Soul eaters
Daemons
Walking human flesh
Villagers all denying the burnings of such aromatics that gives the heavy hot smoke falling to the dirt melting icy prison.
For wispering amusements selling lives to slavery some did burn it. Trapped - harvested - deamons awaking to life.
Womanish - One man sacrified to save them all.
Short peace until the next hour and more death.
In fresh morning mist and sun two sacrifice each other fighting to win one hour.
And the Godness spoke to woman who made a humanoid play.thing of dirt and some old stick.
- Without a soul it is nothing. You move it it mvoes but it will never speak to you nor think. Just you moving it around.
- Non but me can make soul. For it to become alive you harvest soul for it. Go the caves by the river and you will find a man. Harvest his soul and he - to be it - is better play-thing for you while your doll will come alive with his soul. Though not man - nor freely alive - anymore he will do you favors, move around, chop wood, amuse you in the night and many other trivials of the non-spiritual - that just from the shadow of my hand from the soul you ate to make your doll come alive. It pleases me for you to feast on his nutritions and re-create for me.
