It was in the middle of the darkest nights.
The times were turbulent. When the human world had not yet known the s*****y of light. There was darkness everywhere. People woke with the first rays of the sun and quickly ran back home when the sun was about to set. Only evil lurked in the silence. In the dead of those nights.
It was one such night.
A woman was in her labour. Fatigued and heavily dehydrated. But there was none whom she could ask for help. She was alone in her tiny cottage. Her husband had recently passed away.
They said, she had the mark of the demon on her belly.
Ever since the mid-wives spread that news, the villagers did not waste even a moment to drive the poor lady out. She had built herself a make shift thatched cottage. It shielded her well from the weather. But
