And thus, we revel in carnage

[Evil Watches, Evil Wakes]

The man watched. Listened. Waited.
The gathering was meager, proving that none too many were interested in those false words of hope. The lies. The blissful ignorance. People came, because they were hoping to see something. And see, they would. If their prey showed up, that is.
But it didn't. The predators lurked in the shadows, sharpening their claws, licking their lips, but their target never showed. They grew restless. Hungry. Patience ran thin, and the man saw one of his Brothers step out into the light, alerting the herd with malicious intent. It drew a smile to his own lips, though he remained focused.
Do not give in. Stay. There is still time. It could just be late.
The herd split. He saw how his Brother drew some of them away, and remained on his post, watching the ceremony further. Still. It became apparent they would not find what they wanted today. Something else needed to suffice.
His eyes fell onto the small idols on the ground. Not worth much, but that was not important. They could be used. Shaped. Utilized into something for a later purpose. He slowly drew closer, an unseen shadow using the commotion to his advantage.
One. Two. He snatched them both. And left. Much, much later in the night he would return to find a third one, placed out of spite. A welcome gift. They had three preys to slaughter. Three idols for this very cause. The may not have gained what they wanted today, but the others would still like these.

[Evil Watches, Evil Wakes]

Somewhere deep in the woods, the ground tasted blood. By no means was that an unusual thing, but this time, something was different. Something was darker than the usual back and forth between predator and prey, immortiji and mortal, neuri and human. There was a bigger purpose than just feeding off of somebodies flesh, blood or life essence.

A woman, almost a girl still, screamed in pain. The first injury was a broken jaw, when she refused to open her mouth. The second the loss of her lying tongue, cut out by a searing hot knife. That tongue found its way into the jaws of a predator, a monster, never to be seen again.
Someone found her eyes unappealing, and thus she lost one next. It would serve a horrific purpose later on, being offered to a dark god, an enemy of the sun itself.
The monster still hungered, and ripped off a leg. It wanted meat, and meat was on the table. Chewing down to the bone, it feasted while the rest of them continued to cut, maim, mangle.
During all of this, her spirit barely faltered. She remained feisty, fought back, tried to laugh in their faces, to spit at them. When her hand was cut off at the wrist, she even used the stump of her arm to swing at them. Not that it helped - but someone finally had enough.

Cut out her heart. It must still beat when it leaves her body.

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