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of place utterances. His fingernails grew into grotesque talons, his spine hunched forward
and his hair burst in a sudden growth, twisting into a repulsive, tangled mess. Shrunken like
a shrivelled pear, his body shed its farm clothes, revealing the bloated, misshapen flesh
underneath, stained by a myriad of tattoos.
Then came Robert Black, hissing with serpentine delight, exposing his unnatural fangs and
bloodshot eyes that punctured his arid, bone-white face that now resembled a monstrous
bat.
Finally, it was Auro who cast off his coat and stretched around in his black robe, conjuring
his necromantic staff with a gesture.
The remaining militiamen fought valiantly, but they were no match for the black magic
and unholy might of the three undead. The trickster was felled first, struck down by
Robert's sword as his body was locked in a magical torpor by the vampire's dreadful
sight. The other villagers were carved through by the warlock's bone dagger, whose
demented chants filled the tavern and dulled their screams. Auro went on to feed on
Nako, whose weak attempt at tossing an ignited oil lamp was easily stalled by his strong
hand, moments before a ripple shimmered through her body and left her a desiccated
husk, her life force stolen and added to the immortal's eternal debauchery.
They saved the angel Lamees for last, hoping to trap her in and escape before heaven's
wrath caught up to them. Unfortunately, she managed to end her mortal life before they
could reach her. At that moment, the inn became flooded with light and the warlock's
chants quickly grew into panicked screams as the radiance engulfed his malformed
body.
"Whatever," Auro told R.B. later on, once the bodies were all properly consumed and
disposed of. "I'd grown weary of his insane rituals."
"Wow," The vampire agreed. "So true, in my opinion."
The croak of a raven pierced the air, followed by the hurried flapping of wings as the bird
flew off the dilapidated inn's sign. That was the last sound a living creature ever made in
Hallowcrest before nature itself surrendered Misery's Crown into the clutches of oblivion,
for evermore.