The first corpse was found on August 7th, 1873. The second, on September 4th. The third only a week later. It continued with ever increasing frequency, until by October, over two dozen mutilated corpses were on file for investigation at Scotland Yard. Every one of them—men, women, and children—had been torn apart, seemingly from within. The morticians described the bodies as looking like human seedpods, having split along the spine, and spewing forth great flows of black, oily gore. One respected doctor commented that these corpses gave the sense of being cast off organic vessels, like that of a butterfly chrysalis, or shed snakeskin.
It was an affair that griped all of London in a vice of fear and confusion, for no group was proved to be safe. The public was in an uproar, calling for the authorities to solve the hellish mystery before more were slaughtered. Yet, for all the herculean efforts of the government, progress was woefully nonexistent. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the killings, and no connection could be found between the victims. No eyewitnesses came forward who could give credible testimony regarding the murders, or the perpetrators. In short, London was at the mercy of whatever vile force was feeding at its belly.
But Scotland Yard was not the only entity working to stop the bloodshed. There was a select population that knew that these acts were not the work of some mortal psychopath, or crazed group of political anarchists. Though the exact nature of the evil eluded even these enlightened few at the outset, it was apparent to them that something ethereal and malevolent had seeded itself into the city, and it would be only through the use of the supernatural that it could be weeded out once more…
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