The Old Ways

Long, long ago, before the siring of village of Hallstatt; there were three. Unchanging, unrelenting, unforgivable, three. Tales of whom never seemed to age, nor hunger, thirst, tire, nor slumber ; at least none have seen. There were tales, the most defiling, ghoulish tales that one simply could not digest, of the horrors these "three" were accused of. Every eighty years or so, reports from village to village of the three whose skin likened to alabaster, blackened eyes, cuspids which some would say fangs of a beast.. they moved like the wind.. and... death seemed to emanate around them... most unwelcoming aura yet their gaze consumes, losing sense of awareness, falling deep....deeper in the the abyss of their grasp...... torn passages from a memoir revealed:

 

"i saw it with mine own eyes, demons!..they tore her to shreds, ...she had no will .. it was as if she had no control of her will, mind nor emotions, all was given over to them...hellish eyes locked with hers, fangs sunk deep whilst tearing into flesh, as her final gasp for breath escaped... it was as if her heart took the last beat or the last drop left her body.. a thud.. body, lifeless, slumped to the ground.. ghostly and pale like theirs.... i saw from a distance under the moon light in the forest..just beyond our village...i ran, ran until i felt my heart was going to give, tears flooding mine eyes as i reported to my family.....and now ..there are wails in the village...wails in the village of fear in the village...now rage... rage cries from the village... villager rising up to rid themselves ..... of the unholy three...

 

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