Although it is true that a majority of Cryptids spawn from fear and are of the Phobian varieties, there are other emotions that can spawn them. The second most commonly drawn from emotion is anger. Since the word Phobia is taken from a Greek word, the classification of the Cryptids who are connected to anger instead are classified under a Greek word as well. Thymos, anger. Thymosian cryptids, though not quite as common as Phobian and with less known varieties, are not necessarily more or less dangerous than others simply because they are less common. Agents on the field should always act with the utmost caution when dealing with any cryptids, especially Thymosian ones, as they display higher levels of aggression and violence then their Phobian counterparts ~ Excerpt from the Black Eagle Archives - Cryptids 101

A woman, malnourished, near dead, practically emaciated while still alive, lay chained to a gray stone wall like that of a basement. She has gray, discolored skin, long black dirty hair, and a dirty white dress. Despite her weakened state she struggles against the chains making gargled failed attempts at growling. The chains rattle and shake as the neat dead near feral woman fights with what little she has. All she knows is anger, all she desires is revenge. Seething with scorn, bubbling up from inside her she can feel as her hatred only grows. Bottomless, endless, red fury. Drawn from the deepest blackest abyss of her soul.

The woman’s raspy voice comes out, barely audible, barely human. Scratchy and distorted. “Kill you… killlllll youuuuu…. My anger will not die… will not cease, even after my death. It will outlive me… out live you… will not rest… until your corpse lay bloated at its feet. Kill you… kill you… even if it's the last thing… I… do…” The woman finally goes limp, her fight seemingly drained from her body. After a moment, a hand reached out to check for a pulse. “Damn, and here I thought with that resolve you'd last longer then the others. Oh well, this suits me just fine. After all, a corpse can't-”

The man is interrupted as the woman's body suddenly twitches. Her eyes open showing the milky white eyes of a corpse. The chain breaks and the woman hits the ground before being hoisted back up by the rattling chains that connect to the ceiling and wrap around her assailant. The chains move across the ceiling and floor, pulling the woman's ragdoll body like a puppet on strings. A macabre marionette who's strings or rather chains have wrapped around the object of her undying hatred. With a quick motion and a rattling of chains, they are suddenly moved, taking parts of the man with them. Snapping his neck, breaking his limbs, leaving him a broken and bloody mess on the ground.

The chains rattle as the woman's feet touch the ground as the ceiling chains continue to move her. “Kill you… killlll youuuuu… killlll youuuu… kill kill kill kill kill…” The woman's raspy voice continued as her corpse was puppeteered through the house, pulling her from the basement she was locked up in to the upper floor. There, another man sat in a recliner, watching TV. The woman walks with the chains rattling, finger pointed at him. He turns to see where the rattling is coming from it to shoot out of his chair in horror. He scoots backwards on the ground as a raspy voice echoes. “Kill you… kill… you… kill you…” the chains reach out and snare the terrified man, before suddenly jerking. Snapping and crackling echoes through the building, his broken and twisted corpse hits the floor with a wet plop.

The chains then pull the woman back into the basement, where she sinks into the wall like a ghost, her raspy voice still echoing even after she vanishes into the wall. “Kill you… kill… you… kill you… kill you… KILL YOU!” And then finally it fades, the signs of the woman’s presence was what remained of the chains as well as the blood and dirt in the walls and floor where her body once sat.

Pitch got a call late at night from General Ishwada. The former General had been called in on a case due to its brutal and unnatural looking nature. The lead cop happily hands the case over to Black Eagle, not knowing fully what they do besides dealing with the crazy and strange that the cops would rather not. Since Pitch was now a full time consultant Ishwada called him in to assist with the investigation. Pitch had just gotten back home after a feeding when he got the call, and prayed it wasn't for his fresh kill.

He was relieved when he once again found himself in front of a house marked off with crime scene tape. Ishwada was there to greet him. “Holden.” The former General offered a nod. Pitch returned the nod. “Ishwada.” He then looked at the house. “So what exactly do we have going on here?” Ishwada lifted the tape and gestured for Pitch to enter. Pitch goes under the tape and holds it up for Ishwada. “Ah, the kind of thing that's better off shown.”

Pitch is escorted to the living room where the body of a somewhat rotund and unkempt man lay broken. Pitch made his observations out loud. “Overweight, tank top and boxers, covered in dust and crumbs from snacks. His shirt is stained with food and drinks. A slob.” He looks around the room. “The room is oddly clean, only one drink cup and one spilled bag of chips. Prosteen. He definitely doesn't care for himself so he doesn't live alone.” He looked over the corpse again. “His face is frozen in an expression of fear, the brakes are surprisingly clean. It was quick, with surplus strength to snap him like this. Whatever did this was strong.”

Pitch takes a second look at the living room, then the corpse. “He was sitting in that chair when he suddenly fell over the side, tipping it and knocking over his table. He crawled backwards and then… snap. He has marks from what did it. Something thin and long like… a rope? No, a chain.” Pitch looked around the room. Something was off that he couldn't quite place. “Is this the only body?” Ishwada shook his head and led Pitch downstairs and into the basement where a few Black Eagle members checked the scene. There he saw the second victim. “Muscular, but similarly minimalist dress. Tank top and boxers. Neither of these guys were planning on going anywhere. His outfit is clean, minus some sweat stains on his tank top. He definitely takes better care of himself than the other guy.”

Pitch leans in closer. “Same cause of death, a sudden and strong pulling and twisting motion. However, he was caught more off guard than the other guy.” Pitch looked at the wall and the chains and touched it, a shiver goes up his spine. “Someone was bound here by these chains, but they… aren't broken. They simply disconnected. Whoever was kept here was likely in rough condition. Dirty, unkempt, and likely malnourished. They had someone prisoner down here and…” Pitch touched the wall again and suddenly took several steps back. “I can still feel them, or rather, their final emotions. Soaked into this very wall. The anger and resentment… a poltergeist, or as you would know it, an Onrio.”

Ishwada raised an eyebrow. “You were able to deduce that from… the leftover emotional energy and the state of this place and the victims?” Pitch looks to Ishwada. “What’s our next move?” Ishwada put his hand on his chin. “Onrio are notoriously difficult to handle because of how unique each one can be. There are a set of common abilities all of them have. They can seemingly move through walls and manifest from inside objects. They are often anchored to the location they spawned in. They hunt and haunt the target of their rage until they die and then they tend to lash out at least on anyone that resembles their original target that enters the area they inhabit and at most literally anyone that triggers them.”

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Pitch sighs. “And the trigger could be anything from stepping foot in this building to disturbing the site they died to being even slightly aggressive to a woman in their area. We obviously can't leave her here so I'm guessing we perform an exorcism of sorts.” Ishwada nods. “That’s one way to put it. Though proper holy water is a pain to get.” Pitch blinks a few times before looking at Ishwada. “There's… proper holy water?” Ishwada nods. “It's a bit of a long story but if someone truly believes they can sanctify water or objects it works. However these anomalous objects often don't work as well in the hands of someone that doesn't believe in them. It's thought that the emotional energies directed at the object can alter its properties much like a smaller scale of how Cryptids work.”

Pitch thinks about this information for a moment. “So crosses work on Cryptids but only when held by a true believer and holy water can be made but only in someone who truly believes they can make it? That's kinda weird but honestly all things considered it's whatever. Wait… dies that mean iron and salt works on ghosts?” Ishwada groans. “Unfortunately a building has to be altered into an anomalous object and that can take a long time depending on the size of the building and the number of people in it.” Pitch's eyes widened. “Wait, that means most churches are in fact holy ground! Wouldn't that mean Doppelgangers and Succubi can't enter churches?”

Ishwada sighs again. “Dopples can enter churches just fine, Succubi however can't enter most churches.” Pitch hums as he absorbs the new information. He then hesitantly touches the wall again. Ishwada glares at him. “Didn't you say that could trigger her? Aren't you scared?” Pitch looked back at Ishwada. “I said it could, doesn't mean it will. Also no, I'm not scared. Nervous maybe. I always did have a weird crush on Sadako growing up.”

Ishwada blinked and looked at Pitch a bit confused. “You… what? I figured your trauma would have made you steer away from horror movies.” Pitch shook his head. “Just the opposite actually. It was like I was chasing that same feeling. Where I got so scared I reached a paradoxical serenity. However, nothing I watched was scary enough so I eventually watched the original Ring with subtitles after a recommendation. Eventually as I grew I had a… thing for spooky ladies. What started with Sadako was later reinforced with horror games. The nurses from Quiet Valley and even Wraith from Evolve.” Ishwada lets out a huff. “You ain't normal kid.”

Pitch chuckles. “Yeah, apparently I've been a weirdo since before I stopped being human.” Ishwada grumbles. “I'd prefer you not remind me you're a Cryptid hybrid. Also, the fact that's happened to two members of your family is suspicious.” Pitch grumbled. “My circumstances are different from his. He was infected and his twisted mind altered what he became. I was… less willing to be a monster. I'd give just about anything to be human again, he tossed his humanity away before he was a Cryptid.”

Ishwada took a moment to respond. “Right, sorry. Anyway… I'll see if we have any holy water in stock.” He turns around and starts going up the stairs and Pitch starts to follow. He stopped and looked around when he thought he heard a rattling sound. Pitch pushed a goon forward and launched himself backwards as a woman bound in chains changing from the ceiling dropped down out of nowhere, dangling there like a marionette on strings. Pitch looked at the woman. “Man, if I weren't in a relationship, I totally would.” Ishwada who was still on the steps and turned around when he heard people fall over just gave Pitch a look. “This isn't the time to be weird James, get serious.”

Pitch scrambled up off the ground brushing himself off. “I am being serious, I just can't help myself around such a horror hottie.” He then gives the woman a playful wave. “Sup.” The Cryptid woman growls at Pitch before pointing at him and sending her chains at him. He manages to dodge them. “A simple no would have been enough.” The Onrio lets out a small roar before whipping another chain at Pitch who dodges. “Alright, plan b. Was hoping I could disrupt the angry energy with a different kind of energy.” Ishwada shouts at Pitch. “And you thought lust would do the trick?! She was bound by two guys, one of whom looks like an incel.”

Pitch continued to dodge the attacks. “Well at least she's focused on me, but I definitely won't have the time for you to grab holy water. You think you could get me a set of bolt cutters instead? I bet there's one in the garage.” Ishwada was about to protest, but remember how Pitch had a habit of knowing just what to do. So he nodded. “On it.” Before rushing up the stairs. Pitch continued to run, dodging and weaving while making sure none of the Black Eagle goons got hit by mistake. “You know, if you're not going to help, you could at least get out of the way. Seriously, you might as well be wearing red shirts over that black armor.”

Eventually Ishwada returned and slid the bolt cutters at Pitch. “They were out in the open, no idea what you plan on doing with them though.” The Onrio continued to flail chains at Pitch who took glancing whipping blows to his arm as he moved to the bolt cutters, giving them a couple test chops. The Onrio chanted at Pitch. “Kill you… kill you.” Over and over again as she tried to attack him. He dodged to the side of an attack that nearly hit him in the face as he reached over and grabbed the chain, wrapping it around his hand and pulling on it.

Pitch gets in real close and snaps the bolt cutters on the shackle on one of the woman's arms, cutting it off. He continued to take glancing blows as he aimed for the shackles, taking off the ones in the limbs first, some needing multiple tries and cuts. Pitch's body was covered in marks from the whipping but he was still in one piece and avoided getting grabbed. When he finally went for the shackle on the woman's neck however, she reached out and grabbed the bolt cutters. She wrenched them from Pitch’s hand and snapped them in two. “Kill you. Kill you. Kill… you…”

Pitch cursed under his breath before speaking. “Fine, fuck it, we ballin’” he said before charging in recklessly and taking several hits on the way. He jumped onto her back wrapping his legs around her waist as he grabbed the shackle with his bare hands. The woman flailed and tried to get him off her back with her hand and whipped him several times but he did not stop. Eventually with a grunt of effort the shackle started to strain and open before there was a sudden snapp and Pitch flew off the woman's back.

Now, without her chains to command, the angry Cryptid charged at Pitch with her bare hands. He simply side stepped it, grabbed her arm, and pulled her in. He then put her into a hold as he sat on the ground pulling her with. The Cryptid practically in his lap. Pitch let out a soft and kind sounding hush sound as he ran his hand through the matted and dirty hair. “Shhh… it's okay now.” “Kill you. Kill you.” “The shackles and chains are gone now, and they're already dead. You're safe now, you're okay.” Pitch continued to run his hand through her hair and hush her. “Shhh…” “Kill. Kill. Kill.” “I know, I know it's scary, but it's time to let go now. I know we came a bit late, but you're safe now. It's over. Shhhh. Shhhh.”

The angry grunting turned to soft sobbing. “Kill you… kill you. Kill you. Kill…. You… you…” “Shh. It's okay. It's okay. You can let go, it's over. You. Are. Safe. They. Are. Dead. You can rest now. Shhh. You can rest now.” The fully adult looking woman sobbed as small white particles came off her and she shrank to the size of a little girl. The little girl curled up in the fetal position in Pitch's lap as she continued to sob. He simply kept stroking her hair and hushing her. Eventually the sobbing turned to light sniffling, and the little girl dissipated into small white particles that dispersed into the air.

There was a long stunned silence from all the Black Eagle people, including Ishwada, before he put a hand out towards Pitch from a distance. “What in the fuck was that?!” Pitch got up and brushed himself off. “An exorcism, I guess. Her anger wasn't just at the men, it was at never being rescued. So I saved her.” Ishwada blinked a few times. “Last time I exorcized an Onrio, it took a full team of people with holy water super soakers. I lost three guys. And you just… talked one down?” Pitch shrugged. “I'm literally an empath, knowing and understanding how others feel is kinda my jam. I can also project my emotions onto others. So I projected a calming aura.”

The former General blinked a few more times. “Let's just pack up and call it a day.” He orders the mooks to clean the place up as he takes Pitch to the Humvee. “Do you need a doctor? She whipped you pretty good back there.” Pitch groaned. “I'll be fine, I don't even feel this. Won't even leave a bruise. She couldn't have snapped a bone even if she got me in a grapple. It's really hard to injure me, let alone kill me.” Ishwada started driving. “If you say so.” There's a moment of silence. “You did good back there, not a single casualty or even injury outside yourself” Pitch nodded. “Just doing my best to protect my fellow citizens. The innocent ones at least.” Once he was home, Pitch collapsed into his bed, mentally and emotionally exhausted.