A boy was tied to a pole, eyes wide with terror. The villagers gathered around, beating drums and chanting to the skies.
They danced wildly, praying for rain, praying for mercy — as if their screams could bring the clouds.
On the raised platform lay two headless corpses.
A man.
A woman.
Their heads placed neatly on their backs — faces frozen in horror.
Even in death, their eyes looked afraid.
The shaman spun and jerked with mad rhythm, bones clacking on his necklace.
The boy cried out — crying blO0ood, calling the deads parents.
It was time.
The final sacrifice.
But then—
A MAN.
A MONSTER.
IN GREEN ERRAH SPARKS.
He appeared — killing every thing in his sight even AnimaLssss.
His long crescent blades shimmered, hair flowing in the wind beneath the full moon.
Tuub.
He landed on the platform, crouched like a beast.
Blood dripped from his blade.
He licked it.
"It's disgusting, as it should be," he said, locking eyes with the shaman.
Then he attacked.
The shaman blocked a strike — maybe two — before stumbling to the floor.
"Don't mess with me. I'm the heir of rain go0," the shaman shouted —
his that word was in his mouth as he stabed his his chest and cuted it open.
"Ur heart is dark, and I'm your new hell." The man said.
Some villagers ran.
Some attacked.
But he killed everyone, even those who weren't fighting.
A woman hiding behind a horse cart —
he sliced the horse.
The fear in the woman's eyes made him pause — just for a moment.
But his blade showed no mercy.
When the night ended, the only soul left breathing
was that boi tied to the pole for sacrifice.