At my order, we moved into their world. I with my army.
We integrated ourselves into their lives, into their city. Slowly. At first, they might not have even known that we were there.
It could have been any number of things engaging in the killing. Any manner of animal or beast. Of course, it would have to be something capable or cunning enough to get over the city walls or in through the gates.
That did narrow the possibilities.
It could have even been human. A human with inhumane tendencies. I’ve met my share. There were a hundred excuses for each body, blood-drained, that was found on the streets.
Excuses were safety for them. The real executors were the ones that no one wanted to see.
But it cost them. My, did it cost them.
The longer it took for them to admit to us, the more violently we demonstrated that we were there.