Chapter 3 (gory)

The ride over to Yter village was uneventful as William unleashed some of his power and no animal wanted to get near the carriage. William was getting in his imagination of getting to murder an entire village and couldn't help but see the faces of pure terror they were gonna make as William teared apart their friends and family in front of them.

"Oh how I hope they go against me so I can destroy them." William murmers with a 'normal' smile.

"We are almost there Lord William." the coachman says not looking back.

William reigns in his smile to a kind smile that anyone could trust. He truly hopes that he can destroy that entire village and dye the ground red. If that could happen with every village he passes through, he could live happy.

A few minutes of silence later, the coachman says, "We have arrived at the village."

"Great, let's hope they can cure some boredom." William says as he tiedies himself up.

Yter village is a patch of houses tightly packed around the village leader's house connected with a dirt road around the village leader's house. There is a wooden fence around the farms around the village though it looked like a good kick could destroy the fence so it is not good for defence against attacks.

William in his carriage as they were entering the village, put on a face laced with disdain and arrogance like a spoiled noble.

William looked through the window and saw children playing, people working, and happy living. He couldn't wait to tear it to the ground. To see their expressions would be magical to say the least.

William gets ready for his act as the arrogent noble and if a single person speaks out against him, he gets some fresh blood after so long.

"So which one of you filthy peasants wants to pay respects to this lord?" William says with a condenscending tone.

"Sir, I would be glad to pay respect to you." one villager says not showing his face.

"When did I say you could address me as 'sir' when I said Lord?" William angrily states.

Suddenly, a young man couldn't take it any longer and blurted, "I think you are taking this too far!"

'Finally! It is time to get some blood.' Thought William.

William's arrogant face morphed into disturbing indifference and ecstatic joy. The spine of the young boy popped and creaked as if it was being torn slowly from his body.

The man drops, bones creaking, and skin crawling and squirming.

Everything in the village stops and freezes. Bo one wants to move or make any noise.

William smiles and starts walking towards a gathering of people, probably friends that were just talking and having fun.

When he gets there, he reaches towards a member of the group. His hand pales to a snow white and the bones pierce through, making sharp claws. In one slick motion, William slices down, his hand a blur. The feeling of tearing through muscle like paper, skin like butter, and bone like tissue filled William with sick pleasure. The body, before it can even fall, gets paler and paler as their blood flows in a thread towards William. The blood thread wraps around a finger on his claw. The body with no will to stand longer, skunks to the ground, producing a squelch and thump as it hits the hard dirt floor, kicking up dirt into a cloud of dust.

It took a solid few seconds for everyone to register what just happened to their fellow villager.

But the villagers could do nothing but watch in horror as they were stuck in place, no even allowed to scream.

William will have a lot of fun for the next while. His smile never leaving his face.