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[David Lance POV]
After dealing with the injured man, ensuring his condition was stable enough for him to wait for an ambulance, I left the inn to investigate, quickly rushing to the forest, following an old road of packed dirt that conveniently led to my destination.
Sending a drone beforehand to scan the area to determine whether I would be allowed to use my powers or not. It all relied on how desolated the forest currently was.
Within a minute or two of following the road, I reached the edge of the forest, where I ca to a full stop, my muscles tensing for the run. Feeling my heart pound without clear reason.
Fear perhaps?
I sighed, shaking my head with a small frown on my head.
Sothing here was off.
I was afraid, even though I had no idea what awaited behind those trees, behind the ever-growing shadows that seed to expand in an unnatural way through the vegetation.
I had many problems, many things to work through, but crippling cowardice wasn't one of them.
aning whatever lurked in the forest was to bla for this.
I was more than intrigued now. A beast capable of inducing fear in others from afar. That sounded like sothing Scarecrow would keep in his apartnt as his pet.
Brushing off the fear trying to cripple my actions, I rushed inside the forest, running through the trail while taking a good look around, surveying every little detail that could lead to whatever or whoever had attacked the man back at the inn.
Coming to a full stop, as I ca face to face with a corpse resting against a tree. The foul, putrid sll of the sa being so thick it almost choked . The victim was a woman, around her twenties, covered in wounds with blood and pus, her white skin, now black in most places, glistening with corruption.
At this horrid sight. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine.
The wounds, the pattern of attacks, and more. It all matched the man I had treated.
Based on the blood around her corpse alone, she was attacked just around the sa ti the man had been. However, unlike the man, her wounds had reached necrosis at an alarming speed, based on how she looked.
A necrotizing infection causes patches of tissue to die. These infections are most commonly the result of harmful bacteria invading the skin or the tissues under it. If untreated, they can and, in most cases, will cause death in a matter of hours. Infections of this kind are fairly rare.
Pushing through the foul sll, I reached the corpse, kneeling to its side, pulling my thermoter and a glove to get the corpse's temperature in order to determine the ti of death.
94.5 Fahrenheit.
34.7 Celsius.
aning she died roughly two hours ago.
At least according to my knowledge of basic forensics. For a more accurate result, I would require a forensic doctor, or more equipnt.
Unfortunately, I didn't have none of those things on my belt. So, I was using the formula.
The formula stated that the body loses around 1.5 degrees Fahrenheit per hour, so the rectal temperature is subtracted from the normal body temperature of 98 degrees. Then, the difference between the two is divided by 1.5, and that final number is used to approximate the ti since death.
Hence, the two hours.
Based on that and what I could deduce from the man, I was almost certain the culprit was still sowhere around.
Inspecting the corpse a bit more before continuing with my journey, I found her ID on her pants, in the left pocket, alongside her wallet.
Na: Evelynn Grace.
Age: 23.
Organ Donor. (Not anymore considering her state.)
Law student.
Allergic to peanuts and butter.
For egercies call 987-XXX-XXXX.
I grabbed my phone, taking a few pictures of her information to ensure her family had so kind of closure.
"Tandem venisti," A throaty growl thundered behind ; the sound was deep and nacing, it spoke of demonic power and primal savagery, but worse than that, it spoke of insatiable hunger.
Instincts kicking in, I jumped to my feet, arming my portable staff with a single whip like swing as I took the staff out of my pocket.
Finding myself face to face with an unholy abomination of biblical proportions; a demonic beast that towered over the trees, each one of its arms so long it could effortlessly envelop a bus and more, his bony face wider than any animal, man, or beast I had ever seen, its mouth gaping, showing long deadly jagged teeth that oozed sothing that looked blood into the ground.
"Mors. Renaissance. Servitus." The demonic entity hissed, taking a long step forward, dragging its unnaturally long arms through the earth.
I frowned, taking a step back. Whatever this entity was, it was speaking in Latin, aning it's safe to assu it was a demon; beyond that disturbing fact, it seed the entity had been waiting for , as Tandem Venisti roughly translated to; finally, you have arrived.
The last few words this demonic abomination had whispered translated to, Death, Rebirth, and Slavery, so that, alongside side the fact it had been obviously waiting for , were clear indicators all of the events so far had been nothing but a trap to lure into the forest.
That was a lot of preparation for sothing random.
Taking step back, I watched as the creature neared, sending a signal to the drone I had sent to scan the forest, using my watch, in order to find out how much I could play this out. In terms of power.
[No humans in a 22-mile radius.] The drone reported.
I smiled under my mask. For that ssage ant, I could whisper.
Good to know.
"Mors. Renaissance. Servitus." The demonic entity repeated in a low hiss, with each step he took towards in a predatory manner , making the very earth beneath him tremble.
I sighed, taking my mask off, before taking a deep breath, as I looked deep into the sky, the sounds of the abomination approaching becoming more and more alarming.
I paid the beast no heed.
Today it would be the first ti I use that willingly. I have to admit, in a way, it felt liberating.
How curious.
"Mors. Renaissance. Servitus."
"Pedicabo ego vos." I muttered in clear Latin, aiming at the demon. Destroying several miles of forest, leaving nothing but a roughly leveled field of rocks and dust, all signs of green and life gone as far as the eye could see.
I never really imagined I would break my silence saying, fuck you, in Latin. But what can I say, it felt right.
It was, in a way, almost poetic.
"Mors. Renaissance. Servitus..."
That entity was still alive?
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