There was no denying that the area had turned into slums,
abandoned buildings no one dared venture towards. Whispers of what resided within the walls of the old Meat packing plant chilled the townspeople to the bone. None of them wanted to do anything about it, they wished to simply forget the tragedy that had befallen the Fortuna Church some ten years ago. But what could they do? They had no skills in the art of battle…none of them knew how to banish something so…malevolent.
He had slumbered for ten long years in his darkness,
his shadows swallowing anything that dared to venture into his dwelling. He had no wish to be bothered, no wish to venture from his den. He no longer was the "man" his companions knew him to be. He was something…else…
Remnants of times long since have passed sweeping to his mind, dark shadows whispered to him, speaking of the days of bliss, the long loved times he spent rending flesh from those that sinned. A low growl rumbled up from the shadows, shaking the hooks hanging overhead.
A chill ghosted through the meat locker, old motors whirring to life as the shadows trembled. A hand shot out of the darkness, grasping one of the bloody, rusted hooks. Slowly he pulled himself out of the shadows, once tan skin now blackened by the sins of those he swallowed whole.
No rain would wash away what he had done,
he had accepted all that he was a long time ago. Emerging from the shadows, long dark hair fell loosely around his shoulders. A chilling growl shook the ground underfoot. Slowly his eyes opened, revealing inky black depths. He wasn't anything…but a shadow. He was sin incarnate.
It had been too long since he had truly fed, hunted the way he had so longed to do so. A sinister grin spread along his lips, parting to reveal a row of elongated fangs. It didn't matter what anyone did, or who they called to aid them….
They would suffer…the sinners would become his meal…
"You can break me….death can never take me…it will never be over…" He chanted, over and over as he stumbled a few steps, before ripping a hook from the ceiling. The chains clanged, metal scraping together as he strode over to a clouded window. Gazing out into the world, he saw emptiness, a vast darkness that would soon be drenched in the blood of those who would dare to stop him.