Evil Lord

This creepypasta was made by kardamaHHmoon, will have the origin story of the character and then will have an account of the victim who was attacked by the creature.

Brandon was a man who lived at the time when cowboys of the old west existed, he loved his small town where he lived, everyone liked him and he the same. One of his hobbies was reading storybooks of ancient legends that he even believed in some, and he was usually investigating with his friends even though they took it as a joke. One night he went horseback riding with his mother and his younger cousin, halfway through a cave, near there, Brandon was looking more closely at the cave and sees a silhouette of a strange figure, he proposes that it is a woman by the hair, but very strange, distracted he gets scared with his mother's hand calling his attention and then when he saw the cave again, the silhouette suddenly disappears, Brandon was bothered by this but took it as just in his head or it was because of the heat. A few more days passed, Brandon started to act strange, it seemed that he was very paranoid, scandalous and disturbed, this worried his father and so he decided to talk to him alone.

In the conversation, Brandon could not correctly describe what he really feels, even so he showed that he was afraid of losing someone else as he lost his uncle who was mysteriously murdered, he was completely afraid of being alone, his father clearly realized that he needed someone to be close to him, so he stayed with his son long enough for him to feel safe. Happiness is never forever, Brandon ended up getting Tuberculosis, at that time there was still no cure, he was already accepting his destiny, his father was desperate, what hurt his heart the most is his beloved son thanking him for experiencing all the moments he experienced with him, his mother and his cousin, with those last words, he closed his eyes completely.

His father was frozen perplexed, the sparkle in his eyes disappeared completely and I hug Brandon's body until dawn. There was Charles, heartbroken, puffy-eyed and grim-faced. 2 months passed after losing his son, the city was not the same, everyone enjoyed his company and now they pray that his soul rests in peace. As every man does when he has a broken heart, he tries to forget these feelings with alcohol, he never drank in his life, it made his wife upset, and soon she gave him a very well given lecture to her husband and told him to stay in the street the night without dinner to see if it gets better, because it hurts her to see him like this even though she feels the same way about losing her son. So Charles took his horse and went for a walk outside the city, halfway through, he found the cave that his nephew had talked about, so he decided to go and stay in there, inside it, he found a book on the floor, it was Brandon's book that he loved to read, talked about a creature with a similar appearance like a woman but had certain strange characteristics like marks on the corners of the mouth, in the book, he told all the reports about this creature that had a name called "*Kardama Dead Child*", deaths , mysterious mass genocides, sacrifices and torture sects in honor of the creature.

When Brandon's father was reading the book there came a freezing wind that curled in the cave, he had heard footsteps behind him, every noise, his heart was beating faster, he took his gun and turned his back, there was nothing, he was calm and put the gun away but when he turned forward, he was faced with sharp teeth with drool, big blue eyes and with veins and the marks in the shape rhombus at the corners of the mouth. It was the creature that was in Brandon's book, it was real, it was the most horrible thing he had seen in his entire life, he didn't move a muscle out of fear, Kardama spoke with her voice completely terrifying and it hurts just to hear...

"*Darling, this feeling is so beautiful that I wanted my late 'Pater' (Father in Latin) to have on his countenance,*" Charles managed to open his mouth and drop that phrase "*I wanted my filius (son in Latin) back to his beloved city.*"

The creature smiled showing its sharp teeth. "*Son Quinlan? Back to your home? My dear, I want something back too.*"

Charles already expected what the demon wants after a request. "*A life in exchange for many lives.*"

Even with this cryptic answer, Brandon's father understood the whole scheme of chaos that the demon wants to cause and immediately refused. Obviously the creature is persistent at a high level, haunted him for 3 years and finally got what he wanted and Charles accepted the proposal. Brandon wakes up in his bed when he was dying in his father's arms , he saw his room, it was full of dust and things covered with a white cloth, he got up, looked in the mirror seeing that his health was better and he ran excitedly looking for his relatives saying that he was cured of his illness, but unfortunately, no one was in home, went outside, it was all empty, not furniture, but people. Nobody was there anymore, her father, mother, cousin, coach, boss and neighbors; everyone disappeared.

Brandon didn't understand what was going on, he started to get desperate. "*What happened to everyone? Mom? Alexandre?...Dad?*"

He went to his house again and in his father's room he found a strange symbol on the wall painted in blood, snow on the corners of the wall and a box with the note:

> "*Son, forgive me, I was never good to be a good father, when you said in your last words, I... I couldn't bear it, even though I was a man, I was young to die, I never hurt anyone and I would have a better future. I'm sorry.*"
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Brandon was the same way his father was at his death. He dropped the paper and opened the box, it was his uncle's gun that he would give to him when he had more maturity and courage. Brandon took the gun and said "*It was all my fault*" and a shooting deck was retreated in the ghost town.

Legends say that in the ghost town, there is a mystery there, there is something of value in that city, nobody knows what it is, but whatever it is, nobody should set foot in that city, if you go in and find out what's there, will not come out alive. Evil lord, the guardian of the old west.

## Creature's report

My name is Elaine Bill, I'm 35 years old, I was a widowed mother of two children, we lived in the countryside taking care of a small farm, the eldest son Miguel was 18 years old and the youngest Alan 13 years old. Our life was peaceful, as if it were Cottagecore (it is a movement that seeks a return to the simple life of the countryside and greater contact with nature, animals, picnics, flowers and fresh food, among other things.) even though we worked hard to our sustenance. I wanted to live in those moments of how it was before. We've been through many things in our lives like family fights, problems with our animals, the weather and among others. So the situation arrived where everything collapsed and it was the most violent storm I've ever experienced in my entire life.

That night I was in the kitchen washing the dishes after we had dinner, Alan was sleeping soundly because he was tired after having played all afternoon with our horse going so far that Miguel had to get another horse to find him, at dinner he ate almost the whole pot of food looking like he hadn't eaten in a year, he almost bit his brother's arm he was so hungry, the funny thing is his brother jokingly calling him a cannibal and Miguel was reading the newspaper in the living room to see the recent news . When I finished washing the last pot, I looked at the kitchen window seeing the full moon, it was quite beautiful with the illuminated stars and the dark blue sky as if I were looking at a painting. The moment I lowered my head to see the field, I got so scared that I let out a small scream and made me drop the pan on the floor making a huge noise that made Miguel jump off the sofa, Miguel ran to the kitchen to find out if I hadn't hurt myself and what happened. I replied to him that the fright was something that was thrown at the window hitting the glass, I didn't pay attention at that moment what it was, so my son opened the window to see what it was and took his head out of the window quickly scared. When I looked at what it was, I was horrified, it was a severed arm, Miguel left through the back door to go outside and look to see if it really was someone's arm, hoping it was a bad prank and to find out who was the madman who did it. . He reached the outside window, looked first before touching, picked it up with the newspaper because it was bleeding from the underside of the arm and felt the texture that was really a person's arm. I was soon desperate telling him to go back inside the house, he obeyed me and I picked up the phone to call the police.

The police arrived at the house, they came armed to search the field with the hunting dogs and the Sheriff let us enter our house to see the arm. The Sheriff looked at the severed limb on the kitchen table, before searching he asked us to say exactly what happened, I was so restless that I hadn't been able to say anything even with the authorities, I would imagine if the window hadn't been closed it would have been fixed well in my face this proof of murder, Miguel noticed my despair and when he was going to speak in my place a man in a lab coat with a briefcase appeared in the kitchen going towards the arm, the Sheriff soon grumbled ironically saying that he would arrest him for having Then the man ignored him and placed the briefcase on the table next to his arm.

The man turned with his hands up indicating that he would introduce himself before the sheriff did anything, his name was Henrique Lenovan, he is a Biomedical from a town near our farm, he explained that he was on a ride with the sheriff , until he heard our emergency call when he was in the car, he wanted to come along with the sheriff but he didn't let him and he came here on his motorcycle to help without his permission. The Sheriff was going to say something against it but decided against it knowing that the Biomedical wouldn't leave even if he threatened him because of how crazy he was. That moment even relaxed me a little from my desperation. Then Miguel repeated what I said on the call, the sheriff checked the window, looked out seeing his men searching the place, one of the policemen waved to him from afar telling him to come where his patrol was,

While Mr. Lenovan opened his briefcase which contained medical and laboratory instruments. He organized the entire table to analyze it carefully, while analyzing it, he spoke what he saw and felt about the body part. The blood flowing unfortunately confirms that it was recent, he didn't want to talk about specific details, just that something was strange in the area where it was cut, there were purple spots embedded in the carcass, he took tweezers to remove one of them, it took 30 seconds to remove that of the meat, when he got the butch it was actually an animal with an appearance of a slug, purple in color and with red dots. I felt disgusted seeing that. Henrique put the little bug in a small capsule inside the suitcase, by his smile it seemed that it was interesting and he decided to keep it to analyze later.

I didn't want to stay in the kitchen anymore watching disgusting things, I went to see Alan in the bedroom to see if everything was ok, I opened the door slowly just a crack and I saw something strange. Alan was on the bed facing the wall covered up to his face showing only the hair still sleeping, I would close the door relieved that everything was fine until I noticed a peculiar shadow on the wall where the side my son was sleeping, the silhouette looked a person with a hat and with long hair. I opened a little more to see the side of the bed, I was distressed by what I saw, the room was quite dark, however, I saw a silhouette of a person, wearing a hat, choir clothes, scarves and boots. These cowboy clothes looked very old, this person watched my son sleep, when the person turned his head with the hat covering his eyes in my direction, I soon entered the room irritated and screaming not to go near my son. The person stepped back with hands up in the darkest corner of the room. Miguel heard my scream, he turned on the light before entering the room, when he did that the silhouette of the person disappeared, I was desperate, was it some kind of joke? This joke crossed the line. Miguel asked what happened, I said I saw a man in my son's room, he looked all over the room, he saw the window and it was closed, I insisted that I saw the man, for some reason he just disappeared out of nowhere knowing this is crazy I was sure of what I saw. The person stepped back with hands up in the darkest corner of the room. Miguel heard my scream, he turned on the light before entering the room, when he did that the silhouette of the person disappeared, I was desperate, was it some kind of joke? This joke crossed the line. Miguel asked what happened, I said I saw a man in my son's room, he looked all over the room, he saw the window and it was closed, I insisted that I saw the man, for some reason he just disappeared out of nowhere knowing this is crazy I was sure of what I saw. The person stepped back with hands up in the darkest corner of the room. Miguel heard my scream, he turned on the light before entering the room, when he did that the silhouette of the person disappeared, I was desperate, was it some kind of joke? This joke crossed the line. Miguel asked what happened, I said I saw a man in my son's room, he looked all over the room, he saw the window and it was closed, I insisted that I saw the man, for some reason he just disappeared out of nowhere knowing this is crazy I was sure of what I saw.

Miguel just made a tired expression, I understand him he must be lost with a lot and before he asked any questions I checked his younger brother, I slowly removed the blanket, I was terrified at what I saw, my son had his eye totally strange, there were larvae making holes in his eyeball, Miguel saw that tragedy, he took the blanket and it only got worse. My son's arm was amputated, his clothes were covered in blood, his guts were out, then I screamed very loudly, how can anyone dare to do that to a child? Miguel was terrified, tears kept running down his face, even in despair, incredible as it may seem, Alan was still alive, the youngest moved to get up, Miguel very carefully kept him lying down for fear of losing more blood,

We left the room with my son's body, the Biodoctor who was in the kitchen saw us leaving in despair, he called us asking what happened, Miguel turned to the doctor showing Alan's body, Mr. putting things in his briefcase, also taking his arm, he said he would go with us and then we went to the door. We left there running, the doctor would get his bike, we would go to the garage to get the car, halfway there, I looked to the side seeing a policeman running towards us shouting, "RUN AWAY NOW! THERE'S A MONSTER BEHIND US" , the policeman turned around with his gun firing and at the same time running. I just kept running to the garage for the car and when we got in I told my son that we have more problems.

Miguel started the car and started it, when he backed out of the garage where I saw the policeman, the policeman was stopped until a kind of blade attached to a chain decapitated him which made his head go so far that he was thrown to the hood from our car, Miguel didn't think twice he accelerated going towards the doctor who was waiting for us, the older brother shouted to the doctor warning that someone is going to kill us, soon Henrique is in despair accelerating the motorcycle, I look at the backseat seeing my son's body covered with the blanket so the blood wouldn't flow so much, I saw him moving his eye that was intact and the other arm that was whole showing that it was still possible to save him.

The Biodoctor drove his motorbike close to my car window, he said he doesn't think we're going to survive, the arm was Alan's, he found strange things in that arm, that insects, cells and bacteria were not normal they were out of the ordinary. So much so that he found it strange that the boy was "alive", he lost a lot of blood from his arm and belly, there were bugs eating the flesh inside his body, the boy must have already been dead, I didn't want to believe it, I rubbed my eyes because of tears, I looked at my son still looking at me moving a little, when I turned to say the doctor he disappeared, I looked from the side of the moving car and saw the doctor's motorcycle lying down, there was a man holding him by the neck, Miguel saw in the rearview mirror and stopped the car.

Miguel took a shotgun that was kept under the bench where his brother was, he asked me to take Alan to the hospital, I didn't want him to go, I tried to stop him but he had closed the door in my face, I was so lost but unfortunately I did as he asked. I got on the treadmill seat and slammed on the brake. I looked in the rearview mirror at my son running towards the killer, I was just crying like a child, I kept saying generic things to Alan like "it's going to be ok", "everything is going to be ok", but nothing is working and I'm more afraid of what it will happen later. I held on, continued forward until the car stopped, I tried to move the brake, the rolling, the gears and nothing was working. The gas was intact, everything in the car was working but it wouldn't go forward, suddenly the car goes in reverse,

I opened my eyes slowly, I was in a lot of pain, my vision was blurry, I felt the smell very horrible, a few seconds I managed to recover my vision, but I wish I had been blind, in my eyes I saw something that I didn't know if it was a nightmare , was wearing the same hat and clothes as that silhouette in Alan's room, his right eyeball hanging by the optic nerve, his other eye, the left one, his iris was red and his pupil was straight cat-like, looking like a cat's eye. a demon and wore a bandanna hiding his mouth. I was in a state of shock, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak or breathe. Soon the creature spoke with a voice that sounded like it came from hell.

" You plague... you look like a silly cockroach, you're as stupid as your poorly developed fetus that stuck its snotty fucking nose where it didn't belong. I could have killed him quick, but he wouldn't regret what he did, while you took it out." the eyes of this botched project, he was screaming for your help and you didn't do shit. But now, he's learned it right... watch."

He pointed to the side showing me my son Alan who was standing up, the creature grabbed my hair dragging me to my son, hit my face on the road breaking my nose, kicked my belly and made me roll to my feet. Alan's feet. He told Alan to feed, said my blood was fresh enough to taste, I looked at my son reaching down and taking my arm and he bit me so hard my skin would come off. What was my son doing? What happened to him? I was screaming in so much pain begging to stop. The creature just looked at my suffering, from the look of its bizarre red eye, it looked like a hungry beast.

" I'm hungry... but I gave the puppy the minimum education to eat first before the adult. It's a beginning of being a good father... much better than your father... isn't it?... Brandon Quinlan! "

In front of the creature, the silhouette of the cowboy man appears clearly, he had dark skin, blue eyes and a scar on his cheek. His expression was bitter, agonized, sad, angry and everything bad you can imagine seeing my hell. The creature mocked him, saying he couldn't do anything to save me, he could risk his soul but he didn't know how he was going to do it.

"This is real hell... I can't believe I spent my entire life with this parasite in my body capable of doing this to any living being."

I was losing consciousness, I saw my arm with the pieces eaten, I remembered all the moments I spent in my life, from my childhood to where I am now, I already imagined that I was close to the end, I closed my eyes with tears and only saw darkness hoping it was eternal. I didn't feel anything, I just saw darkness, until I felt a presence, I turned around and it was this man with blue eyes.

" Your life turned to hell because of him, right?... you must be so scared and angry at the same time, right?... that was all my fault... I didn't-..."

The man kneels down in so much humiliation, he takes off his hat and places it on his chest, squeezing it. That state he was in I felt the same, I kneel in tears and hug him. He returned it, as he was calming down, a cozy warmth appeared between us, there is also a light around us expelling all the darkness, my children appeared joining the hug and then I close my eyes.

"I could never rest in peace, so I'm going to make sure the same doesn't happen to your beloved children, they will rest in peace and that creature will never mess with them again."

I woke up in a hospital bed, not remembering much, my arm had to be amputated, it seemed like I was fine after being in a coma for 2 years, for some reason other than just surviving that hell unfortunately I lost my children, I cried with sadness and emotion that at least they were resting in peace.

"The evil lord hid through the good man, evil and good fought and at the end of the story, evil won" - Evil Lord