Once there was a pale man. This man lived in an old house in the woods he served as protector of the fauna of flora.
This man was lonely depressed and sad, people shunned him for no reason at all.
So he took an axe and split himself in half, so he could always have a friend. When the villagers saw the body they were shocked and ran away but the man’s story does not end there, as the woods were enchanted. The man’s split body arose two new forms began to grow.
The first half of his human with irritated skin and an axe the other half was turned into a shadow with long claws and a fang his body grew two meters taller the man looked fierce, terrifying then he stood on his two feet and let out a shriek.
That was heard by all the villagers and in a screaming deep voice he swore revenge on the people who shunned him and ignored him the shadowy half of his body sealed and pressed his dark arm on the floor and called upon a wolf bigger than any other fiercer, stronger.
You could see his lust for blood from the intensity of his eyes “RED” just his howl would haunt your soul for eternity.
And in the twilight they marched to village were the people wandered outside their houses terrified of the sounds they heard.
The man awaited silently for them to rejoin their houses to strike. And so they did. The man ripped apart the shadowy half of his body it was now complete and the human one was given another shadow they dispersed in village, to take their revenge.
And house after house screams, cries, warnings came out as the shadow figure would claw every single part of their body. But he wouldn’t stop there we skinned every single victim leaving only children and babies alive as they were misguided by their parents.
The other body walked alongside the wolf sending him after anyone who would run away to shred them to piece after just a few minutes the whole city was in silence only the children remained laying petrified in the pools of blood their parents left.
The two figures walked alongside each other to the middle of the village and laughed. Their laughter echoed in your mind, the shadowy figure faced the other and slashed his neck the human part that rested of the man faded away giving only place for the other that said with a huge grin that seemed to rip his jaw open.
“There is only place for the strong and you are weak,” the man turned around marching to the forest but just before he entered he said in a deep voice,
“Let this be a lesson to all of you and if you follow the path of your elders I will come for you too.”
And disappeared in the dense flora. From that day they called him “Hellhound” (shadow of revenge).
