Maynard listened carefully. He understood was that the next things that the man was going to tell would be important, seeing how frightened he looked while trying to force himself to say those words.
“Demons.”
Everyone went silent when they heard Rory mention it. Even if they were werewolves, there has never really been a belief in such a superstition. Though they were quite aware of vampires and other beings themselves, they considered such creatures a myth.
“Evil, dark horned beast that would stop at nothing to take us. They would come out of these portals in droves. At first we could fend them off, but the attacks became more frequent, from once a month they increased, twice, thrice, until it started becoming a daily routine.”
Rory’s entire color turned pale white as he hugged himse
