Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140806184127/@comment-5583506-20140807125649

(@Seryio Scanning... Italics acknowledged, bzzzt!)

(Get ready for my favorite genre of fiction: horror!)

Meanwhile at a little homestead a couple of miles outside of Cheydinhal a farmer ran in terror, breathing heavily and stumbling over the torn apart remains of his farmhands. The sudden flash of lighting in the night made it difficult for him to see where he was going. He was close to tears. He wanted to live, yet the evil being which had caused this massacre wanted him dead. In his heart he knew there was no point in running. Even though he could have gotten away from the farm alive, that creature, would find him eventually.

It was out there somewhere in the darkness. It had extorted him and his family for weeks now, taking on the appearance of a strapping young man. ''Dark brown hair and grey eyes... He looked so innocent. None of us could have known... A monster in human disguise...''

As he reached his front door and slammed it behind him he became aware that all the lights in the hut had turned dark for some reason. Gods no, let them be safe...

"Meganil?!" he called out for his Dunmer wife in the darkness. "Aryana?!" he cried out for his daughter.

A flash of lightning cast dreadful shadows in the hut, causing it to look all but familiar to him. Somewhere in the darkness he could hear a horrifying gurgling followed by slurping and swallowing that almost sounded like someone choking. As his eyes adjusted to the shadows he soon became aware of the horrid creature sitting on the dinner table with Meganil in its arms, feasting on his beloved wife. The Dunmer woman's lifeless eye stared in horror at her husband. ''Why didn't you save me? ''they seemed to say...

The Farmer sank to his knees with tears streaming from his eyes. "Meganil... no..."

The creature became aware of him and slowly turned its crooked head towards him. "Don't weep for her, I gave her a quick death. But she grows cold all too quickly."

"Why?!" sobbed the Farmer. "We had given you all we had."

"Aye, that you had", replied the monster. "But it wasn't enough."

The Farmer could feel his pulse almost bursting out of sorrow and anger. "What have you done to my daughter?! If you haven't killed her already, monster, where is my daughter?!"

The creature gave off a fearsome chuckle. "She ran! It doesn't matter though, I will find her."

The Farmer flickered with his gaze, blinded by rage. He looked at the hearth, at the poker. ''I will finish you off, Sidion! ''he cursed from within. ''By all the gods I hold dear, I will kill you. ''As the creature took another bite from his wife's abdomen, ripping out her intestines he made a run for it. He grabbed the poker and turned to deliver a killing blow only to be interrupted halfway as Sidion stood in front of him returned to his human form.

The young man's cold eyes seemed bereaved of everything called compassion and sympathy. Fresh blood dripped from the corners of his smiling lips. "You know you can't kill me", he chuckled. "Would the lamb kill the lion? Would the fly trap the spider? Would the little peasant armed with nothing but a poker expect to kill a child of Sithis?"

The Farmer's grip around the poker hardened. "I don't expect anything, monster, but I will certainly try! And if I won't succeed, someone out there surely will! Every monster dies at the end the fairy-tale!"

Sidion's smile faded. "You are right, that someone out there surely will, but he is locked away in the Anvil dungeons for all I know, waiting for an execution." ''The bastard gave me the hardest fight I had ever been in, I barely got away alive. ''"But speaking of fairy-tales", he said giving his prey a sadistic smile as his eyes were filled with hunger once again. "Are you sure you have read them all?"

The Farmer didn't feel the first blow to his chest as the monster's claws ripped through his chest, but he did feel the last as its bony fingers clench around his heart. Then his life floated away and out on the dirty wooden floor. I should have cleaned while I had the chance, were his last thoughts.