There was something about being born from this land but not of it, pleased me to the very depths of my soulless being. The Harvest was about to begin.....
Quin had been a Devour from the day of my conversion, I've know him to be a being of little words. All he did was consume the very souls of both living and dead. Yes, you heard right. Even after death the soul hasn't fully been reclaimed by the Fortunates, leaving us the Unforgiven- the Devours, Parasites, and Unredemmables time to have our way with them.
The fear they release when they have been greeted by us , impounds me and I revel for a millisecond before most times than not taking it for myself. The flow of their past lives consumes me for a brief moment, giving me immense pleasure and power as I see long before the Fortunates make their decision of granting such a thing into their sanctuary, that they stand a chance out of this hell or not. 98% of them usually don't have such 'luck' and become either one of us or nothing but brunch to the many syndicates of Demans here.
Living this long 6,999 years have taught me one thing and that's the smell of Prey Humans fall. We all could smell the mother earth's depths slowly opening, with each passing day...sending the strong scents of the Prey Humans above, unknowing to their soon inevitable demise that brews just below the surface.
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Monster To Be
FantasyEarth soon becomes a feasting ground for the insatiable Demans below, who's coming is cloaked by ages long past and forgotten by generations of the young, the vain, the selfish and the powerful. Leaving the lands in poverty and chaos. Now the UNFORG...
