Pride was concentrated solely on the task set before him by his Father. It was decided that humans needed something to fear, something which they had no hope of understanding, and even less of fighting. They needed to be put in their place. His target was an outdoor market, in the midst of a very pleasant Saturday afternoon. Roughly two hundred people had gathered in to one small area. To purchase their sustenance for the week. It was tightly packed, but the diverse city crowd was very thankful for the beautiful weather and abundant food. They certainly expected no strife that day.
First, Pride willed his form in to a perimeter of shadows around the few blocks that constituted the market. Laughter and enthusiastic conversation almost instantaneously turned to screams and tears. The potent homunculus looked down at their situation with utter contempt. How pathetic they were, reduced to useless animals before he had done a thing. Once the walls were high enough to deter escape, he rose them more slowly and created a large dome, blocking all external view of the chaos inside, and blinding Pride’s victims.
Police began to gather outside the imposing black dome, able to hear the desperate screams of the unhappy humans inside. They beat the walls with their clubs, and tried futilely to reassure the frantic crowd inside and out. Pride could tell that a few of his victims had died in the pandemonium already. Once officer discharged his weapon at the dome, and in response Pride gripped him and ripped his arm from his torso. The military never came.
Pride strew the exterior of the dome with several large and imposing maws lined with unfathomably sharp teeth. Over the sounds of the screaming folks trapped inside and the yelling and crying of those exterior, he uttered a most fearsome threat: “Hear me, people of Central. I am Pride. You could not begin to fathom what I am, so simply think of me as a demon of ancient legend. This upcoming event shall serve to remind you that you all belong to me. Know that I can do this whenever I please. Fear me, for I live of your death.”
With that, he banished all of the mouths, and sent a thousand spears to pierce the disgustingly weak bodies of the poor men, women, and children trapped within his dome. The people outside heard nothing but interrupted screams and the sharp sound of piercing flesh, followed by the deafening silence produced newly slain life. None of them made a sound, aside from the crying children. Some fell to their knees. He retracted the spears, and the silence was momentarily interrupted by the awful sound of two hundred corpses falling in to a heap.
The dome slowly deteriorated, so those outside could see what Pride had done. The blood flowed out in to the surrounding streets from the gaping wounds possessed by each individual who was trapped inside. There were no survivors. The perpetrator was nowhere to be found. The military never came.
