*A Horror Tale*
Night is terrifying.
This area is close to alien territory, frequently plagued by the *
The magical beast is a dangerous foe. People flee into the walls, clutching their guns, awaiting the dawn while keeping watch over the forest's darkness.
Among a group of men hurrying back to the colony as dusk falls, a bizarre voice rings out:
"Wait, so you're marrying her?!"
"Yeah… next week, I'm moving to Fort 51 where her parents are, and we're having the wedding."
Congratulations, lucky to get into a fort, sad to see you go, already done the deed? Shotgun wedding? The group of men chats as they walk through the night.
The city gates are near.
I follow behind them, acting inconspicuous.
Despite my stealth, they seem completely unaware of the towering Butcher in their midst. I've seamlessly blended in as one of them.
Because to them, I appear as one of their own.
That's right—I've killed one of their comrades and worn his skin.
*
By attaching the face skin of someone I've killed, I can make those around me believe that person is still there. In short, it's a disguise.
I didn't know this until I became a Butcher, but Butchers possess countless insane abilities like this.
I've shown the aliens a glimpse of this power to prove my usefulness.
Most Butchers can't wield such abilities. The typical Butcher is a brute monster, mindlessly charging with a butcher knife.
The aliens seem to think that while some Butchers have one or two unique abilities, they're fundamentally brute-force creatures.
Pretending to obey, I've secretly uncovered the Butcher's secrets, gradually harnessing its power. These are my hidden fangs and claws.
The aliens treat Butchers as dangerous bioweapons, but they still underestimate us. They'll realize soon enough just how dangerous a Butcher truly is.
This bizarre *
It feels almost like cheating, but it's not all-powerful.
If touched, the disguise is instantly suspicious, and I can't respond if spoken to, making it extremely risky.
It only fools the eye. It's useless against cameras, so I can't pass through high-tech gates. My main use is blending into groups or approaching lightly guarded areas.
Additionally, using *
Tonight's target colony is a fortress-like town surrounded by tall earthen walls and a moat, with a sturdy gate at the entrance. However, there are no cameras—just human guards. A bit low-tech.
I plan to boldly enter as the vanguard.
The aliens are positioned near the gate in the forest, ready to storm in once I start causing chaos inside.
My role is to create confusion and launch a surprise attack.
The aliens don't expect a Butcher to follow complex orders like opening gates from the inside or destroying defenses first. They just tell me, "Blend in, enter, and cause chaos." That's it.
The men chat as they wait for the gate to open.
I stand awkwardly behind them.
Objectively suspicious, but no one notices.
If they do, I'll just destroy the gate and charge in. Honestly, for a settlement this size, brute force would work too.
Still, the aliens can die from heavy machine guns or grenades, so they prefer low-risk strategies.
As a Butcher, I'm expendable. "You go in alone, cause chaos, and die." That's my treatment.
The gate opens.
The men enter.
I follow.
Inside, the streets are lit by lamps, the town asleep. Distant noises come from the entertainment district. Some are still awake, but children and the elderly are sleeping. It's that time of night.
"Hey, Eric, let's have Paul's farewell party next week."
Someone approaches me—apparently, I'm Eric.
Since I can't respond, I make the universal gesture: hands crossed, pretending to pee.
"Huh? Oh, gotta go? Hurry up… I'll go ahead. See you later."
It always works. It's hilarious when a Butcher does it, but no one stops me.
I turn into an alley, taking a moment to breathe.
Alright, what's the plan?
As a professional, I start with the armory. If I'm there when people rush for weapons, the despair will be delicious.
Just kidding. Explosives create noise and weaken the enemy. If I can seize heavy weapons, the slaughter becomes easier. It's a no-brainer.
Alternatively, I could target the command center. From the earlier conversation, I know its approximate location.
First, I touch the skin on my face—Eric's skin.
Hmm… it's almost expired. Eric must've lived recklessly.
Another drawback of this ability: the skin's freshness fades, and the disguise fails. I need to replace it regularly.
It usually lasts two to three hours, but Eric's skin only lasted an hour. Probably a heavy drinker and smoker.
Armory or command center?
Either way, I need new skin.
I search for a suitable house, peeking through windows in the dark alleys.
Lights are still on in some homes. I can't risk a disturbance, so no households with three or more people.
Time for a solo target.
Using my Butcher senses, I find the perfect room.
A second-floor apartment.
I sneak into the hallway, stopping at the chosen door.
With my claws, I destroy the lock, regardless of its shape.
*Snap, click.*
*Creak…*
I quietly open the door, sliding my massive frame inside.
The occupants are making quite a racket. The neighbors must be annoyed. I'll quiet them soon.
"Ahh, yes! Harder! More! Ahh, no!—Ah! I'm cumming!"
Peeping from the hallway, I see a couple entwined on the bed.
"Come on! Harder! Ahh—yes! There! Right there! Ahh—harder! It feels so good!"
The woman's moans are loud.
Perfect. If things get louder later, it won't seem unusual.
"Come on! Cum with your affair cock while your husband's away, you dirty cheater!"
"Ahh! I'm cumming!—I'm cumming! Ahh… there! There! Ahh—harder! It feels amazing!"
Such a filthy voice. She should take voice lessons from Abigail.
Abigail's voice is incredible. It melts my sanity.
Even the female soldiers who visit me have better moans. They train for it.
Yet citizens like her, living off their sacrifices, just complain…
I'm getting annoyed. Time to work quickly.
"How does this compare to that stuck-up guy? Tell me, or I won't let you cum!"
"Ahh! I love… Bord's affair cock! It's bigger and manlier than Sniff's! More! Ahh!"
I silently move to the bed's edge.
The man's back is shadowed.
"You… said it! Now, I'll—"
Sorry to interrupt your fun, but I'm in a hurry.
I grab the man's neck from behind, snapping it.
*Crack…* Like breaking a twig, his body convulses in climax.
The room falls silent.
The woman, breathless, looks up.
"Bord? What's wrong…?"
I lift the man's body, setting it beside the bed.
I'll keep his face for later.
The woman, confused, scoots back on the bed, "Who are you?!" In her eyes, I'm still Eric.
I rip off Eric's face, revealing red eyes, a noseless void, and bared gums.
To her, a grotesque monster appears in the dark room.
"Hiii—!"
I quickly grab her throat, silencing her screams.
She has large breasts but a flabby body. Untrained, all fat. Unappetizing.
I wonder how long a weak woman like her can withstand my torment. I want to prove that the female soldiers who endure me are far more valuable.
But no time for a prolonged rape.
I'm a professional. Professionals are punctual. Let's get this done.
I pin her to the wall, shower running, my dark tongue sealing her mouth. She's too shocked to resist, making it easy.
I lift her leg, pulling down her underwear, and thrust my raging Butcher Lance into her.
"~~~~~?!"
Her eyes roll back. I thought she'd be loose from sex, but she's tight. I love it.
I lower her twitching body to the floor, leaving my lance inside as I work.
I twist off the man's head like a bottle cap, then carefully peel his face with my claws.
It's tricky, but my butcher experience helps. Thanks, boss.
The woman finally understands, screaming in terror. My tongue muffles her cries.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
I pin her down, suppressing her struggles.
I finish peeling the man's face, wash it in the shower, and attach it to my own. I remove my tongue from her mouth.
She stares at me, frozen, then whispers, "Bord…?"
Success.
Without another perspective, I can't tell if it's working.
Satisfied, I begin thrusting brutally.
"Ahh! Bord! What's wrong? Ahh! Why? Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"
It looks like Bord, but it's me inside.
Since I'm here, I might as well enjoy myself.
I eventually release twice into her unknown womb. War makes me overexcited, but it's convenient when I finish quickly.
Finally, I devour her entirely, her screams my background music.
Violate, kill, consume.
After being teased by Dragon Girl, this feels like a dream. A luxurious satisfaction. She died in her lover's arms, so she must've felt the same.
Too bad your meat was fatty and tasteless.
I eat Bord too, shower, and clean up, even borrowing a towel.
The scene is spotless. A perfect unsolved disappearance.
Suddenly, I think of Abigail.
Maybe if I wear a handsome alien's skin and embrace her, she'd enjoy it more. With my size and looks, I'd be unstoppable. I'm a bit jealous, but if I can make her happy, it's worth it. I'll do it next time.
With my professional work complete, I return to the night.
Less than fifteen minutes—a lightning-fast operation.
Tonight's work deserves the title of *The Beast of Gévaudan*.
Originally, embodying a B-grade horror monster was the concept of this story.