Identity of the fiend
The inside of the house was like a slaughterhouse. With some limbs scattered around the house and three lifeless bodies lay motionless on the ground. Two adults displayed eternal horror on their faces, while the corpse of a little girl rested peacefully amidst the carnage, her expression serene.
In front of this sight, Auriel was nauseated for a moment until his nose got used to the blood scent and he remembered that he had seen sights worse than this when he was the narrator.
"It feels like the fiend did this in a hurry. Only a few parts of the corpses are missing, so I can say that it ate a little before Asher came to this house." Auriel whispered with a low tone and crouched before the corpses, taking a white strand of hair that was clean even with all of the blood it was swimming.
Auriel looked at the corpses and the hair, comparing them to each other to find if there was someone with white hair, but there was none.