New but old

It was a strange night. The people of a small village to the north had sent hunters out for food. They sent five men.
These five men had travelled about five miles to the forest they stood in. They were searching for deer. They need enough to sustain, their small families. They caught two deer and sent two men, home with the carcasses.
These men, was following a trail. It looked like about six deer’s have travelled through here. This trail may lead to a watering hole for the animals. The leader a lean man of about twenty years, got out his bow and stringed it. As this man was doing it, so were the others.
The lead man nocked an arrow, a pointed it downwards so he didn’t lose his grip. He walked into a clearing, no water hole only a wide space. He looked around and saw a great oak tree. But he didn’t stray long on the oak, but looked around for game. But found none, he cursed his luck. He kicked the ground in frustration. The man de-nocked his arrow. No deer here.
One of the men walked behind and put a hand on his shoulder. “We will find something.” The man didn’t know how true his words rang true.
On cue, a man walked into the clearing. He looked hungry, but so are most men these days.
“Hello, how goes the night? What are you doing out so late” the leader asked in a friendly manner. He stared at the man; dering him to break his gaze. But one of the men whispered “he isn’t moving, nor breathing. Is he dead?”
As to answer the question, the man smiled. It smiled. He looked hungry, showing fangs as long as an arrows tip; and probably sharper. The men moved back instinctively. The beast laughed, enjoying their fear. The monster darted faster, and then the men can follow and grabbed the leader by his neck. The beast grabbed the man’s throat and ripped it out so suddenly and un-expectantly. Then the world went red, then black in these men’s eyes. The blood was all over the beast face and he looked like it enjoyed it. Then it moved again, and was upon another man and punched him in the chest. The man’s chest exploded inward with a shower of bone and blood. The beast was covered in gore and it didn’t care. It disposed the next one with a slap to the head. The man’s head span around a full 180 degrees severing completely, blood drenching his torso. The dead man’s eyes fell upon the last two. And that’s when it hit them; they won’t be going back the wives or parents. But to the grave, their grave. They screamed like little children, which pushed the monster onwards. It dived on to the one closes to it and landed heavily on the man’s back killing him instantly. The beast ripped the man’s head off. The blood sprouted upwards, showering the beast in yet more blood. The beast raised the man’s head and howled defiantly. And chucked the head at the remaining man, it hit him hard in the back. The last man was so scared, he pissed himself. Don’t kill me was all he could think of.
The man rolled on to his back, and he saw it. This man or beast was covered in blood and pieces of bone. It was the devil itself.
The beast walked slowly to its remaining piece of food. It was savouring the taste of its kills. It was licking the blood of its hands. It wasn’t human, but a demon. A demon, with a love for blood and for the hunt. It wanted blood and would kill hundreds for a drop. He reached the man, it blanked his cries. He reached down and stroked his neck. It stopped stroking his neck and picked him up by the neck. The man lashed out with soft punches. Unfazed, the beast fangs extended. It lent forward to the man’s neck, he licked it savouring the taste. The man couldn’t fight this beast. He offered his last pray and asked for the safety of his family. And then the beast fangs tore out his neck. And that was that.
The beast threw the remaining body aside, and howled so loud, so defiantly. It was the king of this forest.
Then the beast started to growl as something was taking control of the body again. The beast fell forwards and offered one last pitiful whimper.