There are seven candles, each point towards different directions, disability, insanity, blind, deaf, death, eternal, and the last one baits the preys smudges their soul and leads them to become the next guide. Until then, it shall not regain its freedom or be at peace.

— The folklore of the CinsaiCinsai

 

Dark clouds press the ground. Dead silence in the night. The hunter has been tracking this damn monster for months. There are only scattered corpses left every time when he felt they are very close. It is very strange. He shot the creature in the eye, and it has a broken back, looks like crippled for years, but it runs very fast and quietly. Besides, judging by the traces along the way, it is obviously a bloody lunatic. It keeps spinning around random trees, digging pits in the middle of streams, and only taking away the victim’s head spreading blood everywhere. It is not hunting nor revenging. It is killing indiscriminately with enjoy.

 

Continue on the road. The forest gradually regained its colors. Everything was clear under the lights of dawn, but the brief peace was disturbed by loud footsteps. He lows down. Dews are still condensing on the tip of the leaf, and the soil is wet. It is around. He could smell the filth. This restless chasing has gradually from anger turned into disgust. He wants to end it. The hunter slowly nocked an arrow, quietly walking among the bush.

 

It is there. He slowly draws the string and holding his breath aims at this villainous creature. The farce must end now. The arrow slit through the serenity of the forest. Birds tremblingly fly away. Wild deers hastily flee in panic. The arrow spiked through the monster’s shoulder, but it did not stop it from running. It disappeared.

 

He walked out the woods at night, the open filed becomes even quieter. The blood trace has become harder to see. However, the clear sky with low clouds granted better sight. For a moment, the serene night like a beautiful oil painting, the blood track leads to a small cabin not far away, like light maroon paint strokes, well-contrasted with the dark blue yet obscure and charming. All sudden, a nameless killing and screaming break this gorgeous scene. The deceased’s expression froze between fear and opposition, and there is a bright red hue settled in between the black and white. It went away but did not take her head.

 

This is an ordinary cabin, he does not know this woman. She is such a beauty, the pale face has not disfigured after being frightened. She is still heartbreakingly gorgeous. He regretted and blamed himself, he should have got here one step in advance, he should have hit his heart with that second arrow. Such a beautiful life was strangled to death by a pair of disgusting hands. Such a vibrant youth ended in awful memories. He clenched his fists, praying for the forces of Ȧuzlsk.Ȧuzlsk. The strength he had been feared his entire life became his desire the first time. He has to end this. He has to stop those tragedies now.

 

There is no longer a mournful story. Fog disperse enchantingly surrounding ruins of an abandoned castle. He walked into the fog fearlessly. The whole site has the same iron black color in and out. He stopped in front of the door of the inner hall, he knew it is inside. His shape began to twist and shift. He grows fangs, claws, and dark skin with thick hair. The transformation was finished at a furious roar. Withing the next split seconds, he crushed through the ruin doors and ambush the target rapidly. There was no resistance, the claws tear through the monster ’s chest. Sharp fangs bite into Its neck bones deeply. The dark blood was disgustingly scattered all over the place. The body twitches powerlessly. He bites off the monster’s head and holds it towards the sky. The pain is finally over. The slaughter was brutal. However, the monster’s last expression was not fear nor suffering. It was a snigger after all.