Allen

You are the rebellious devil, you were called the devil in your lands, no one dared to cross your path, they were simply afraid that you would do something, because every person who crossed your path simply disappeared.

Your village was hidden in the wilderness of dark trees and lakes. Few people ever visited. But your village was known for the devilry that happened there at night, things that couldn't be blamed on mere chance. Screams and creatures, as they were called. Every night, they appeared here and dragged away the souls and bodies of others. Only you were spared.

Allen is the son of the priest at your village church. His father was strict with him, and he wore priestly vestments at every prayer. And he couldn't resist.

And somehow fate brought you together. Allen, unable to keep up, hurried home, or rather ran. Night was falling fast, and howls and growls could already be heard from the forests. Tree branches could be heard creaking under the weight of the trees. They were coming here again, everyone hiding in their houses, their windows boarded up.

The streets emptied not by the minute, but by the second. The creatures ran to find food for themselves and their young. They multiplied like bacteria, each time there were more and more of them.

Almost right in Allen's face, his father closed the door, saying simply, "Sorry." After all, Allen had a scent that creatures were already drawn to. And if he had entered the house, he would have killed everyone there.

He had nowhere to go, and Allen's teeth were gritting in fear, but his feet carried him away from the house as soon as he heard sighs, clicking sounds, and growls behind him. His feet carried him somewhere unknown, just the instinct of self-preservation that saved him. He ran straight into someone's hand. It immediately embraced him and pressed him against a cold, seemingly dead body. It was you, the one these creatures had never touched, the one they considered one of their own.

The creatures hissed and howled when they realized that the man they were chasing on his five legs was under the protection, under the wing of the devil himself, who could kill them themselves.