Scandalous Secret Affairs

CHAPTER 1

The horns of three elongated horns of the infected wolves, sharp with poisonos blades kicked and lashed all the flesh writhing in fear.

Out of the blades of the fortune of God Sayren, The wolves howled its favorite tune at night when it visit its food source. Many people in this little town, run while praying for God Sayren Fortune. God Sayren is the Goddess Of Security, and also rumored as the one who managed to give assistance to the warriors who fight against sentinels.

Mainly, townspeople never leave— they can't bequeath to the other nearest town because of threat of more and much more powerful monster than the monster living  around in their town. And if they will, either they can reach the boundary of the other neighborhood town, surely, they will died in just second, or before their arrival, they will be out of basic needs due to many stops that they need to do. Each route to the other town, had monster squatter the area or in possession of barracks or deathly crow. They don't have any other choice. Their life is at risk.

" We already took the amount of this basement. We can't keep loads of them. Hope the mercy of God Sayren bless on us."  The priest said, a located priest in this town. Only the wanted amount of the chamber can prolong life against the beast aboveground. This room only made for larger pennies.

Same as how the Priest clasped his hands together, everyone inside the basement also do what he did, and prayed individually for their safety. Cries. Groan of sorrow. Invaded the whole corner of the room.

"Helpppppppp!!!!"

"Ackkkkkk!!!!"

Yet, as their prays messaging the Gods to awake their blessings upon them, giving their safety as a gift of security, they can still hear the sorrow, the hopelessness of the helpless citizens.

"Ughhhh!!!!"

"P-please h-ave mercy on me! God Sayren! Protect me!"

The wolves showed its many sharpy teeth as its chase the thug-looking man, before piercing it into its horns. The blood flew everywhere, as his scream low along the blow of rotten air.

"1," the dull-gray lashes masked man flicked the sword pointing at the man who has been busied by wolf by eating its dumb belly.

"2," then point down her gaze at the wolf front at the manmade cave. Surely, a bunch of people hide in there.

"3," wolves in this place is not a simple wolf that people usually know nor cute. It is rather called the standing huge wolves with three elongated horns. A wolf, nearly as peak of the hell of the Satan's horn and eternity of fire of pain.

"4," eyes in anger but deeply bored at what sees in scene. Infected wolves mostly not attacking so fiercely nor actively. They simply wandering and know how to hunt if they eye their prey. They don't seem dangerous, though, at most sight, they move along their usage of brains. Even they are monstrous product of sudden eruption of unknown  solipsism.

"5," and this place is rod. Furthermore, it is not new that wolves mostly eaten flesh nor other creatures devouring human. But, how they seem eaten by hunger is abysmal. As like, they hadn't feed weeks or months ago.

"6," decades past, people aware of their existence but unaware of their sudden hang of savor. The townspeople surely affected by something unusual in this place that lure out these wolves in their place.

"7," what would that be? Is it a thing? An item that stronger their desire to flesh out meat.

" Our Dawlli is on agony. Aging the death merciful torture. Our praised is not enough! Not all of us trust the God!," The priest exclaimed in furious. Raging in worried and restless in anxious. The outside noise is clear in their behalf. It is more clearer. Their basement is automatically covered by the destroyed hall of the town to protect from balling in to meals.

People got fear and cried in knees. Desperation in their clasp and shout of praised swarm all over the place. The spasming of tears reach on the ground, as the terror raise in more clouded of blood.

The masked man's lip twitched. How pathetic, digging their own graves, they are now in their graves, yet insufficient if they still breathing- said the masked man's mind. She expected this to happen. The details of their plan of making a safety hall like this is not stable. She can see how they plan to die. Their sound is only dragging them the wolves in their direction. "Rueful."

"Do the Gods always fond on this? How demented," sighed. People always rely on gods-of-what-they-believed, they always ask for their help, seek for their hands. And always the one who love and pity to response is the false gods, or what they buried along with the truth, Dawlop.

The masked man jumped and swing her sword while in the air, before stroking it to thrust for not keen one wolf. Peirce deep on its head while its rampaging in its throe.

The near wolf noticed her appearance, run in her direction in hunger mixed with rage. Noticeable the wolf on the ground, siblings. This is one of the list of what she always wrote. Monstrous have heart on their same kinds. " Romantic!"

Smirking and slashed out her sword and happily meeting its run. She grasped and hold enough her sword enough to peirced through on other skull. This is the killer past time round.

Slash

Kick

Drove on the ground.