looking for heaven found the devil in me; any

[Rodrik]

It hungers now. The new born hunger is an obstinate version of the way a newborn carves for food. While once the creature’s biology had made it capable to derive its energy and nutrients from a diet consisting of a variety of food sources, such as plants and berries. These are no longer enough. It desires something more, something that beats with life that is beyond the physical nature of meaty flesh of another. It is the very soul of another it carves – the essence of life itself. It cannot push this desire away, not when it has long been engrained into the biology of the monster to feed on others. Not even the devil could drive its instructive nature away. It was born to prey on the others, after all it is a predator. It follows. It must survive; it must live. It will hunt. The meadow of Beqanna is a favorable hunting ground for it, knowing that new life comes and goes through here. It does not hide within the darkness, behind the shadows of the world. The monster reveals himself to the world, unafraid. What is there to fear when you are the devil himself? He is strung together by bones and muscles. Cartilage, ligaments and tendons are the only thing that hold the monster together. Rotted flesh hangs in strips and patches all over his body. There are few patches of his once bright chestnut coat scattered, but they are ragged and scuffed into one huge mess. As he moves forward, his bones crack, rattling against one another. It sounds as if he will break, but he will not. It eyes are hollowed and lifeless. It is only a hunger that fills his eyes with life. It is the scent of others, the very essence of their souls that keep him moving forward through the meadow. He is an abomination; every nightmare wrapped into one; a demon from hell. He is hungry.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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