The Primal One
#1 of Stories
The first Werepyre returns to a warm welcome
He sat upon the blood soaked ground, bringing a glass up to his mouth and taking a sip of the crimson liquid. "Ah such a refreshing drink" the stranger exclaimed "What a shame though, I was having fun" He stood up and walked towards a priest, a catholic priest. His eyes glowing red, his heart dead and his hunger, yearning for more. His mind thought of one thing at this point, the need to feed. He picked the priest up by the throat, he could feel the weak human's pulse accelerate, he sunk his teeth into the holy man's neck, and a small drop of blood fell from his neck and landed on the stranger's shoe. The stranger looked up from the now drained priest to find several more, with swords and hatchets. One of the priests shouted at him "Demon, foul beast, your end has come. Under the laws of our most holy lord we sentence you to damnation in the deepest darkest pits of hell!" The stranger looked at them, puzzled. He drew a dagger from his coat and threw it up into the black sky whose only source of light was the red glare from the moon. The dagger split into hundreds of shards that fell upon all but one of the priests, the one that spoke for them. The priest cowered in fear as the Stanger approached him; "I believe the victims that I kill should always know the name of he who sent them to their graves, I am Shade Mao" The priest looked at him with a new face of horror "The Primal One!" He shouted as Shade, the Stranger tore his throat out.
The Stranger had vanished leaving in his wake a pond of blood and a pile of holy corpses.