Locusts are one of the cruelest plagues that curse humanity. But how can such small creatures be so fearsome? Compensating for their fragility and size with the number, they form immense clouds. They devour and raze all crops, being more fearsome than fire. Where there was once plenty, they take famine. But what could be a crueler punishment than a swarm of locusts? Some sadistic god must have been inspired by this plague, to have given rise to such a terrible creature. Of titanic proportions, with a stiff spiked carapace for skin and large beetle horns, this abominable monster is not content to devour men's crops. He also wants to devour them, with a singular preference for children: nothing pleases him more than to put an end to the offspring of men. His torso, hollowed out in the ribs, has something terrible for its purpose. Having the habit of swallowing their victims alive, they are slowly digested in their womb, in a demonic spectacle. Those who are lucky enough not to become food for the monster are forced to witness the sight of their neighbors, colleagues, friends and even children being slowly dissolved in acid and crushed by the movement of the viscera, which uselessly scream for help from within that living dungeon.
