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The tavern was filled with people on this day. It didn't even seem like it was rational, considering the size of the tavern and the town itself, to have so many. Almost all of them were women, with some little girls and little boys. There was not a man in sight, except for some old drunkard in the corner, who everyone else seemed to project their scorn towards. Some of the women snuggled closely against their children, and for good reason; all of the young boys and girls seemed to be so afraid, of something. The environment was very grim, sadness overcoming them. They all noticed that a man entered -- very obviously an Incubus. While some of the girls seemed to be intrigued with him on the spot, and some seemed hopeful that maybe he could help them, most of them didn't even care.

The drunken man seemed to completely ignore Jasper's existence. He continued with his drinking, and the innkeeper shook her head in shame. He was, of course, never any help. That man was her husband, and he'd far fallen from who he used to be. It was years ago when it started. The girls started to feel like they could liken up to Jasper, talk to him. Tell him what ailed them. So, one of the young and beautiful women of the town went over to the table, her two sons each holding one of her hands. They were boys of what must've been under ten, and one of them seemed to be missing his other arm. "Jasper," the woman said his name. He might've found it extremely odd that she knew it, but everyone else here knew it too. They took so little interest in him, because they already knew he wasn't going to be of any help. "You're here to find warmth, aren't you? I'm afraid you might have to find another tavern. Here, there are no rooms and there is no food. We barely have anything to give our own people." She glanced over at the corner of the room, an old woman who'd decided to starve for the good of the children. She was rocking back and forth, displaying obvious pain and hunger. Her life would soon end. "If you're wondering where the men are, they're all off fighting. There's a great demon in the middle of a frozen forest, who's been tormenting our people and stealing our children away. They believe it's a father's duty to protect their children. Even in vain."

The girl lowered her head, and sent her two sons away. Jasper seemed to recommend something that made absolutely no sense to her; how could all of the ladies try and fight the demon? There would be no one to look after the children. And they were trained to sew and cook, not to hunt for monsters in the dark woods. "I'm afraid the only place to rest is the floor," she said. Her arms crossed over each other, fingers locked together. She seemed like a very humble person, and confident compared to her whimpering peers. However, her confidence seemed to dissolve when Jasper recommended that he battle the demon. "You mustn't fight him! Only the people from this village can take that task upon themselves. That's the way this was meant to be." That enough would show that there was something abnormal going on here, but even Jasper's aura of trust couldn't get her to reveal the truth hidden behind her systematic abuse. "Please don't try and do anything. We've already enough trouble as it is." After saying that, she slowly walked away, returning to her boys.

She couldn't hold back the truth, now. She could only see the light in him, and it felt like he was her savior; like he'd take on the pain of the world for her. All of the pain of holding it in was gone, and she could speak freely. She began to yell out the truth, to the terror of her surrounding peers. "It's the seeress! She told us that no one outside of the village can assist us, or she'll come back!" The jaws of the other women began to drop, and they rushed in to silence the screams of the enthralled girl. But not before she could spill the whole truth. "She joined our town appearing as a great fortune teller. She taught us how to be at peace with ourselves, and she helped to build our relationships. But when we started to trust her, she began secretly sacrificing the other women, calling upon horrible demons. Right at the end, before she finally left us... she brought about this monster." The demon she brought forth was a pure-blood. He was straight out of hell. He was so absolutely powerful that even she feared him, and retreated from the village. But now that the truth was spilled, they felt that she would come back. She said she would.

"Emily! Stop speaking nonsense to the visitor!" The inn-keeper tried as best as she could, holding her palms firmly against the girl's lips. Her sons seemed very afraid, as the other girls began to look at them with spiteful eyes. They'd start to turn on her, just like they did the other people who attempted to spill the truth. From behind Jasper, one of the kitchen maids held a butcher's knife, and attempted to lunge it into his back.