The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

The Ravenous Crows

It was at dawn when the wraithlike ambiance came knocking on their doors. The uncanny series of thunder mixed with the storm and the spine-chilling howling of the hell-bound colossal skeletal creature. Standing 60 meters tall and covered by thousands of crows in flight, encompassing every bone as if to help him move.

The God of Madness. The Blind Rage. The Blind Rassa, with nothing else in mind but to take vengeance for the lives of his family that they effortlessly took from him.

Fahrer woke up from the loud blaring outside; as he walked towards the living room, he saw Bogen and Rosett both cowering in the corners, praying for their lives repeatedly.

“What in God’s world is happening?” Fahrer asked.

“It’s the end of the world!” Rosett said.

“It’s just a storm for God’s sake! And your son has been a disappointment,” Fahrer said.

He snatched a linen cloak on the apparel and equipped it before he stepped toward the door.

“Don’t go outside! Don’t even open the door!” Rosett pleaded.

“Please stay here!” Bogen said.

“Everyone is safe now. We have dealt with everything and where is Hoch?” Fahrer said.

“He didn’t return last night, please don’t go.” Rosett pleaded.

With a displeasing noise, Fahrer dismisses their plead as he moves outside to inspect.

A few of the crows spring up at him upon opening the door, assaulting him before they fled back towards the sky.

“What’s happening!” Fahrer uttered.

“Master Fahrer! Come have a look,” Bran said.

Fahrer steps toward Bran, who was standing in the middle of the road gazing up in the unpleasant sky. As soon as he gazed his eyes above, he saw the countless crows that were fluttering above with their eyes glowing red, but it was not even the terrifying part. But the Leviathan Skeletal that is standing high near their village.

“What in the God’s world is this!?” Fahrer uttered.

“It’s him,” Bran said.

“Who the hell is him?” Fahrer said.

“It’s Amadeus, he survived,” Bran said.

“God damn! Where is my brother Hoch!?” Fahrer asked.

The socket in Amadeus’s eyes is burning as well as the vermillion red that glows from the crow’s eyes, spying them above as they dominate their emotions and their sense of security.

“I presume he is dead,” Bran replied.

“We need to leave! We need to go now!” Fahrer said.

As Fahrer was about to move, the gigantic skeletal roared above the sky, plaguing them with terror.

Upon hearing the thunderous roar of the skeleton, the crows that were hovering inside his hollowed rib cage changed position as they soared the sky towards the people of Masse.

Thousands of crows were soaring the land attacking everyone in their sight. So, the people have turned their eyes towards their home and the nearby Bucklers and Swords Inn.

Fahrer hurried towards his home while Bran stayed to witness the magnificent power Amadeus possessed; although terrifying, it was out of this world.

“BRAN! Come, what are you waiting for?” Fahrer yelled.

“It’s too late, Master Fahrer,” Bran let out.

“It’s never too late Bran! We need to plan our way out for this!” Fahrer yelled.

“We are all going to die, Master Fahrer. The crazy old Tingsfia and Magnus knew all about it, that is why they fled last night,” Bran said.

“They couldn’t possibly know!” Fahrer said.

“Tingsfia tried to warn us before, but we are all too full of ourselves and now we can’t fight what’s coming, we should just enjoy the sight of our death,” Bran announced.

With Bran staying in the open, the crows caught him in their eyes as they all glided towards him.

Thousands of crows charge towards Bran, plunging him to the ground by the assault; with only a matter of a second, the crows have plucked both of his eyes. An exertion of inconceivable anguish emerged in his cry, wails full of regret as he faced his inescapable demise.

The crows have gruesomely peeled through his clothing and penetrated his skin, revealing his internal organs as they continue to extricate his heart, lungs, stomach, and intestines out in the open.

Finally ending Bran’s suffering while crows had begun to consume his body and the others rivaled for his flesh. Bran’s face was painted with horror by the devouring of the crows causing it to almost turn into a skull. Leaving Bran with a hollow in his rib cage and his limbs mutilated as his blood sprawling in the road.

From the window of the Inn, they have witnessed the horror Bran Stockholm has suffered

The patron sobered up upon seeing Bran getting mutilated by the crows. Their beers turned sour just like their appearance, deep and darkened. They gazed at each other, not knowing what to do; some instinctively hid under the table, some deserted in the Inn’s room and hid inside.

“What do we do?” a man asked.

“We should bar the windows!” Lady Munzen said.

“Come on then, everyone!”

They proceeded to break the tables for wood while the others acquired some tools. Afterward, they hurried to bar the windows; five of the crows managed to break the window and get in.

“f**k they are here!”

“Keep at it! Cover the windows, I’ll distract them,” Lady Munzen said.

The crows violently assault just about who is close. Lady Munzen seizes the hammer nearby to pounce the raving crows while the rest continue to bar the windows.

“Would this keep them away?” a man asked.

“I don’t know but better than nothing,” another man said.

The ferocious crows did not fall without a fight, with one moving past Lady Munzen’s block as it landed over her head and using its beaks just like knives. It lacerated her eyes. Shrieking from the pain as she falls over the floor, the relentless crows continue assaulting her. She raises her hands to cover her eyes, only for the crows to rave her skin, stabbing with their sharp beaks.

“Lady Munzen!”

One of the men walks with the table piece as he pounces the rest of the crows to the grounds. Furiously Lady Munzen hammered the incapacitated crows to the ground as the blood gushes on her face, shrieking with madness as she continues to mince their flesh.

Although covered from the outside, the cawing of crows along with the endless rumbling of the storm continued to send fears in their hearts. Trapped, terrified, weary, and overwrought to their core as they hide inside the Inn.

Lady Munzen cowers in fear, disturbed by the thought of Amadeus causing all this frightening occurrence. Afterward, she recollected herself, tearing a piece of cloth as she mends her own wounds to her eyes, arms, and hands.

“I’m going to survive this! God will never forsake the righteous,” Lady Munzen said.

As if controlled by Amadeus, the storm in the clouds moves above him, pacing his vast skeletal structure. A darkening cloud that growls as it readies to strike, with a matter of a second, it sparks its thunder at Amadeus’s skeletal hand. He seizes the thunderstrike by his hand, causing the crows nearby to be fried from the electricity circulating in his phalanx finger bones.

Just like the mythical God of Thunder, Amadeus while clasping the volatile lightning in his phalanx finger bones, heaving it above his skull targeting the Bucklers and Swords Inn of Masse. Then, striking his skeletal hand madly, hurling the thunder as it strikes the Inn, leaving a big enough hole for his voracious crows.

With deafening and endless caws, they break in through the large hollow of the roof caused by the thunderstrike. They will not be able to run from the guilt they gave to Amadeus. Everyone will get to savor how wrong they were.

The havoc the crows cause inside the Inn can be heard even above the sky. The clouds have once again growled, readying another strike. He seizes the lightning within his phalanx bone, clenching the volatile electricity while he waits for his minions of crows.

A resounding high-pitch cry is soon followed, seized by hundreds of crows was Lady Munzen. A hundred crows clasp Munzen’s clothing, hair, shoulders, elbows, arms as they lift her body above the ground and through the breached hole. Munzen consistently resisted the crows, although after her only eye saw the height, she was raised, doubting if she could survive the drop. Instead, Munzen fell into helplessness, her grave wounds that turned numbed as she realized the monstrous skeleton was gazing at her viciously.

“I heard your voice that night! You are right to be frightened of me,” The Skeletal Amadeus said in a blaring sound soared in the sky towards Munzen.

“It wasn’t me! The fire had already started, it was wrong for me to leave them! But I did not do anything wrong, please spare my life!” Lady Munzen pleaded

Her puny voice could not reach to touch Amadeus’s heart, even if it did. I doubted that he would care as Amadeus smites her with the lightning strike clasped in his hand. The blast has pierced her body, smoldering her body at high speed with the electricity running all over her body, causing the crows to let go.

Lady Munzen falls to her death in the middle of the road of Masse. Munzen suffered the same fate or worst as the sisters with her burnt body to the ground and the approaching ravenous crows eager to feast on her body.