The demon wolf’s Affair
His body falls to the floor finally, and putting a foot down on his chest, the harpy twists his head violently off and holds it up.
That is all that is left of him. That head, muzzled till death. I feel that pity again, an emotion I have no business feeling and rather than look at what’s left of The Scythe, I look at the harpy instead. What demonic creatures, under the beck and call of the royals. No one knows how they were created, or how they are controlled. The only truth about them is that they are the wolf-predators we all never saw coming. They are superior to us, and I feel like it when I stare into the harpies’ gaze. The harpy looks exactly the same as the six others, it could be mal
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