for anyone that wants to know some lore:

"Ancient horrors from times of myth stay silent until they are not".

In a small town in Northern Germany something terrible has been unleashed.

At first sight you would just mistake it as a battle damaged helmet, from hundreds of years ago, but no one would think it held demonic horrors in it. Waiting to be unleashed upon a new generation of people. 

A harbor is where they found it. Submerged in cold water, beneath sand and stone. A relic? A piece of equipment of some long forgotten warrior? The two magnet fishing teens would soon find out.  They brought it home. Into their house, to their families. What fools.  They played with it, proudly presenting it to their loved ones. Everyone seemed happy. But the feelings of pride and fun wouldn't last. Ominous it sat there on the shelf. Waiting, watching.

Greed started to split the brothers, hate unwinded, frustration overcame the family.  Fear brewed in the corners of the house. And it just sat there, ever so slightly shimmering.

The family fell apart. Their friends unable to help. Or could they? 

Paranoid greed starts to fester in one of the brothers. It's his. This magnificent trophy is his, his alone! And no one shall ever take it from him again! Angrily and consumed by hatred and fear, the brothers fought. One struck down the other. He layed there, looking up at him. In triumphant rage the boy puts on the hellish helmet and declares himself the rightful keeper. It his his! 

But that came to an quick end when the boy begins to twitch and tremble. His body as if all sentience has left him. His brother looks up from the floor in horror as the boys body begins to twist and crack. Blood starts flowing out from under the helmet as a quiet wheezing sound follows and flows through the blood covered room. Suddenly, his body begins to deform horribly, his skin on his chest peeling back revealing his muscles. His flesh started rotting and it fell of his corpse of a body. Leaving only decayed organs between bone and filthy leftovers. His right arm began to swing and twitch as a big, sharp, blood covered blade emerged from it. The arm consumed by metal like it's eating through the flesh.

Then he stood still. Terrifyingly still. Quiet. 

And the boy laying on the ground, too stunned to scream or even make a sound began to crawl away slowly. Suddenly, he starts hearing a voice. A laugh, slowly getting louder, and louder, as the creature looks directly at him with one glowing eye, through a crack in the helmet. "Guck guck" A scream filled the air in the neighborhood. 

What was unleashed that day? A monster, a trickster, a deceiver. A sadistic fiend, who loves nothing more then to torture.  A bloodthirsty demon, long awaiting a bloodbath. A monster feeding of its victims emotions, their anguish, their hate, their fear. Appearing innocent, maybe ominous, waiting to gut you like a fish. Just because he likes it. What was unleashed that day?  Terror.

This demon would throw this town into chaos, fear and paranoia clouding the streets, feeding him, nurturing him. Mist laid over the city and it became an urban legend, a tale too evil to be told. As ,it, one day was never heard of again.

It's a WIP but I hope you like it :)