It was a clear Day at the  drift Wood cemetery. Veronica and Winston gather in front of a grave marked Dante.

Veronica places down flowers a top the grave. Winston glances over at her. He want to say something but cant. It was quiet nothing could break this Silence not even. A loud sound?...….

A 3 year from know on this very day. On a country across the seas. Within a war that engulfed the land. It happen at a destroyed building it was raining so hard that the land had turned to mud. Their was Veronica with a solider bleeding in het lap the thunder covered het crying, and the rain masked het tears. Over at a distance stood Winston wet and silent, paralyzed with fear. what stood before them was beast like no other taller than any man, best, elephant. Stronger than any machine with claws sharper than a blade. But if that alone was not enough it was powered by the devil. 

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

The monster let out An Unholy sound. It's gaze met Veronica and reflected her on to it pure black eyes. It was covered in Hair like a forest. Its left arm leaking with blood from a puncture wound. Also it Horne we're longer than it's face.

Veronica lifted the solider out of the mud and placed him some place dry. She walks over too pick up her weapon a flag split it two with a shive on the end of one. The other was a baton. she locked eyes with the monster. Her emotion energy was at it's peak, to the point we're it was coming out her RAW she then focus that energy into her Spears running head first at creature..............to be continue