Prologue
Prologue: The Abomination
Imagine a little red fox, barely 3 years old, harmless and cute in his own way. Now imagine that fox sees mankind and what they have, sees all the food, all the fun, all the possessions, and he wants to be part of that world. Imagine the fox makes a wish, a horrible wish, to become like what he saw; human, in all but mind...except the wish is stopped halfway, interrupted by an evil force. A force that manipulates the wish to conform to its own evil will.
The fox shrieks in pain and agony, its bones breaking, only to instantly reform and break again, over and over, growing and contorting wickedly as they do. His skin and fur being pulled, pushed, stretched and twisted to conform to the growth. Warping the little fox into a hideous demon-like being, standing upright like a man, legs crooked like a dog’s, arms ending in sharp clawed hands, face contorted into a beasts stuck halfway between man and the fox it once was. The fox’s fur, once beautiful, glistening and soft like an autumn breeze, now mottled red and purple. The fur turning a burnt and blackened brown at the wrist and what can only be called it’s ankles, as if to accentuate his malformed feet and animal-like hands.
The demon laughs as its creation twists and contorts in agony, he snaps his fingers and curses the poor fox even more. Short horns sprout from the young beast’s head, twin streams of blood pouring over his face along with even more screams of agony from the writhing creature. Malformed wings growing to accompany the horns, unable to fly and painful because they even exist at all.
Before the demon leaves the fox to his fate he grants him one final curse, one that will come back to haunt the fox if he ever lives long enough to see his fate; the curse of fire. A deep, glowing, burning fire within the fox, endless in it’s hunger for destruction. It’s all the poor animal can do to keep from choking on the smoke that now pours from his mouth and nose in an endless stream, fire sputtering from his lips as he coughs and gasps, his vision fading.
The demon lets out a blood curdling laugh, “Go now, my child, fulfill your destiny.”
The last thing the fox sees is a brilliant flash of white light, the demon dissolving into nothing with a hideous mix of pained screeching and laughter...and a pair of red and blue flashing lights approaching over the hill.
