Day 33


They were an abomination.

I came upon an abandoned village, one that reeked of death and desperation, madness and hatred.

It stank of the wyrm.

There weren’t more than a dozen houses and a single general store.

Only the store was occupied.

One-half of it had once been fully stocked with canned goods, clothes, and all the odds and ends one needs to survive as a farmer in Denmark. The other consisted of an eatery, in which I found four soldiers.

They sat at a table, the remnants of a great feast before them. Empty barrels of beer and bottles of schnapps littered the tables and floor around them, and they watched me with a bored curiosity.

Their swords leaned against the table, but the men seemed to pay little mind to the weapons.

I didn’t like the looks of the men, nor did I much care for the squalor around them.

Something was wrong.

“Where is he?” I asked.

Their answer was less than I’d hoped for and more than I wanted.

They stood up, pushing their chairs back, the swords tumbling and clattering to the floor.

And then the men joined.

They became an amalgamation of a man.

Too tall for the room, the four-headed beast leaned over, arms tearing at clothes and casting them away. Four mouths spoke at once, but I understood none of what they said, only the gleeful spite behind the words.

Hands joined and formed massive crooks, each tipped with bloody nails and broken bones.

I didn’t bother with the Colts.

I wasn’t in the mood.

I took the hammer from my belt and went in swinging.

Whatever the creature was, it had believed itself to be invincible. And perhaps against some other, it might be.

But I am not some other.

I am a Blood, and for those such as this abomination, I am death.

#Denmark #supernatural #monsters #paranormal

Once more, I would like to thank everyone for their kind words and messages. They have meant a great deal to me and will continue to as my family, and I move on from this tragedy.

I miss my son terribly, and I know I will do so every day. I am told the pain will lessen, and I believe this.

All I can do is move forward and keep him with me.

Thank you again.


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Nicholas Efstathiou

Husband, father, and writer.

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