No one dared step closer. No one said his name. A few villagers and the head priest only stared at what was left of Yeos."
Muttering of the villagers;
"Is that the poor boy from the east field?" someone asked. Another scoffed. "That quiet one. Always muttering to himself. Said weird things. Laughed at the worst times." Someone else added, "His family didn't belong here. Trouble follows folk like them."
The air hung heavy. Not grief. Just unease.
Then, a voice, low and almost reluctant;
"You think it was… the black Shuck?"
A pause for the moment. The head priest, standing nearest the body, didn't answer at first. His eyes were fixed on the claw marks carved into the stone wall. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady.
-"They say the Black Shuck is an symbol of death. Whoever saw it , either disappeared or killed mercilessly like yeso."
No one dare to replied. But the way the fog still lingered, the way no one met each other's eyes, everyone was thinking the same thing. They were afraid because they knew whoever touch the dead body killed by the shug will be mercilessly killed by the last year. The head priest remained Silent, watching closely to dead body and thought about solving the solution, Suddenly,the air inside the church felt wrong. The candles flickered even though no windows were open. The flame danced like it was afraid to stay. People stayed close to the walls, barely whispering. No one wanted to be near the place where the boy had died. Eyes kept darting to the bloodstained floor.
Someone muttered, "It's cold in here."
But no one dare to reply.
The head priest stood near the altar, arms folded, saying nothing. Just watching.
Then… it came. A slow, creeping fog , thick, black, and low to the ground ,seeping in through the cracks of the old stone walls. Not the kind you could wave away. It crawled like it had a purpose. The lights dimmed again. One by one, the candles snuffed out, the room had become silent. When the fog finally began to pull back, someone screamed.
The body of the yeso was gone!, As if it had never been there at all. After the moment of silence, Someone finally said what the others were too afraid to;
"That boy wasn't just killed by the Shuck..."
"He was the Shuck himself."
The silence after those words was heavier than death. Another voice snapped back, nervous but sharp:
"He was cursed from the start. You saw him. Always laughing at nothing. Talking to shadows."
"You think the beast hunted him?"
"No. I think it found him. Took him in. Made him part of itself."
A few heads nodded.
"That's why his body vanished."
"He's not dead. Not fully."
"He's becoming it now."
The fear twisted into something worse ,it became anger.
"That boy brought it here. His family should've never come. This is their fault."
Many people spat on the stone floor.
The head priest stood nearby, silent again. Watching. Listening. Letting the words spread like rot. He didn't defend the dead boy. He didn't stop the fear. And when someone whispered, "We need to do something before he comes back,"
the priest's eyes flicked toward the bloodstain one last time.
Next morning,
The sun had barely risen when the villagers gathered outside Yeos's house. For the first time in years, someone knocked on the door.
His mother opened it, confused. She blinked at the crowd, then at the smiling faces. Smiling… too softly.
"We've come to help," one of them said.
"Yeos told us he'd be busy with some work. Said not to worry." Rhe father narrowed his eyes. "Work?"
Another villager nodded.
"He's safe. He just didn't want to worry you."
The mother nearly cried from relief. "Oh, thank God... We thought something had happened." They let the villagers inside and treat them as their guest although the house was small as well as broken cracks.
But That was their mistake.
The blow came fast, a heavy strike to the back of the father's neck. Another to the mother's head. Both dropped before they could scream.
When they awoke, it was too late. Their arms were tied. Their bodies nailed to wooden crosses outside the chapel. The crowd had already gathered. Children clung to their mothers. The firewood had been stacked.
Smoke curled into the air as flames began licking the base of the crosses.
Screaming followed !...
"Why?!" the mother cried.
"What did we do?! We've done nothing wrong!"
The father groaned, barely able to lift his head.
"Even if you blame us… please… Yeos had nothing to do with this... please…"
The parents knew even if they defend themselves their fate will be same. So they both try to argue that yeso wasn't involved in this.
But the crowd didn't flinch. They laughed even more,
"That's where you're wrong," one shouted.
"Your son brought the Shuck into our village."
"He opened the door and now we're sealing it shut."
"This is justice."
More laughter followed. Twisted. Joyful. As the flames rose higher, the mother screamed Yeos's name one last time, her voice lost in smoke and fire.
No one looked away.
Not a single villager turned.
After some time later;
The parents were nothing but dust that were swept away by the wind. The villagers stood satisfied, laughing, wiping soot from their hands. In the night time, everything seems normal and everybody were busy at their own work.
But that night… the moon slowly turned red.
The fog returned but with more blacker, thicker and alive.
And deep beneath the old church ruins, something moved. Yeos's body, once broken and still, twitched. Then twisted. Flesh peeled. Bones cracked. His eyes were opened ,one part remain human but other part became half beast .The curse hadn't taken him. He had become one. After knowing the people did to his parents, the boy's anger boiled over and lead to chaos.
"They lit the fire... now I will be their peace,
Peace through ashes!"
In the midnight, everything looks normal but one by one;
Screams echoed across the village before midnight. The ground shook. Doors burst open. The fog devoured homes, and from it walked a creature no one dared to name.
It didn't speak.
It didn't forgive.
It didn't stop.
One by one, the villagers fell ,many torn apart, consumed and erased.
Some tried to pray.
Some begged for mercy.
None escaped.
By sunrise, the village was gone. Nothing remained but blackened earth, collapsed homes, and silence.
That night, a new tale was born.
They say a devil rose from grief, with red eyes and broken skin, roaming the woods under blood moons.
Not as a man.
Not as a beast.
-As punishment made flesh.
That was the night Yeos became a myth itself. Then all of the other myths start to awaken by yeso rage.
Yeso
"The devil / The Myth "
THE END.
A soft laugh broke the silence. Because someone was reading the story whole time,
"Haha what a funny story ,Tch. Predictable."
The sound of a page tearing followed with clean and slow.
Rrrip. (The story of yeos book was torn apart by the Mysterious figure)
The voice spoke again, quiet but sharp.
"Is this tale was telling the truth or it was a lie made by someone?"
I am curious..! Has it been 3 years of that incident ,where the myth wiped out the entire village by himself in one night?
" I need to check it by myself "
Mysterious person / Story teller
Name:???