stood there unable to think of what to do. She only looked up fearfully at the creature that had saved her, or so it seemed, and wonder what was next. It seemed to give a jerk of the head, signalling her to depart. Blessed is the Goddess, her daughter took the hint and ran for her.

Erica stumbled back to her feet, embracing her daughter and crying in joy that she was safe.

"Why you steal my toy?!" The orc roared, raising its free hand to swat away the lycanthrope.

But as the massive limb swung towards their unlikely saviour it had been severed from the orc's body. It fell with a heavy thump to the ground, leaving a shocked orc who tumbled forward as its leg had also somehow been severed in a second unseen strike. As it fell to its knees the lycanthrope stalked forward, looking as if to walk by the bowed orcs as if he was finished dismembering the beast. Instead it swung its scythe once more, a casual swing, one that lopped off the head of the creature.

It continued to walk forward, weapon at its side and little care or attention given to them. Erica turned, looking the way they had tried to flee and found it had been deserted. Ahead she could see the bodies of many orcs, a few other villagers, but it had been cleared. Had that creature done this? Whatever the cause or the reason she did not care, scooping up her daughter she rushed down the street and towards the estate.

They was alone for a short time, the shouting in the distance gave her some comfort knowing that there were others ahead. But as she came before the gates of the Lord's estate she found them closed and guarded by his personnel guards.

"Open the gates!"

"Orcs are attacking!"

"Help us damn you!"

Many more shouts came, but they did nothing to move those that barred them entry. Soon it erupted into chaos, seeing that their only safe haven was being blocked they looked for any way to get inside. Scaling the walls, children being thrown over to try and save them, other tried to bring down the gates. Spears from the guards jabbed forward, forcing some back and killing more than a few.

"By order of Lord Rosenholde, none are permitted to enter these grounds! Disperse!" One of the armoured men yelled, trying to shout over the crowd.

It didn't matter in the long run, the gates were already being pulled from their hinges, they tumbled down onto the guards. Two were crushed underneath the iron, and then trampled to death by the people rushing inside to reach safety on the opposite side of the walls. The guards were forced back, pushed down by the crowd.

Erica simply ran, pushing her way through the crowd and towards the estate, if they could get inside maybe they could barricade the doors. But as she cleared the courtyard she saw another contingent of guards, twenty or so, lined up and barring anyone from reaching the estate. At their head was Lord Rosenholde, standing there like a proper noble and glaring balefully at the people before him.

"How dare you invade my home! This action will see you all executed! Treason this is!"

"Orcs are attacking! We have nowhere else to go!" Someone shouted, pointing back to their burning village.

"That is not my concern, return there and protect your homes!"

He was always a selfish bastard, taxing them was a nightmare, and regularly their harvests would be pillaged and sold off to leave them with barely anything to survive off. Worst of all were his visits to the village, often he would come to the village to lay with the woman. He was scum and unworthy of the title of noble.

But he had the soldiers, and they had nothing but the cloths on their backs with nothing to protect themselves with. Numbers meant nothing to those with sharp steel, and she feared that if they did nothing they would be dead.

Either by the hands of this cruel Lord or by the Orcs still ravaging their home.

"Depart, or be executed!" Rosenholde barked, drawing a gilded sword and waving it forward in an unsophisticated flourish.

Erica watched the standoff, soldiers of the Count before the people of her village, it would end with bloodshed. They had escaped one pack of monsters and now were at the mercy of another. A scream tore her eyes from the sight of the armed guards, she looked to the gate and saw they had been followed. A large orc stood there, looming at the entrance and ready to attack.

"Guards! Get these people out of my estate! And seal that gateway!" Rosenholde yelled, that smugness had evaporated quickly as the fear started to set in.

Guards moved to do as commanded, forcing people away that had not already fled from the creature. As they stood ready to fight the beast lumbered forward… no. It lurched forward and fell to the ground, a deep gash in its back, and standing there was the lycanthrope.

It looked on, glowing blue eyes roaming from one person to the next. Stepping over the orc's body he moved for the Count. It steps were slow and with purpose, none dared impede its path, the air was touched with the chill of death as if this was the Reaper come to take them. Along with its scythe, complimenting the image of impending demise, none wished to be on the receiving end of the weapon.

"G-guard! To me!" Rosenholde barked, fear finally creeping into his voice and expression, rooted in place and to terrified to run. "Too me damn you!"

None moved, none dared to, only watch what happens next and pray that they would live to not have it happen to them.

Soon the creature stood over the Count, a good head or two taller than the portly man, who did nothing but stare up at the monster with wide eyes and a trembling body.

"Do you know who I am!? I am protected! You cannot harm me!" The Count shouted in defiance. "Back you beast, I order you back!"

Then he swung out, his blade arcing towards the lycanthrope's head, the weapon was caught in the metallic grip of its claw.

A low growl reverberated through its throat, deep and chilling to hear. A metallic shriek followed with it, as if every utterance carried with it the ringing of metal upon metal. It's glowing blue eyes glared down at the Count, who could do nothing but shake as his weapon was held in the palm of the monster.

The blade that it held in its grasp began to crack, the once gilded weapon had turned grey and pale, and was slowly eroding under the touch of the beast. A moment later, it shattered, leaving the Count to step back and tremble all the more noticeably.

"Please… I'll give you anything! Take what money I have, take the villagers! All the woman you can have! Just don't kill me!" He tried to bargain his way out of death, selling them down the river to this monster, he deserved what was coming to him.

An armoured claw wrapped around his throat, pulling the Count closer. Its eyes looked deeply into that of the disgraceful noble, there was no mercy there, only certainty of death.

A single claw rose, resting the tip against the Count's chest and with a single thrust he sunk it in. Dark seeping energy moved from the lycanthrope arm, seeping into the man's chest. A few seconds passed before the Count was dropped to the ground, grasping at his chest in pain, and then started tearing at his cloths.

"It burns! It burns!" He kept shouting, louder with every utterance.

Then he exploded, a shower of gore littered the ground, creating a puddle of dark blood and leaving behind minced organs and intestines. A skeleton remained, on its knees and appearing as the last moments before the Count had died. A horrifying sight, one that many had lost their stomachs too and the waking world as well.

"S-Stop there monster!" A guard said.

Not a sound left the creatures mouth, could it speak? Could it understand any of them at all? Was it just some mindless creature hellbent on seeing them all dead, taking its time to savour the thrill of the kill? Erica did not know, but as she watched on she dreaded the fate of what remained of her family if this creature was not stopped.

"Surround it! Attack it all at once!" Someone yelled.

Erica watched as they surrounded the lycanthrope, but it did nothing but observe for a moment. It looked to actually scoff at their attempt to surround him, for even Erica knew that they did not have the nerve to move any close to it, not even to barely touch it with the tips of their spears. So obvious was their fear, and so easily understood.

Then it raise its clawed hand, a simple gesture and one that caused many to step back in fear.

The effect was not seen immediately, but if you paid enough attention, you would see the blood that had covered the ground was now pooling itself closer to the lycanthrope. Then it began to float upwards, like little raindrops that rose instead of fell.

It flicked its claw, the blood shot outwards, all peppering the guards around itself. They were surprised, some crying out and even dropping their weapons in terror, yet nothing else happened. Their armour was stained with the blood of the lord they failed to protect, but nothing else had happened. A moment passed and the guards seemed confused, then emboldened – as much as a terrified man could be -, and they tried to attack.

It's claw turned into a fist.

…And the guards came to a halt. The result was the same, but it varied in what some did compared to others. Some collapsed to their knees, others dropped their weapons, but all of them looked ill. With another wave of his hand, the guards collapsed entirely, some writhing on the ground. Some vomited, bile and blood from their mouths, while others screamed in agony.

Erica watched in fright, whatever this creature was doing it was killing all the guards. She feared who would protect them from the orcs, from this very monster, if they all perished. Not that it mattered, if but a wave of the hand could fell so many than what chance did they have in the beginning. Soon there was silence, the guard going limp on the ground, dead in their own blood and bile.

"Goddess protect us, we are done for." Someone released a frightened murmur.

Some had done more, falling to their knees, praying and begging for salvation and mercy. It was madness, everyone was terrified, of what was to happen to them. Would they die like those guards? Would they be taken captive and suffer a similar, or more grizzly, fate at the hands of this creature.

"Orcs! Orcs are coming!"

The shout did nothing but shift the fear, and in some cases a more preferable fate, towards their oncoming doom. Erica looked to the gate, seeing a group of short mongrel looking imps step forward, short swords and daggers in hand. They cackled and laughed, looking around for something to kill.

"Run! To the house!"

The cry was the wake up call they needed, and without much hesitation the people all ran for the estate. No guards barred their way, and the Count would certainly not complain anymore, it was their only chance of a safe haven. So long as the creature did not seek to impede their escape, as she looked towards the monster that had slaughtered the guards she saw it only looking towards the gate.

It's attention was elsewhere, unconcerned with the many that ran from and past it, she thanked the Goddess that its eyes did not follow them. As many pushed through the doors, scrambling to get inside and away from the danger she looked back.

Dark evil energies pulse across the creature, its clawed hand raised as tendrils of sickly green light moved and tethered itself to the corpses of those it had slain. It was with morbid fascination that she watched, waiting desperately until an open presented itself for her to flee inside.

Then she saw them move, the lifeless bodies of the guards rising up ever so slowly. Grasping their weapons, and standing back on their feet, facing towards the demons that began to pour into the grounds. Erica heard shouting, and looked to see that many had already entered, the doors would close if she did not rush in with the flock.

She turned and ran, moving up the stairs and pushing with the crowd to get inside, all the while ignoring the cries behind her. Deep guttural shouts, of orcs and other things reached her ears, she did not wish to look back and see the carnage, enough death had graced her sight already.

As she finally entered the estate she felt the people around her disperse. For the entrance was an extravagant one, large and homely and easily dwarfing her own home twice over in size. The Nobility liked to live big, with so much open space filled with many ornamentations. Tables lined with glass and silver, designed in unique shapes and others were simple ingots of vary sizes. Candles lined the walls and illuminated the red and gold painted walls, giving it a feeling of extravagance.

Truly this man spend more on his home than he had on anything else, even the people meant to protect this palace of indulgence.

Erica did not do anything but run forward, looking for a place hide while they waited for this to end. The ringing of steel could still be heard, along with the guttural cries of demons outside, it went on for so long and she did not wish to keep track. She ran, moving from room to room, past one person or several, searching for anywhere that she could hide with her daughter.

It was found, a large chamber with an open floor and a single seat at the far end. A massive bay window took up the entire back wall, giving a clear view of the mountains and the forests between it and the house. Overly extravagant, if not a little arrogant to have a throne in such an empty chamber, perhaps he fancied himself as some sort of King.

He would not be mourned as such, none would likely care for the Count's passing aside from himself.

But it was a good as place as any, for many had already taken shelter here. Some running around looking for anything to bar the large double doors that led to this 'throne' room. Soon enough that door was sealed, a large beam having been torn from the very wall to keep it locked. Now they had to wait, listening to the sounds of battle that faded with distance and time.

It became all the more horrible when the sounds of screaming resonated through the halls of this house. Something could possibly be within, the frantic banging on the doorway somehow confirmed that fear. She held her daughter close, covering her ears so she could not hear it anymore.

"We beseech thee, Goddess Reborn into this world, to be our shield and protector. Save the afflicted among us, mercy on those who suffer and are in pain, protect the souls of those that are gone. Help those in need, give them your blessing and grace, for our love and admiration will not falter. We will never abandon you, for we are all your children and will never be left behind." Her prayers came quickly, she recited it several times over, and many others.

All begging for mercy, something to save them, to come and rescue them from this evil. She hoped someone would come, the fabled Dawn Templar, their sisters to the west the Knights of Iris, or even the Mercenaries of Ansur under the leadership of this new Mercenary Queen. She wanted anyone to come, anyone to protect them from this.

Night was falling, what little light penetrated through the window soon turned to nothing. The chamber was cast in a dim light, the candles flickering as they slowly faded out, it would be soon that they would all be lost to the darkness. Alone and huddled in a dark room, not knowing if the monsters outside would reach them.

It was quiet for a time, in the dark, no sound was heard. If one discounted the whimpering and heavy breathing of those around, it was silent. No sounds of battle, all conflict outside this house had ceased, and all frantic movements within had come to a halt. All had gone silent, gone still, and waited for something to happen.

The dawn came, and those horrifying hours trapped in this room had been both short and long. But the night had broken and light seeped over the mountains to the east. Still some wondered if they should stay, remain inside until rescue came. But that could be days or weeks of waiting, at least the rational part of her mind realised, while the fear kept her from acknowledging that morbid truth.

"We have to go and see!" Someone whispered.

"And risk being killed by the orcs? What if they are still out there?" Another hissed, terrified, just as the first man.

"We can run, go into the woods, go over the mountains, aren't there paths through it?" The first replied.

"As if anyone here knows where those are and where they go!" A woman said, a hoarse whisper as she made the statement. "We got nowhere to go! We go there and we are good as dead!"

The argument went on for some time, before the choice was made for them. A banging was heard from the opposite side of the door, along with muffled voices of someone. With some trepidation they opened the way, and allowed whoever was there inside. Erica knew him, he was among the families that had come from up north, Derrick, she recalled.

He was tired, the bags under his eyes and the fear in those orbs all but told her he had been just as restless and frightened as the rest of them. But he had been left with his family, up on the second floor of this estate watching the events play outside. He watched the fighting, the chaos, as the village burned. But he saw something that gave them hope.

"The orcs, they're all gone."

That statement had freed them of their fears, mostly, and with that shred of light in the darkness they fled the estate. Intent of taking stock of what they had left, to find out what remained of their homes and worldly possessions. Looking from the entryway Erica could see that not a single building remained standing, only the skeletons of their homes peaked out over the walls of the estate grounds.

Walking down the streets and past the homes they had once taken refuge in they could only despair that everything they had was now gone. Nothing remained, all had been burned to ash and what happened to the other villagers was not known. For all the bodies and remains of the people that had not escaped the orc raid had disappeared.

But something stood out, only noticed when thought passed towards where the bodies of their fellow villagers and loves ones might be.

"Where are all the orcs? There aren't any dead one." Someone muttered.

"Maybe they took them. I heard that orcs eat their dead." Was the reply.

"That's spiders you twit!" Another villager hissed.

The search continued, endlessly searching for anyone that could have survived. None were found, at least not at first. They came to the edge of the village, and standing there were dozens, some she recalled had been in the estate and others had not. Her daughter tugged on her arm, looking worryingly towards the crowd.

All of them looked to something, something she could not see. Pushing through the crowd she forced her way to the front, unwilling to not know what had taken their interest. She cursed herself for her curiosity, for not staying back and watching the crowd.

Corpses, hundreds of them, all of them stacked on top of one another and creating a grotesque wall of dead. It was long and high, and no doubt had a steep incline, composed entirely of orcs and other foul demons. This was the entire horde that had attacked, the entire warband that had laid waste to their village. It was truly a horrific sight, even to see the ones who had caused you harm dead, it made the stomach turn.

But what froze her heart, along with the very blood in their veins was what had put them there. It stood at the edge of this wall of dead orcs, looking at them passively, its glowing eyes pulsing beneath its hood. Resting on its shoulder was the same scythe it had used to cut down those two orcs that had assailed her daughter and herself.

"Is it, trapping us?" One man whispered.

"What do we do?"

"It's not coming any closer, maybe it is afraid."

"Just stay together, don't show weakness, it could attack."

It stood there for a few minutes, its eyes focusing on each of them, she could tell its eyes were moving. For she felt a coldness take her when she believed it had glanced towards her, she was not certain how, but she knew it was watching her.

It turned, the action causing everyone to jump in fright, and reached towards the wall of corpses. He grasped a corpse, seizing it by the leg, and dragging it out of the pile of bodies. But to her surprise the orc he had dragged out was not a corpse, it appeared to be alive. Growling and attempting to escape from the grasp of the lycanthrope dragging it.

Dropping the leg the lycanthrope stopped and turned on the pale grey orc, grabbing it by the throat and pulling it up. In a feat of surprising strength it lifted the hulking demon up and threw it onto its stomach. As it tried to stand it was restrained, ice spikes shot from the ground along with frozen chains that ensnared the demons.

It struggled, fought to break free from its bindings but was trapped.

Erica watched the spectacle, unable to understand what this creature was doing, it had dragged a living orc from the pile of corpses. Prostrated it before them in chains, what was it trying to do?

What happened next made its intent clear. It claw lifted, dark energies coalesced across its fingers, and then the weapons that littered the ground began to rise. Dozens of them, floating up with dark energies, and closed in around the lycanthrope. With a downward swipe the weapons embedded themselves into the ground, right before the villagers.

They watched, looking at the weapons that had been presented to them.

It raised a claw and made a single gesture, presenting the bound orc before them. The intent was clear, but the reason for it was not. Several minutes passed, everyone watched as the lycanthrope stood there, waiting for them to make the first move. Soon enough someone did.

Derrick stepped forward, his hand reaching for a flail. He picked it up and examined the crude weapon, it was rusted and in terrible shape, it had to have come from an orc. Derrick looked to the lycanthrope, unsure what to do, but it gave him a single gesture, towards the bound orc.

"Let me go! Let me go! I kill you human! You too dog!" The orc barked.

Derrick stepped forward, in front of the snarling orc. It howled and yelled out obscene things, things Erica did not wish to hear. Derrick stood there with the mace in his hand, then he struck out, swinging it forward and bashing the orc up side the head. The blow silenced the orc for a moment, it let out a snarl and continued to bark out, before another blow landed on its head.

Derrick would continue to smash the weapon across the orcs face, over and over again. It did not seem to do much at first, but the blood and gashes the formed were noted. Derrick would stagger back, out of breath, but no less wanting to raise his taken weapon up to deliver another deserving blow.

Erica watched in fascination, what had overcome the man.

Two more stepped forward, each taking a weapon, hastily moving up beside Harris and taking their own swings. They screamed and howled as they hacked into the orcs body, carving into the thick skin of the large beast. Other soon followed, taking weapons and exacting a similar punishment onto the monster.

Erica watched on, as they all descended into a bloody rage and continued to brutalise the demon. It terrified her how violent they had turned, but then she felt something fall into her hand. She looked to find a dagger, given to her by the lycanthrope. The creature place a hand on her back and guided her forward, through the crowd and before the orc.

It was on the verge of death, bleeding heavily and seconds away from expiring. She looked at the creature, the thing that had been part of all the suffering that had befallen her village and her family. She looked at it, the sorry state it was in, it would make her ill to see something so mangled and broken, even a demon.

But she couldn't feel anything, her fist tightened around the dagger. She raised it up and stabbed it down, sinking into the orcs shoulder, it let out a weak whimper. She pulled it free, and struck again.

This demon had ravaged her home, murdered so many people, and it did it without an ounce of regret. Her husband was gone, her sons as well, taken from her by these beasts, who laughed and cheered as they killed and raped their way through her home. They didn't care what happened to them, what suffering they caused, why should she be so merciful.

Over and over again she swung, carving through the demons head, shoulders and neck. It was dead after her second strike, she was certain of that, but she kept going. Venting all her pain and anger, dealing it upon the cause of all of it. She didn't stop until her arm struggled to lift that light-weight knife, her lungs burned.

She stood there, with all the villagers, surrounding the corpse of the demon they had hacked apart.

"Vengeance, is a hungry beast…"

The words were a growl, that resonating with the grinding of steel that chilled the blood. All turned, looking to the Lycanthrope, it had been the one to speak. Cold were its words, but still they listened, transfixed in fear as it uttered the dark words.

"It can never be satiated. But that is alright… hunger such as this has its uses."

There you have it, it is done. At least the first chapter anyway, I have several stored up so that is not an issue. Enjoy and I will post again real soon.