A procession by a priest and fifty-five devotees was held as all sang a sacred song, with each carrying a white candle and some carried a statue of a saint. All marched to the church as the bells slowly continued to ring. A clock showed exactly four in the morning, drizzled it with few lightning flashes.
A fifty-sixth devotee, carrying a flaming torch, sought the procession and crept to a chaparral dotting with trees, far from the church to see what's going on. But instead of the sacred song, he heard a whispering wind. Still holding the torch, he shivered himself. Looking around, he could see only trees. He only sighed, creeping slowly to a town where the procession was held. Looking left, looking right, saw he a shadow; not of himself but of another one. On his legs and knees he froze, seeing only trees and tall grasses, and walking slowly. Until erupted a scream to the town, as three knights on horseback galloped to the church. One knight looked down, seeing the flowing blood.
"Stop!" screamed the witnessing knight on horseback.
"Why?" asked another knight.
"Blood flowed and crossed this town. Someone hath died during the procession!"
"Well, we will follow the blood to find that victim! All ye shalt follow me!"
Three knights went to the chaparral, but cannot they find a corpse, not even a torch. A whispering wind was felt and heard.
"Whoever is the killer, thou shalt show to us now!" shouted a knight.
But nothing happened, still the area is silent, 'til neighed their horses and collapsed with the knights; all due to a sudden slash. Blood splashed over the knights' armor. This made the knights dismount and escape the chaparral, leaving their horses wounded and stained with blood.
Seeing a black silhouette, these knights rushed to the town.
"Could that be... a demon?" asked the knights, without the silhouette turning towards them.