One hand holding a cold, ridged shoulder to the ground. The other clasped around the worn leather grip of his hunting blade. Bowhan knew he could never hurt his own human child, but this was no child! It was an abomination! An evil that he himself had unleashed upon these lands he was sworn to protect. An evil that he himself must remove!
Bowhan forced his eyes shut, spilling yet more tears down his cheeks, as he drew the knife and thrust it into the small creature's black heart in a single, fluent movement. Or he tried two. A resounding CRACK struck out into the dark night, followed by a soft, pained gasp by Bowhan. He stared down as his crippled hand in awe and terror, wondering how his own shattered knife had turned against him. Blood was now running freely from the multiple puncture wounds in his hand and dripping onto the creature. Not a mark was left upon it, except for a single slit in the blanket covering its heart.
Bowhan staggered to his feet, cradling his injury to his chest. The knife had clearly shattered and torn his preferred hand to shreds. But no demon Bowhan had ever fought had had such strength! What had he created?
A faint whisper of a thought drifted into his confused consciousness, "your own nightmare" it said to him, over and over again. Bowhan thought to remember what had caused the ghastly transformation from child to demon, and then it hit him! Only when he had already decided it was a demon did its humanity start to leak away. Bowhan peered back over at the creature...no...at his child. And decided that the only way for the world to be safe from the evil locked up inside the child would be for it to...
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