Like the darkening clouds that plunder the face of the sky, a devil has set his murderous reign of savagery over a lonely village. He has robbed the quietude, the stillness this village was once renowned for. Season after season he demands a new maiden. Hapless villagers must give away one of their darlings reluctantly in order to keep the corruption off their lawn. He must take the soft hands of his daughter with his convulsing hands and deliver her to the hands of the devil. A father's worst nightmare. The way into the forest burns in the freezing cold. He cannot feel his feet. They are moving on their own. Ahead is a dark path filled with terror. Shadows merge from the darkness with stretching hands. They are the illusions of his fear. His hand is all loose, his lips quiver, and with each step he takes a part of him tumbles on the way. The moment of parting arrives. The father stops. His whole stature is dead. The girl tries to make him feel something by squeezing his hand. They both know what awaits on the rest of the way. Yet she tries to revive his senses, so maybe he claims some mercy in the last moments. A delusive wish that only happens in dreams. The howling begins. His hand slips off from her hand when he faces the way back. Her cries pierce his back. No pain. Only cold. She watches her father as he disappears from her sights. No courage to move. The darkness fills the surrounding. No use to cry. The torn pieces of the last sacrifice are left over the ground. A crimson dress that used to be white. She finds herself in the field of death. Her breath is stuck inside her lungs, her feet on the ground. A cold breeze begins to feel on her back. A nasty odor that comes with a creepy voice, demanding pleasure. A shock vibrates from the top of her toes to her head. A painful death attached with deafening screams is about to come. In a sudden scary moment she dares to make a move. Running is her only choice. She gathers all the fear and trembling and cold to fuel her legs and bolt down the way, but her sights open up to a shocking thing. Another woman is standing in front of her, with a dark garment, a robe extended to the ground, a self-possessed look and a silvering bright knife in her hand, against her own startled look. "Do not run, you’ll die a fatigued." Says the woman in red and passes the girl. Before her frightened sights realize the moment, the woman drives her knife into the stature of the devil, forcing screams out of him. The devil howls like a wolf. His victim becomes his killer. He lashes his cutting nails at the woman, viciously tying to trap her in his deadly claws. Too agile the woman she is that cannot be trapped. His fatal strikes can cut her in half. She avoids them and maintains her aims to strike in the right moment. No hesitation, her eyes wide open, her blade ready to pierce. The devil makes a turn to land a powerful hit. She rolls past it and delivers a painful attack to the wailing wolf. Her blade pierces his chest and meets the black heart that exists inside it. A sudden silence takes over the form of the devil. His staring eyes, his scary claws, his unholy existence that once scared the soul out of man now falter like a poor sign of light from a lantern. She pushes her blade more inside. The girl watches the devastation of the devil as his form begins to drift away, bit by bit shattering into nothing. What leaves after it is but a stink. The woman rises to her feet. Her crimson robe is left unharmed but there’s a small groove on the left side of her cheek. Her skin surprisingly vies with the moon. Young and pretty. She picks up her blade from the ground and beats the dirt off of it, like a paladin who claims his sword after a battle with evil. But she is no paladin. She wears no armor at all. "You killed the devil!!" The maiden says quiet and well mannered, with a stutter in her voice. "It was not devil. An evil spirit skinned of a wolf." Replied the woman. "You are a brave woman. You saved me. You have my deepest undying gratitude. But I fear I cannot repay what you have done for me." She asks the woman humbly. The woman in red draws closer with her blade and a cryptic look, "well..."