In a time very distant in a land oh so far, there was a big city nestled in a valley between two towering mountains.  Every night at the stroke of 12 came a large, lumbering monster who stalked the streets. Every night this brutish beast took two evil souls from the big miserable city that ran rampant with crime and unrest.  His eyes shined like cats as he peeked through the windows of each house he passed.  Huff, Huff sounded the air as he sniffed in the scent of the people.  He would scour the city each night until he found two evil persons and when he did he would take them in his yellow bird-like talons and throw then into the jagged maze of needle sharp teeth lining his mouth and in one crunch they would be finished.  Death was swift for the wicked and relief was kind for the city.  The people praised the great demon and celebrated his efforts.  The monster a hero who conquers all evil.  His kills were merciful and just.

The city grew smaller and in time a town it became.  In more time it became just a village nestled in the valley with peaks that became like walls.

Soon the villagers began to hide themselves at the stroke of 12.  They locked their doors and closed the shutters tight on their windows.  They held each other as his footfalls smashed upon the valley earth.  They admonished the monster and repudiated his killings saying that they had now become unwilling to sit back and allow him to continue foul dealings that caused their fair village such sadness and pain.  They hated him and cursed his name.  And with blood on his teeth the monster remained; to perform foul executions with his most just teeth.

Eventually feeling their obvious hatred the monster asked the people “Why now do you hate me?  I still perform my service the same.  I kill those wicked who care not for the community in justice’s name.”

An old man who survived from city to village came to speak to the demon and replied.  “Before we knew not the people you slayed.  Before we knew not the people who in the memory of bad men cried.  When it was a man that I did not know, I could applaud you and recognize your service.  A citizen to die is fine.  A brother as long as he is not mine.  An uncle of a neighbor or a stranger whose behavior hurts the community; he should be gone from here.  My neighbor was wicked and did so much bad that the reason he is gone is visibly clear.  But now it’s my brother, my father, my son.  The more that are gone the closer you come.