Rebirth

[Nether]

Every day was the same. The same meaningless tasks, the same meaningless people, the same meaningless amount of breaths. Nothing changed, unless it was made to. The grass swayed gently in the night breeze like a sea of silk under the light of the watchfull, spitefull moon. A flash of metal here, the snapping of twig there, were the only signs of somthing that was not supposed to be there. Like a shadow it moved, effortlessly among the darkness, its form concealed by the ocean of grass surrounding the village.

The first to fall was a drunkard who strayed to far from the light of the tavern. His last breath escaped his lips before he hit the ground, where his fluids were drained, mostly consumed some was bottled for later, a strip of flesh rolled from his back like a piece of parchment.

The second to fall was a bar maid fetching another barrel of ale from the storage shed behind the Tavern. Time was taken with this one, the softness of flesh enjoyed almost as much as the look of terror in the glassy orbs that peered up at him. Her lips were closely examined, her face touched softly before being ravagly ripped from the muscle beneath. Her skinned body was left in the alley, the blood left behind shining dully in the moon light.

Third to fall to life's hunger was a child, hardly 6. His form was not merely devoured, it was absorbed. His very youth transformed flesh, smoothing away wrinkles and darkening gray hair.

In all 5 beings were consumed in the span of an hour, the full face of the moon staring lovingly down on the atrocities