Post by John Black on Apr 28, 2023 21:52:06 GMT
Cudillero was a lovely municipality in Spain overlooking the ocean. It was a major tourist attraction for obvious reasons. Friendly, beautiful, and historically rich.
However, John was here on less than pleasant business. For now, things were calm, but in an hour the sun would set, and from there the situation for this lovely place would only grow increasingly tense.
There were whispers from the people around as they prepared to head home, lock their doors, and keep a close guard on their children. As the young ones were the target of the demon that John intended to hunt. Over the past couple of months, children had slowly gone missing during the night only to be found the next day a lifeless hunk, their blood drained from their bodies.
The name the people spoke of was "El Coco". Apparently, in the past, there was a local legend, local being much of Spain, about the monster known as El Coco. Apparently, these days the name was used for a nursery rhyme. “Duermete niño, duermete ya, que viene El Coco y te comerá.” Or in english, “Sleep child, sleep now, or else the Coco will come and eat you.”
And within the past couple of months, this rhyme had gone from something mothers would tell their children to make them mind, to a much more relevant and serious warning. No one spoke the rhyme now, afraid to summon the demon in question. But the demon came each night all the same.
Luckily there had been fewer and fewer victims, but in that time a few things had become very clear. First was that whatever El Coco was, the local population was unable to face it head-on.
A figure clad in dark robes carrying a sack as black as the night sky, no weapon the people could bare would bring it harm. In Spain, gun ownership was quite strictly regulated. They were not owned with self-defense in mind, only hunting unless one was an officer issued a sidearm, or in times of higher alert allowed a more serious weapon. However as one might expect the few guns that were owned, whatever the intended purpose, were drawn in the hope of defeating the monster in question. The results were negligible.
Those who had met the demon and thought to shoot it were unable to deal any notable damage. The bullets would rip through the cloak the creature wore, but no blood was found, and the scraps of cloth that were torn off its form simply seemed to fade. Perhaps this creature was an angry spirit of some kind then, only half physical. Regardless of its nature, this was a challenge beyond what these people could face alone, and their children were in danger.
However, John was here on less than pleasant business. For now, things were calm, but in an hour the sun would set, and from there the situation for this lovely place would only grow increasingly tense.
There were whispers from the people around as they prepared to head home, lock their doors, and keep a close guard on their children. As the young ones were the target of the demon that John intended to hunt. Over the past couple of months, children had slowly gone missing during the night only to be found the next day a lifeless hunk, their blood drained from their bodies.
The name the people spoke of was "El Coco". Apparently, in the past, there was a local legend, local being much of Spain, about the monster known as El Coco. Apparently, these days the name was used for a nursery rhyme. “Duermete niño, duermete ya, que viene El Coco y te comerá.” Or in english, “Sleep child, sleep now, or else the Coco will come and eat you.”
And within the past couple of months, this rhyme had gone from something mothers would tell their children to make them mind, to a much more relevant and serious warning. No one spoke the rhyme now, afraid to summon the demon in question. But the demon came each night all the same.
Luckily there had been fewer and fewer victims, but in that time a few things had become very clear. First was that whatever El Coco was, the local population was unable to face it head-on.
A figure clad in dark robes carrying a sack as black as the night sky, no weapon the people could bare would bring it harm. In Spain, gun ownership was quite strictly regulated. They were not owned with self-defense in mind, only hunting unless one was an officer issued a sidearm, or in times of higher alert allowed a more serious weapon. However as one might expect the few guns that were owned, whatever the intended purpose, were drawn in the hope of defeating the monster in question. The results were negligible.
Those who had met the demon and thought to shoot it were unable to deal any notable damage. The bullets would rip through the cloak the creature wore, but no blood was found, and the scraps of cloth that were torn off its form simply seemed to fade. Perhaps this creature was an angry spirit of some kind then, only half physical. Regardless of its nature, this was a challenge beyond what these people could face alone, and their children were in danger.
