He was there. Waiting for them. They would come and go: just like the little flys that would rest in him. Every time he talked, flys would come out of his mouth like a river. Some say he was made from filth itself, while others think the gods made him to "guide" lost souls, he fed on them instead.
His body was a home to filth, the smell was deadly, yet foolish little fawns still chose to come closer.

Curiousity can kill even the most mature adults in this forest. He waited, waited patiently for them to come close enough. The small bodies fell to the ground like bees that get attracted to the sweet powder in the flowers. One by one, they fell. Bowing. Smiling. Screaming for help. For their mother to come and save them. Blood, was then followed by death.

No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin,no beating of his breast. His soul, as empty and dark as the night. He laughs at the blows of antlers and satisfaction lites up when the mother finds its child, crying for thier fawn that fell a victim to this monster. For eternity, he walks in this forest: wanting to get out.

A fawn approached him slowly, not too far away. As he got up, it was obvious this demon was not a normal sized deer. Watching, the small creature bowed politely at him. The gesture was not returened, he simply turned a blind eye to it and motioned for it to go away. For the first time, he spared one's short life. Now it was the fawns choice : should it ignore the warning it would die and be devoured into darkness, eaten by flies first. Leiwitz did not eat first, the flies did. The little one looked around its surroundings : by the time it sighted the flies and strench coming out from his mouth as he breathed heavily, silently. It quickly moved away from the big demon and ran off to its brother. Never again did the huge creature warn anything or anyone: it was obvious by his looks that they should simply walk at a caucious distance or even better, find something better to do.

He lied - thats all he heard. He hated- thats all there was to feel. He laughed at the weak, because they reminded him of his childhood.He did not warn his visitors that they will pay with their life for coming close, but Leiwitz did tell them a little secret before taking ones life: he possesed human-shaped front hoofs: ones that did not entirely resemble a humans. Laughing , screaming, blood, crying , dying. It was all part of his every day waiting game. From these gods.

Waiting to be freed from these gods, this hell.