Chapter 89: Chapter 87: Moonlight reveals the scampering of little mice

You think the undead are frightening? You think some slack-jawed, loose-skinned, glowing eyed creature is the true terror that haunts the nights? Well, yes, vampires, ghouls, and zombies are certainly frightening in their own way. But the classical monsters of the world, as we call them, are nothing in the face of true monsters.

They are toys, play-things, standing in the shadow of a thousand-toothed juggernaut.

There are horrific constructs that can steal the very stars from the night-sky.

There are demons with more, skittering, chittering legs that can fit onto any coherent body, so rather than losing any number of legs, they instead opt to lose the coherence of their bodies so as to accommodate them.

There are entities made up of the screaming yarn of a horrific soul, creatures that transcend the simple, childish title of ‘monsters’. That is what truly scours in the darkness, waiting, watching, and reaching.

We call such amalgamations of bones and screams ‘terrors’ and they are unique in that they are far and few between.

Outside of their natural birthing zones in the darkest nightmares of men, only the Demon-King has ever had the ability to manifest such things upon our world. Now, after his defeat, his creations remain, residing in dark, distant corners of the world where they continue to hiss and click in excited hunger, snatching children who wander too far from their beds at night and men, who wander too far from their walls.