1 The boy who weeps for fallen souls

A beautiful full moon was floating in the clear night sky. With some stars scatter across the black canvas only made the moon stand out more. And yet with this beautiful view, some brightly red lanterns were lit to ruin the calming scene. Lustful laughters and sinful acts were on display throughout the brightly decorated inn. A burly man with a two-foot beard wrap his arms around a coquettish maiden. The young maiden giggles as the bearded man reaches into her gown and squeezes one of her fair breast. She instantly moans loudly as he tore off the rest of her garments. Both of her breasts were fully exposed and it made quite a scene. With both of her perks sticking out, that are perfectly shape with soft pink peaches tips arouses the group of men even more. The rest of the men cheers loudly in laughter as the long bearded man fondled with the young maidens soft peaks. It became quite a feast for these lecherous men. Another man with a giant scar on one eye raises his cup in celebration as he grope one of the servers. Tonight was a feast and tonight was also a pleasure! For these men had just robbed a nearby village and slaughtered half the villagers to feed their greed. When the Scar-eyed finished groping the server he quickly pushes the young server onto the table.

The girl timidly cries out! "Please, I'm only a server. I'm not a prostitute!"

Slap! "You bitch! You dare to go against me!"

"No....un! Ah! Noooo! Help, someone help me!" The young girl hopelessly cries out as Scar-eyed suckles on her neck.

"Ahahahaha, yes keep crying. I want to hear you cry more!"

Scar-eyed quickly flips the girl over and went behind her. He raised up her bottom garments. The lecherous man runs his fingers across the smooth thighs of the young girl. As she felt his touches she slightly trembles. Her soft and fair skin widens his eyes and set a fiery sensation in his heart. But what really made him happy was the timid crying that she whimpers out. Scar-eyed had always love the cries of young girls. Especially when they're in pain and he can see fears in their eyes. Every time their group robs a village he would pick out one or two fair maidens and enjoy some pleasures with them. He will skillfully play with them. He would gently tease them and give them a sensation that they never felt before. Once the innocent maidens experience such pleasure then he will make them feel real pain. Make them feel both pain and pleasure at the same time. Then before discarding them he would run fear into them. He had always enjoy being on top of his helpless victims and watch them cry in fear as he roughly grinds on them. He enjoyed staring directly into their eyes as he enforced pain on them. Such sick minded man was enjoying himself again tonight with a young server. Scar-eyed gently caressed the fair skin of the server. He suddenly halted his hand when he notices a kid with long messy hair was standing behind him. The kid was facing away from him. The child has some raggedy and torn cloths on. He was bare footed showing his discolored blue toes. The child hands and feet were a pale blue. Scar-eyed took a closer look and notices some water dripping from the boy. The temperature in the active inn has dropped down. A chill ran down Scar-eyed's spine as he stares at the boy. Confused by Scar-eyed's action the server fearfully observes him. She then notices the creepy little boy. Long beard also notices the young boy with his strong sense of smell. He can smell rotten flesh from the boy. Long beard harshly push the coquettish maiden out of his arm. In a flash he appears afront of the mysterious boy with a machete pointing at the young child's neck. By doing so Long-beard got the attention from everyone else. The rowdy group came to a stop and has now focused on their leader. Scar-eyed then tries to grab the boy but before he can do so the child starts weeping. With the machete pointed at the child's neck Long-beard wouldn't let this mysterious child go.

"Who are you?!" Long-beard shouted at the boy. The child wept as he ignores the bandits.

"Who are you? Speak! Do you not hear me?"

The coquettish prostitute runs over. "Maybe the child is lost. Little child are you lost?" She gently asked the child but as she got closer she notices the discoloration of his skin. She also notices the water dripping from his clothes. She smelt a foul odor as she got closer.

"Child, are you lost? Why are you crying?" She asked with a disgust look on her face.

The child quietly answers, "I am here to weep for the fallen souls."