THE CRYING DEVIL | Haeseni Folklore

[Werew0lf 12147]

 

THE CRYING DEVIL

Haeseni Folklore

 

This book is written for the purpose of parental guidance, discipline and general entertainment. However, it is written with accounts from living, breathing persons and should be respected. You should not go in search of any frost-scaled devils, and remember to respect your loved-ones.

BLURB: Neglecting the words of their parents, a group of child-adventurers make their way around the frosty mountains surrounding their proud kingdom. Upon arriving at the mountains, they feel as though something is coming to stalk them. As the story progresses, the male children begin to disappear one-by-one; they regret their choice of wandering into the mountains without their parents permission.   What happens. . . and who is watching?   A monster, a creature. . . - or a person!

 

 

 

THE BANSHEE HOWLED.

HER BAWL OF PAIN AND SUFFERING.

 

A group of children wandered the streets of Karosgrad; all had pilfered thick-fur coats, hooks of meat and restored their liquor-bottles with caps of water from the conduit cistern. 

 

They all denounced the words of their mothers and fathers, forbidden to lurk at night outside the kingdom bulwarks, and to especially stray away from the mountains due to unknown attacks on local miners; it was assumed to be from the native bears.

 

“Papej will not care!” One of the stout-boys jeered, clearly excited for their travels. Henceforth, their commitment was settled and their hearts were locked, and with steady momentum began to pace out of the kingdom gates under the noses of drunken guardsmen.

 

They merily skipped across snow stumps and woodside cabins that were abandoned. Of course, their parents were hastefully worried upon finding the bedside of their children being scattered, and their spawn no longer resting peacefully as they should.

 

Within hours of their venture, the children halted before a large patch of ice; a lake had been frozen under the fierce weather of the north, and it gnashed at their flesh and threatened to bruise their innocent skin. As they wished to set up camp before the sun had settled, the group of children slid across the ice-lake, and so followed large cracks that tethered their balance and sent them rolling on their hind feet.

 

“Mamej! Save me!” The blonde-haired girl cried, and in her tears, she felt the cold slob of dirt and snow; all the children had somewhat safely managed to arrive at the edge of the lake. 

 

THE RELENTLESS COLD washed over their fragile forms, and the children slowly noticed the significant change in hue from pale-white to crimson-red.    As the children shivered and cowered behind trees, one of the courageous girls stepped forward. “COME ON! DON’T BE WIMPS! PAPEJ SAID THAT RED-GOO IN THE WILDERNESS IS PROBABLY JUST A DEAD ANIMAL!” She jeered, lifting her flimsy hand into the air.

Slowly, the children matched and mirrored her courage, and began to step deeper into the woods. However, the further they went, the harsher the snow had proverbed. They were being watched by the cold; it was haunting them, and the young spawn of Man were inexperienced in navigation.    Eventually, the children were seen no-more, and the parents sent out boundless glades of search-parties to scavenge the land for their lost blood-and-flesh.    They were met with nothing but the torn corpses of their youth; their stomachs spilled from the outside, and their heart ripped fresh out of the bone. Arms and legs were torn in large chunks, as if being mauled, ravaged and bitten into by proverbial canines.    And on the nearest cave-wall, the symbol of a lidless eye was scattered; a circlet sat above, and the nordic-symbol of hatred appropriated its figure. In the distance, a woman in some ragged-shawl was seen, and her lion-esque claws were drawn, dribbling with ichor. It vanished as soon as it mocked, and was now but part of the teary, howling, gelid wind that festered and danced over their rotting corpses.    “THE CRYING DEVIL!”

 

 

AUTHORS NOTE   Please do not attempt to recreate any part of this story. We are unable to confirm nor deny whether the events that occurred are fictional or not. If you feel that this book is too graphic to be read by children, and I would hope parents are respectful of its content, that it is personally filtered and reiterated in a more tame-manner to condone acts of violence or otherwise serious offences. If you come across any of the events that are similar to this, please report to your local authority and/or military.

This book was written under the strenuous investigation of events following the disappearance of four children in the north of Almaris, reported missing after leaving their homes in Karosgrad. Though corpses were found, and all the following evidence is confidential, we have - as respective authors - been granted permission from the parents of the victim to share this, and hopefully to make aware of those children that do not listen to their parents. However, if this book seems to be inconclusive and does not work, the appropriate disciplinary actions should be taken in order to educate the youth.

We will not teach you how to educate your youth, and we will respectfully ask all those who purchase our book to ensure people or persons are away from the northern mountains, as it is ravaged by the cold and unnamed hostile entities. Even if you are strong and powerful, please be aware of your own personal health and safety, and with kind regards, educate those too arrogant to heed the words of wise-men. Hopefully, you have enjoyed reading this, and it gives you something to scare the kids.

 

[Werew0lf 12147]

20 minutes ago, Nathaniel Calding said:

Dante Lo reads the book, shivering slightly, remembering that pale girl deep in the woods. "So this girl was the supposed demon..." He stares at his blade, his weapon used to quite literally slice the things head off. "No threat now, I guess."

 

OOC: Werew0olf, you just described the PK of one of my personas, and the near death of another, in the exact same area - what are your powers of prophecy

 

Spoiler

I am the lidless eye. P.S I don't know who the above user killed, and it is unrelated to the post. 

 

[Songwitch 1442]

The freezing night remained quiet, evanescent, and faint despite those atrocious events narrated. Chilling winds carried a great many whispers alongside the tundra, such Northern wastes remitting back to an unceasing slumber amongst the wavering frost. All loomed still, the moonlit veil reflecting the stars above upon one certain witch below. 

 

She flipped one page after the other - amused.

[JoanOfArc 4586]

    Éowyn Nullivari shuddered at the thought of a child snatcher and killer roaming the northern tundra. For once, the Nullivari was thankful to be in the Principality than anywhere else!