I started hacking my knife at the arm of the boy we had just killed, blood started spewing out of his now armless body. I carefully collected some blood and started drawing our pentagram, we clasped our hands together and started chanting our incantation in Latin, a black dripping monster rose from the ground “nekane hunt down 1 soul for every person who never listened, who ignored you, and brought you this fate” the monster jetted off into the forest out of the red light of the blood moon.
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