TW- child death, Familicide, needles, Body horror

Jethro was made by a humble farming family solitary in their existance. they lived in fire lit caves. remnants of an abandoned mining shaft, a family of goblins. a father, a mother with 2 elder boys and a young girl. Jethro assisted with farmwork, ensuring the soil remained nutrient rich, the gate to the exit of the mineshaft was barricaded, chocked with sand bags and debri. The father warned the young children to never stand too near to the doorway, and they listened. Jethro watched the family prosper. one day the youngest daughter strayed too far from home, curiously expecting the exit. as she reached outward to touch the rubble Jethro would snatch her back as Jethro guided her back home, the disturbed rubble began to slip, opening a slit in the barricade exposing the mountain cave to the mist. as weeks passed everything was fine, one day jethro stand tending the field on a particularly quite evening, when Jethro hears a curdling scream, rushing over Jethro sees the mother standing over her family. drenched in blood and vicera. the mist creeping through the cracks drove her mad wielding a pitchfork she'd lunge at Jethro, as he weaves out the way pleading for her to return to her senses Jethro is forced to bludgeon the mother to death.

stained with blood, still dripping from their hands jethro sits among silence, deafening and crushing. a month goes by before Jethro crawls towards the surface pushing aside what remained of the barricade before rushing through the mist each step felt like a million with each minute feeling like an hour, the fog around their ankles felt as if it was getting thicker before Jethro fell prey to a snare hanging from a tree by his ankle. near by rustling in bushes reveal a thin, pale eldarin woman dressed as though she was attending a funeral black make up streaking down her cheeks like tiers. "Take it, I believe we have a new toy" 2 large pale ork like creatures walk out from the mist ripping the rope and dragging Jethro to the ruins of a large apothecary and down into the basement, Along the walls lined people of varying races disected, missing limbs, skin and some completely hollow. each of them leaking a black viscus liquid from their eyes, from an animal cage a man is dragged out blind folded and bound by his hands and ankles. splayed across a surgical table, Jethro is operated on, over and over, and over. limbs removed, limbs restored, skin ripped and resown. the Pale woman produces from a bottle, a long leech like slug. Jethro's head is opened and the slug in inserted. Jethro turns to his side as his vision fades seeing the other man, hollow beside him. his vision fades to black with the feeling of something warm and blood being shoved into open wounds.