Vielfraß – A to Z Blogging Challenge


The village was silent, eerily deserted. Long,m the shadow of death hung over it, the shadow of death and the stench of decay. Silent, other than the rasping whisper of the wind, slicing through bending poplar trees and the empty, hollow caws of the ravens.

Black and proud they stood, wallowing in the entrails and remains, feasting on what had once been men, women and children. What had once been human beings, now cast about, smearing thatched roofs and the cobblestone town square. Cast about, in a seemingly haphazard fashion – but spelling out a sinister truth.

The beast had struck.

Devouring one and all, consuming all it could – if we were lucky we would have arrived too late.

The Fates had another idea.

Our footsteps startled the ravens. They took fright, took flight, leaping out in an instant from that carrion field, their harpy’s wings showering us with ichor and filth.

A blood rain, and at the boom of a thousand pairs of wing taking flight we heard it – the grunt, the sharp intake of breath.

It knew of our presence.

It rose from its lair, from the nest it had made for itself, from a nest of cracked and broken human bones. Its hackles sharpened, like quills from its back, ready to pen a new tale of violence, of destruction – Death, incarnate. Death, reaper of souls, scourge of the living.

But we had something of our own to say about that. The clash and thunder of men, brash before battle, the steady beat of your heart as you make your peace with this world and prepare to kill an abomination. The monster’s head was worth a pretty price in Berlin – and a hefty burden he exacted, exalting in the rivers of blood he opened.

He tried to flee, and got caught fast between the poplar trees – I lost five good men that morning. Squealing, screaming terror erupted, and I wasn’t quick to silence him.

I took my time.

His death wasn’t a good one.

Written for the A to Z Challenge as part of my series on Under-represented Monsters. Thought I’d go for something a bit more ‘traditional’ and this Germanic monster seemed to fit the bill quite nicely (also, not a lot of monsters out there starting with V, other than the obvious.) Apparently this wee beastie would eat and eat and eat before lying around for a day or two and then finishing the *ahem* digestive process by squeezing itself between two trees. Didn’t work out for this little guy. The Vielfraß was a misunderstanding about the nature of the Wolverine by Germanic peoples… This is one of my first attempts at writing an ‘icky’ horror story, tell me what you think, comments and criticism always welcome!

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5 thoughts on “Vielfraß – A to Z Blogging Challenge

  1. Hello, Chris! Ooo, this is eerie! I can see the scene clearly and feel the tension. Nice work!

    Happy A to Z-ing! from Laura Marcella @ Wavy Lines

  2. Very eerie indeed. Hi, I am a new follower from the challenge. Hard to believe it’s nearly over. Good to meet you & good job on you’re A to Z challenge.

  3. That definitely had an ick factor. Great job.

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  5. Jane Dominguez says:

    The Kikuyus are a large tribe. The speak a beautiful Bantu language and have lived on the slopes of Mount Kenya and surrounding districts for a vew long time. The first Kikuyu was called Kikuyu and lived in a village called Kikuyu, which is still there. The word kuyu means ‘a fig’, and kikuyu is a fig-tree, a fertility symbol in Africa as well as in Asia. Kikuyu had nine daughters, who became the ancestral mothers of the nine major clans of the Kikuyu nation. The Kikuyu word for God is Ngai, which means the Apportioner. Thus during creation, God apportioned his gifts to all the nations of the earth. To the Kikuyus he gave the knowledge of, and the tools for, agriculture, at which the Kikuyus have always excelled. God controls the rain and the thunder, with which he punishes evildoers when necessary. Every person has a spirit, ngoma, which after death becomes a ghost. The ngoma of a murdered man will pursue his murderer until the latter has to come out of hiding and give himself up to the police, which is better than being haunted by a vengeful, persistent spirit. Burial rituals for the elders are executed meticulously, because their spirits are feared; the spirits of lesser members of society are less dangerous. Certain trees are inhabited by spirits which may have to be propitiated with food offerings. Like Jupiter, Ngai punishes those who do not keep their oath sworn in his name, by striking them with lightning. It seems that the people also believed that a man’s character was decided by God, so that his life, too, was predestined. The Kikuyus have a strong feeling of propriety; they will abstain from whatever they feel is untoward. During the 1920s there was a prophet, Thiga wa Wairumbi, who received direct messages from God for his people.

    Weird SPAM I’ve been getting lately…about mythology. I’ve deleted the emails and websites.

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