text: It wanders the lands looking for fresh victims. Searching wherever there is lantern light shining in a world of darkness. They are easy to find but sadly far from and when they cross paths, the victims are sacrificed to a pair of heavy rustic cleavers. Having their flesh skinned so it may cover the light. These it will take attaching to the fur on its own back. To hang off dangling as this creature moves through the lands. Their light covered yet letting off just a hint to create a kind of armor protecting itself from something bigger and worse than a Butcher. A light flickering in the distance bounces around as firefly dances in the air. Moving in and out of these darkened lands trying to get back to the safety of others. This dance entices the Butcher to follow knowing it will lead to more victims to add to its armor. Stalking the dancing light, the Butcher watches patiently. Tracking each movement as it dips about the land and suddenly disappears. Confused, thinking there may be another monster here, the Butcher reaches for a cleaver tightening its grip on the handle for a sudden attack. Nothing. No wind, no sounds, no light, just nothing. The Butcher loosens its grip on the cleaver thinking to let it be when the light reappears further away and with another light. Now moving quickly to the base of a hill as more lights shine giving a welcoming glow. All together they light up another monster laying still. The Butcher now getting closer sees this monster is just a lion. Possibly an adolescent for it is not as big as it remembers. Its fur is all white with massive front limbs that have human-like fingers for claws and a mouth as big as half a human. Lying dead surrounded by the ones who took it down. A not so easy kill for people of the lantern. Goes to show that even they can become stronger in the dark when left uncontested. Still, the Butcher wonders how many of them were lost in this hunt. How many lanterns are never going to join its armor. Doesn’t matter. They may be strong to take down a lion, but they will succumb to the cleavers of a Butcher. Taking the fresh kill of a white lion, the Butcher watches the people as they are cheerful with what they accomplished. Light of the lanterns bobbing up and down playfully. All feeling accomplished knowing that a monster roaming their settlement is now gone giving up its resources for them as they enter a lighted area. The Butcher, stopping where the light and dark meet, looks onto their settlement. A bright light illuminating from a giant mound of lanterns reaching up pushing away the darkness. This is their center. Where many come and go about with whatever it is they do. Dancing, conversing, being playful, all of it is a disgust to the Butcher who knows the truth of the lands. A truth they must be reminded of. Now the Butcher enters the light, walking to the edge of their settlement drawing its two massive cleavers. Each one rubbing against the other to hone its sharpness while giving off an ear-piercing sound. The people of the lantern see this massive bear size humanoid and freeze in terror. A nemesis of humans now waits for a sacrifice.