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Halloween Stories - Damned Village

By XP Author

The sorcerer stood atop a hell just outside of the little village known as Wildern. It was a tiny place, out in the middle of nowhere. All told the population was barely over a thousand people, half of which were either children or elderly. Far away from any major cities and not near any major highways, it was, to most, barely a dot on a map, hidden away in the hills. It was the perfect little place for his latest experiment.

His name was Byleth. At least the one he used now. Long ago, the wolf had gone by another name, in a life long abandoned. Then, he was a fool, ignorant of the powers around him. Now he was powerful. His cloak was drawn over his head, covering his face in dark shadows as the moon rose high. He had spent the last week walking through the town, unseen and unnoticed by all that dwell within. Each resident had been tagged with magic. The children and the elderly were marked separately from the rest. From there, every man and every woman was marked. They were unaware of the mark upon them, blind to magic as they were.

Now, it was the night the mortals called Halloween. They played at ghosts and ghouls, using terms like 'spooky' and 'scary.' They had no idea. Tonight was a night of power, when those who commanded shadows were able to muster more strength than near any other day. Byleth raised his hands, shadows gathering around him as thick as fog. With a wave of his hand, the shadows swept down into the town, seeping into every house and home. Those marked as children were instantly whisked away to parts unknown. The elderly simply breathed their last, dying a peaceful death in their sleep before fading away to dust.

The preparations were complete. With another wave, the shadows moved on to their next task. Every male in the town simultaneously suffered a massive heart attack, dying in a state of pain and suffering. Most in their beds, some in their living rooms, but all died at the same moment. Then the shadows seeped into them. Eyes would open, bodies would rise. An army of undead. He spoke, his words commanding the undead. "Go forth through the town. Sate your hungers. Leave no soul alive by morning."

In an instant, the quiet town was suddenly filled with the sounds of screams. Doors burst open, women fleeing to the streets as the walking corpse of their lover followed on their heels. One rabbit tried to sprint away, only to be grabbed by her ears from behind in the hands of a wolf. She tried to pull away, then screamed as sharp teeth sank into her shoulder. A chunk of flesh was torn from her, blood soaking through her night gown. Another bite silenced her, her throat torn open and swallowed.

In another house, gunshots fired off. The sheriff, a fox, kicked her door open and raised a rifle. She barked out an order for the three men walking towards her to stand down. They just groaned and kept approaching. She swore, firing a shot that opened a hole in one man's chest. He stumbled, but kept walking. She fired again, blowing his skull to pieces. Now he stopped, collapsing to the ground. However, the other two had reached her. Hands tore at her clothing, claws scratching at flesh. She was shoved to the ground, kicking and screaming as the men stripped her.

One of the two pinning the fox slid between her kicking legs. A rat, he was already naked, his cock hard, despite no blood flowing through him. With no warning, he shoved his cock deep into the fox's cunt, ripping a scream from her. She knew him, her neighbor and drinking buddy of many years. She knew he always held a candle for her, but he was always so meek and shy. Now here he was, jamming his cock deep into her, completely ignoring her protests and curses. His eyes were blank, lifeless, staring now at her but through her.

The other man holding her down was a fellow fox. It was his claws that had torn her clothing open, leaving marks upon her flesh. When she opened her mouth to scream again, he shoved his cock down her throat. She tried to push them off of her, but the two men were far stronger than they should be. As the torment continued, the fox humping down her throat reached out, and in an instant started to claw at her exposed belly, tearing her flesh open. Blood started to pour out onto the pavement under her as her guts spilled free.

The sheriff's eyes went wide as she felt herself being torn open. She was was granted the mercy of unconsciousness as her mind simply could not handle the pain. The two men continued ripping at her while humping her, shoving gobs of her guts into their mouths. Each came within her, blasting into her torn pussy, or down her throat, splashing cum into her opened innards. Even after they were finished raping her, they continued to devour the fox, ripping her arms off, sinking teeth into thigh meat, crunching a breast to bloody pulp, until there was little left but bloody bones and torn meat.

Another shriek down the road turned into incoherent gurgling sputters. A young mouse was on her knees, held down by what used to be her brother. The mouse holding her down shoved his cock through her right eye, straight into her brain, and was thrusting hard into her, blood drooling around his cock. The woman twitched under him, each thrust making her jerk in odd ways. After one thrust, she started to piss herself, soaking into her pajama pants. Another thrust, and she tensed up, only to go limp. When he finally blasted his cum into what was left of her brain, she was already dead under him.

Byleth felt a tug at his presence and grinned. He knew who it was that called him. In a moment, he was no longer standing at the hill over the town, but instead within a bedroom. Whatever furniture had been in the room had been shoved aside to make space for a sigil painted upon the floor in red. Candles burned at the corners of the design within the sigil, leaving him standing at the center of it. His physical body was still on the hill, but his consciousness was projected into the room, standing in front of the woman that summoned him.

"Master Byleth." The woman inside was a deer in her early twenties. She was dressed similar to him, in a black robe and cloak, hood over her head. "The ritual is complete. Madness and death has descended upon the town."

He nodded. "Yes it has, Gwen." His voice echoed around her, and in her head, deep and rumbling. There was a pounding at the door beside him. He turned to look at the door. Another sigil had been scrawled across it, sealing it shut with magic.

Gwen bowed to him. "Master. I have served as you asked. But I require your assistance leaving the town."

He simply tilted his head. "Leave?"

She looked up, her eyes wide with sudden fear. "M-master!? P-please!"

He shook his head. "You have served me well, yes. You put the marks on the people of your town, as I asked. But you did not plan your own safety. This is your own fault. I will not have an apprentice who cannot think even this far ahead." He waved a hand, the sigil at the door vanishing. A moment later, the door was shoved open, an older deer bursting into the room. Stark naked, his cock throbbing hard, he stared at Gwen for a moment, then started to walk towards her.

Gwen backed away, looking between her father and her master. "P-please! Master, command him to stop!"

He shook his head. "I will not. I can see his desires. He has wanted you since you were a child, but his morality always kept his desire at bay. Instead, he would jerk off to thoughts of you. He hates himself for it, and that hate is also for you, for being something he can never obtain. Now you are an adult, and his position as mayor no longer matters in a town of the dead." Byleth smiled. "If you cannot stop him, then he will fulfill those desires now. As well enact his hatred upon you."

Gwen shook her head, backing away as her father stepped toward her. She tried to weave a spell quickly, but before she could finish, a hand slammed into her gut, sending her to the floor in a coughing fit. "D-daddy..." She looked up, only to cry out as hands grabbed at her, pulling and tearing at her robes, ripping them open to reveal the naked body under them. "S-stop! Stop him! Ple-" She was silenced as her father grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed her face against her desk. She bounced off, crashing onto her back on the floor, blood trickling from her forehead.

The man who was her father knelt down between her legs as she lay dazed on the floor. With no warm up, he rammed himself fully into her exposed pussy, slamming so deep his tip pressed against her cervix. She screamed in pain as her insides were stretched full. "Please! Stop!" He started to thrust into her hard, slamming himself as deep as he could go. He gripped at her legs as hard as he could, so hard it felt like he was crushing the muscles. He shoved her legs wide as he thrust, not caring for how much it hurt her.

Gwen tried again to cast a spell, but the moment her hands were raised, her father grabbed one and pulled as hard as he could. She let out a blood curdling scream as her arm was torn off of her body, blood spraying from the gaping wound and what little was left of her shoulder. Her father bit into the arm, tearing chunks of meat off, eating her while raping her writhing body. All while Byleth watched in silence, showing no sign of remorse or pity, only observing her final fate.

The former mayor gripped at his daughter's flopping tits as he pounded into her, squeezing the large, jiggling orbs. She let out another shriek as he started to crush them, blood seeping through his fingers as the fatty tissue tore and ripped open. He jerked his hands back, tearing off each of her breasts in a spray of blood. The fatty globes were then shoved into his mouth, blood drooling down his chin as he ate her once lovely tits.

He was incapable of holding himself back, and soon was nearing his orgasm. He gripped at her head, holding it in both hands. She had stopped screaming, only groaning in tired pain, barely clinging to consciousness now. She looked up to see her father's face, bloody and angry and filled with lust. It was the last thing she saw as he ripped her head off, tearing it away from the rest of her battered body in a spray of blood, splashing out of the remains of her neck. Her body spasmed and jerked about, clamping down on the cock lodged deep within her. The man came into what was left of his daughter, incapable of feeling anything but the pleasure of the moment anymore.

The mayor pulled out of his daughter, his cock still spurting his cum, splashing onto her still twitching belly. He rammed his cock into the underside of her throat, the tip slipping out of her mouth to spurt more seed and drool down her chin. He used her head to jerk himself to a second orgasm quickly, spraying more dead seed onto his daughter's corpse. Before he was even done cumming, he shoved a hand into her belly and ripped it open, tearing out her liver and biting into it.

Byleth turned, letting his consciousness fade out of the room to leave the man to devour what was left of his daughter. He returned to his own body, still standing at the hill, observing silently as the town literally tore itself apart. Neighbor fucked, killed, and ate neighbor. A woman was thrown from a third story window, landing on the metal fence outside her house, impaled upon the wrought iron spikes. Another was running down the street, covered in flames, having failed to use the fire as a weapon against the men attacking her. She collapsed and burned to death in the middle of the street before being ripped apart and devoured like all the rest.

For six hours the blood bath orgy continued. Once there were no longer any living women left to fuck, the zombified males had started to making new holes in corpses. One cat was fucking a fresh hole in som e poor rabbit's stomach. Another horse was ramming his massive cock into the torn bottom half of what used to be a dog, his cock piercing out of the dangling guts each time he slammed forward, cum bursting forth from within to splash on the street.

The mayor had emerged from his house, Gwen's head still lodged on his crotch. He had joined in the frenzy, ripping limbs off of those that had once thought he was such a kind man that cared for them. His cum kept spurting out of his daughter's mouth every so often, splashing onto the street, or the face of some dead woman, or even other zombies.

Byleth looked to the horizon, nodding slowly. The sky was starting to get light, the sun moments from rising. The night had been a success. Every life taken by the zombified males had fed him, bolstering his power, extending his life. He had not told Gwen of the true purpose of this night. Her soul was the best of all for him. She was awakened to magic, and when her father had torn her head free, he felt her essence join his own.

The sun crested over the horizon. At the instant the sun touched the first house in the town, every male burst into flames. They stood still, their bodies burning away. They made no sound, no screams of pain, no reaction at all. Within moments, and almost in unison, they crumpled to ash. The wind would take the ash away, leaving little remains. Byleth turned, walking away from the dead town. He had what he wanted. Now he needed to tend to the children he had stolen. Each would be raised as a slave to him, used for other purposes in the future. Plans for later. For now, he just smiled and faded back into shadow.

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