Blood periodically splattered on the glass. Crying came from the inside, accompanying the screams of the dying. Around the outside, flames encircled the house, grey flames, that gave off no heat, and no light. The lights in the house had long since gone out, yet something inside still gave off a glow, a dark black throughout the place, so black it actually gave off light to see by, radiating out from the second and first floor windows. However, in the only window on the top floor, up in the attic, a pink and golden color was dimly glowing, and throughout the massacre, the dark black never went up to that room.
People rarely visited that house, the family who lived there rarely went to the town. No one from the town would've known anything had occurred in that house had not one of the guard woken up to hear the horses riding away from the house and seen the sigils on their armor. He roused the other guardsmen and they went to the house. On the door to the house was that same sigil, inscribed in the blood of those who'd lived there. The door to the house was closed, the windows locked.