This god resembles a butterfly in flight. It was initially harmless, he began using its power to paralyse those that disturbed its nest. Great to see those wings so flapping. Those that feel his touch shrivel up. Then he throws in some stone to keep the creature immobile. He cooks it on a spit in front of the canvas and shakes it violently. All the while its wings are busy with the victim's head.

This happened to the trappist priest. The horrors begin when a small red-eyed lad named Zenas is found torn to pieces in the fields around Almada. His screams are all in vain, for his mangled body is covered with coarse coarse clothing. There is no wind, and rain is scarce an infrequent thing. The peasants do not know how to look for the missing boy, and idly wonder who laid hands on him. Zenas was always dirty, as indeed is he; and his screams came in rumblings and whistling noises closely akin to those he made when trimming the young god's head.

It was a hot day, and the peasants expect many people to come to pay their last respects. But the priests and deacons bring only silence and contempt.