Role

Chapter 2

What is going on? Thought the farmer to himself, I better go have a look. He
walked down to the pasture from his hiding place and went for the source of
the noise. To his shock, a horrifying sight was there before him; the robed
figure of a red-skinned man having his way with a sheep. As the man
went on with his business, the sheep began to glow bright before bursting and
showering the field with fine ashes. "Damned!" screamed the robed sheep
shagger. "Oh, what's this?" turned the figure looking to the farmer.

"Look here, fella, you're the one killing my sheep, arn't ya! You're gonna
pay for that sheep, you hear!" said the farmer raising a wooden club. The
robed man grinned a wide, impish smile and snapped his fingers saying
"GHARTUVO" and the farmers chest exploded, sending his limbs flying across
the pasture. "Keep the change," said the robed figure smirking to himself.

"NO! PAPA!!" bellowed a deep and angry voice, sending a shiver up the robed
mans spine. He turned quickly to find the voice and discovered a pitch-black
child charging him holding the severed arm of the farmer, still holding the
wooden club with a deathgrip.