Write a story about Gargoyles coming to life at night in an ancient land . Winner gets an orchestral piece written about it ! [ WP ]

A bit long. Sorry. 
 
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 `` Grotesques,'' Peter said to the group of gargoyles on the roof around him, `` They call us grotesques.'' 
 
 Reginald raised a finger, `` Well, that's just not very nice!'' He was much smaller than the others, but he was without a doubt the wisest. 
 
 Peter nodded, `` We've been here for centuries, warding away the evils of the night, and they call us grotesque.'' 
 
 Peter lowered his head and examined his sculpted body. Sure, it was n't exactly human, but grotesque? Ugly? His creator had spent weeks perfecting Peter's form. He was not grotesque. 
 
 `` Well, I think you're handsome!'' a sweet voice broke the somber silence, `` I think we're all perfect just the way we are!'' It was Margaret. Nobody liked Margaret. 
 
 `` Shut up,'' Peter's voice was unusually cold. As the defacto leader of the gargoyle troupe he usually at least tolerated everyone and tried to keep the peace. Something was different now, `` They're ungrateful. They've forgotten why the men of old put us here. They no longer fear the night.'' 
 
 Reginald locked eyes with Peter and a concerned look came across his face, `` What are you getting at, Peter?'' 
 
 Peter stood to his full height and spread his wings. At almost nine feet tall it was a terrifying sight. He was a monstrosity and in all reality he *was grotesque* in every sense of the word, `` Maybe they need to be reminded of why we're here. Maybe they need to be reminded of what we do for them! Maybe they need to be reminded that without us they are nothing!'' 
 
 His booming voice echoed through the night sky like a canon. 
 
 The six gargoyles on the roof sat in silence. They all stared at Peter. His chest was heaving. He was entirely consumed by rage. 
 
 It was Reginald who broke the silence, `` Peter... we have a very specific task. We were created to protect them. That is the sole reason for our existen-'' 
 
 His monologue was cut short. Peter's clawed hand was wrapped around Reginald's throat. The tiny gargoyle struggled in futility against the mighty grip of Peter. Cracks began to form on the sides of his neck and after a few moments his head shattered into dust. The rest of his body fell to the rooftop as a heap of broken stone. 
 
 Margaret cried out, `` No! Peter! Why!?'' 
 
 Peter swung his massive spiked tail around and silenced her almost immediately. Her eyes turned a cold, stony grey as the life faded from her. 
 
 Peter looked to the remaining gargoyles with a stern look. There were now four including himself. The other three avoided his gaze. He strode to the edge of the roof and looked down from atop the massive cathedral. A few lonely figures walked down the streets, their silhouettes emblazoned by the torches that dotted the intersections. 
 
 Peter chose his target. A drunkard meandering back and forth down the main causeway. He leaped from the rooftop and extended his wings. He glided silently down into the world of humans. 
 
 They would once again fear the night.
