Undetermined

The moon rose high into the sky, creating a faint yet prominent light that illuminated the ghoulish pathways of the village.

The sounds of celebration, the clinking of drinks, the gobbling down of food, and the cheers and clapping of many could be heard from the dining hall.

Four beings- creatures which could not be quite described as humans- made their way down these pathways.

One of these beings seemed to levitate just slightly above the ground. If seen from afar, this being would appear as nothing more than a foggy mist, however upon closer inspection one could make out the features of a girl in her early 20's, though her almost transparent skin would counteract this appearance and suggest that she was not a being among the living.

Her eyes drooped, with dark lines and bags which were almost representative of the fact that this girl was not a human, but rather a cursed spirit- one without connection to this world. One might think that during the lifetime of this girl that she did not have such an exhausted complexion, and that her hair might at one point have been combed finely as opposed to the ragged mess which it now was.

But that was not the case.

As a matter of fact, during the lifetime of this girl before she entered the realm of the dead, her appearance was exactly the same, save from the fact that her skin was now just slightly more pale than the already white as ice shade which it previously took.

She wore a simple white nightgown, one in which was fitting for a spirit. It was worn down and ragged, but not to the point of exposure.

Walking alongside this girl was a being which had skin the same crimson shade as blood. He wielded a menacing and demonic smile as two fangs poked out of his mouth, and two horns that were far more twisted and crooked than his facial expression protruded from his head.

Veins created a maze across the arms of the being, and a purple blood pulsated through his veins visibly, as they seemed to oscillate with each beat of his corrupted heart. Tipping the fingers of his hardened and calloused hands, were a set of sharpened claws.

This demon wore clothing which looked to be a ragged and torn t shirt, and a pair of shorts to go with it.

Underneath their outfits, these two wore something which looked like a silver set of bandages that had been wrapped carelessly around their skin, as if a child had wrapped himself in toilet paper imitating the appearance of a mummy.

And on their necks, were two necklaces with a set of charms strewn into them.

These charms being a set of fingers which had been removed from a victim on the whim of these demonic beings.

As the two walked they could hear the clinking and clicking as the fingers stroked one another with each footstep they took.

Standing right next to these two, walking side by side in elegant fashion were two more beings.

The first was a female who had skin the color of the ocean in a clear and pollution free area, a turquoise which seemed to gleam in the moonlight.

Covering the face of this woman too, were a pair of fangs which adorned a wicked and yet mature grin, and topping off her head was yet another pair of crooked and twisted horns.

Similar to the other male, purple blood coursed through her veins, and her nails appeared as if they were sharpened to the point of being used as weapons.

This woman too wore a ragged and plain white nightgown, and underneath her clothing was a set of bandages which seemed to cover most of her body.

The man on her side wore glasses that seemed to be perfectly rectangular- to an extent where the edges, which were cut at perfectly right angles, could be used as blades.

His ears were long and pointy, far longer than the ears of the average human, and his black hair which was gelled up acted as a witness for his style and professional appearance.

He wore a suit and tie, with pitch black pants and dress shoes that clopped as he made his way along the path. Underneath this suit, he too wore the set of bandages which the others were wearing, though they could not be seen as the suit covered his entire body.

He arrogantly grinned as he made his way through the town, looking around at it as if the city itself was his possession alone. One in which he stood behind with pride, beaming as if to say 'I made this'.

Of course, that was because he had.

Him, and his companions looked around at the walls made from flesh and bones that surrounded them, viewing the eerie atmosphere with joy, only further being reminded of how far they had come from the time in which they entered this world.

Hanging from the wrists of the demonic woman and the elven male were two bracelets, which had the toes of a man strung into them, swinging about like beads on an abacus. The victim of their torture had clearly been shown no mercy, with not a single appendage remaining unused.

These four beings were the antiheroes, and this was the Dictatorship which they had built from scratch.