Feticide
Legacy Name: Feticide

Aren't you a darling little scumbag?

Feticide is a Graveyard Jollin!
5:10PM November 7, 2011

Name: Feticide

Gender: Male

Age: Nobody's keeping track.

Personality: Lazy and selfish. Unlike other ghouls, Feticide does not take pride in hunting and fighting for a soul. He preys on the unborn, wrenching their life and soul away when he needs to eat. They cannot fight him, and are easy pickings. This disgusts the others, and he is very unpopular. Feticide is looked on as a sleazebag and a despicable being. He doesn't much care, as long as doesn't have to work for his food. He's slow to anger, and he can withstand quite a bit of taunting before he gets worked up.

Likes: Being a pest, warm places to nap, and grooming his tail. (Not so much because he cares about grooming, but because it's a habit of his, and he's got nothin' better to be doing.) And he's kind of got a "thing" for pregnant women. Pregnant females in general, really.

Dislikes: Work, fighting, and third trimester fetuses with too much kick to them.

sloppy summary

Feticide is a "ghoul." Ghouls are spiritual beings that prey on human souls; they sustain themselves on the energy taken from that person as a high-on-the-food-chain biological creature would get energy from meat. To a ghoul, the hunt for a soul is a thrill and an honor. It is an accomplishment to take down a soul, because humans struggle and fight to keep possession of themselves. Ghouls take pride in their hunting skills and in their captured prey. Feticide seems to be the only ghoul who really doesn't give a rat's behind. Instead, he takes the easiest prey he can. Prey that can't fight back, prey that, in essence, is a little bundle of joy and nutrients and energy. Feticide happily devours the unborn.

Feticide is, in the human world, the stuff of legends among the societies he frequents. He has been feared as the demon responsible for miscarriages for some time.

Among his own kind, he's considered a lazy scumbag. Feticide knows that they're right- he just doesn't care.

a fantastic take on feticide

by User not found: tobilollipop

"C'mere, sugar," hissed a quiet voice from the shadows of a darkened alleyway. The woman who had been walking by halted. There was something in that tone...now, she normally would never have gone to meet a strange man in the side alley of a restaurant late at night. But that something, that feeling...she needed to know what it was. She crept forward, hands held protectively around her large, pregnant belly. She was halfway to due, and even now she could feel the life of her child coursing through her veins.

"That's it," cooed the voice. "Come to papa." He chuckled darkly and held out his hands, but at this point the woman hardly noticed. She had become too distracted by the kicking that had begun in her stomach. Her babe was normally a quiet one, and such a sudden rush of activity was odd. Again, however, she felt that pull, and so she walked even closer into the darkness. When she got there, she finally noticed something was a bit...off. What she had previously thought was a man looked to be more like a large puddle of nothingness standing on all fours. It shrank even further until it resembled a cat, or a dog, or a fox or a lemur all mixed together. It had a large lion's mane and bushy tail, but none of this compared to the face. It was a giant, leering skull.

She shrieked, but a paw was placed over her mouth. Thin and bony, it cut into her gums enough that she bled. As she tried to run, she realized she was rooted in place. "What do you want?" she asked, but she feared the answer.

The creature made no noise, but smiled cheekily at her and pointed at the bulge of her stomach. Her eyes widened in horror. She shook her head wildly, but the strange being already had its arms wrapped around her and its head resting on her stomach. It sang softly to the child inside, and the woman could feel her baby kicking harder and harder, until it seemed it would burst through. She tried to scream again, but found the pain made it impossible; this animal, this thing, was killing her child. "Get off me!" she finally was able to push through gritted teeth.

Surprisingly, the creature complied. It cocked its head at her. "But I thought you wanted it gone?"

She was taken aback at this statement. When she first found out she was pregnant, she hadn't wanted a child. But as it grew, she realized that although her circumstances weren't the best, she was lonely. She could support a kid, if she tried. "Oh, no no no!" cackled the thing. "You mustn't think like that, mademoiselle. I will take it off your hands for you. You may go out and have fun, enjoy your last few years as a young one! Here, let old 'Cide help you."

She hesitated, but in that moment a flash of consent flickered through her thoughts, and the being pounced. He sunk his teeth into her belly, and although it was just a light bite it felt like agony. She screamed as she felt the babe in her kick and thrash, and blacked out.

When she next woke, she was surrounded by blood. As she put her hands to her stomach, she realized that there was no feeling, no heartbeat, no life. And she sat and sobbed until the police found her the next morning.