"Do you hear their laughter?"

"I miss it so much"

- "The children?" she asked

    - "The Children..." replied the Fiend



Years ago, in ages long past... forgotten by all man and
child
Lived the Fiend who bared no name, feared by all man and
child
He stalked the weak, the old
The fit, the strong
Every mother and daughter
Every baby and elder

He was after all, named, after reckless disappearings of
many people
Triste Scriptor - the sorrowful writer
He attacked, raped, killed and murdered, leaving behind his
writings
His reasons, the reasons for which he'd killed
Oddly, it made sense, when people found the bodies of the
dead, it was written somewhere, sometimes on the floor, on
the ceiling, sometimes even on the victim's body, but the
reasons were well placed, very precise.
He always had a good enough reason to kill


"Angelique, are you coming?" asked her mom
she walked outside of the cabin in the falling afternoon,
she saw her child playing in the field, as always
"Angelique! Come on! Food's ready!" she shouted " come on,
its your favorite..."
Angelique got up from the ground, after long hours of
staring at flowers, earthworms, and other creatures, she
stood up and started walking towards her mother "hey you!"
and her mother hugged her, and carried her on her arms back
to the cabin.
Although she was already 8 years old, she just loved being
carried by her mom; she enjoyed every moment of it

"You like it?" asked her mother
There was a long pause, followed by cold silence
"But there isn't almost any ..."- "Just eat it!"


The door cracked open, and her mother came in to her dark
room
"Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier at
Dinner
I really am sorry..."
"Angelique? I said I'm sorry..."
"Angelique...?
She stepped closer to her daughter's bed, and saw that she
was absent

She ran outside in panic, and she couldn't find her precious
daughter, in the yard, in the field, down the dirt road...
in the woods
In the woods...
In the woods...

"Angelique! Where Art Thou!?"
But there was no sound except the howling of the winds and
the jingling of the leaves, she kept on screaming for her
daughter, longing for an answer that would not
come...until...
"Mommy?!"
- "Angelique!? You're alive!

They found each other later on the edge of a cliff that ran
right down to hell, and Angelique was hanging on the very
edge
"He put me here...mommy... He put me here..."  her mother
knew who she'd talked about...
He saw me there, after I ran from home, he beckoned at me,
smiling... he looked nice, like a good man, he had a Feather
pen in his hand, and a knife on the other..."
She talked and sobbed while her mother freed her from the
edge of the cliff
And her mother petting her and kissing her lovingly.
"he took me downstairs, he read me some lines, they were in
Latin and I couldn't understand a word... there were so many
bodies...
so many dead people... its horrible...
and he gave me a letter..."
her mother suddenly froze, she looked at her child, holding
his letter at her face... she took it from her daughter and
opened it...
"what does it say?" asked Angelique

- "Sins! Sins! Sins!
            Sins! Sins! Sins! Sins!
Do you know what your daughter feels?

"Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter! Slaughter!
I couldn't find any sins for the slaughter of your daughter
For its you... the mother - who is the greatest sinner".

"I don't understand..."
- "Mommy!!! Behind you!!"
She turned around and there was the fiend, he pushed her as
hard as his devilish arms could push, and she was thrown
down the cliff into hell...

Days later her body was found lying rigged and motionless in
the city square... with the word Sin on her forehead...