To Bone, Through Marrow

Eat them and Weep.

Unknown Man: Cut the bullshit
and open your damn eyes.

    Mineko was more than just a child born of greed and lust; she was scrawny and small, her mind swam with worries of falling victim to that of a man were consuming. She cried to herself when she was 6, scared of the new man her mother had brought home when he leered at her, tilted his head, and looked her up and down. He swung his arm around Mineko's mother's shoulder, bared yellowing teeth and licked them, "looks jus' like ya, hot stuff." Her skin crawled, little kitten paws pitter-patting along her fair body in waves.

    She was 9 when her mother got tired of the man and left him; but, that didn't happen before he crawled into Mineko's bed and palmed the developing curve of her body like some hungry beast. She could feel his breath, it smelt of booze and onion chips, making her nape swelter in heat with the heaviness. "Can't wait to have ya, kitty. Ya look tasty." He'd smell her hair, not taking her shiver as a sign to back off, don't touch me! But, as a sign she craved more of the nasty man.

    A year later was when she found herself being consumed by that of the Scrounge Devil; it's form a weak, skinny, and big-eyed black cat. It purred as it ate her soul, satisfied with the greedy desire to be free of this world. "M-Mommy, I want my mommy—!" Mineko sobbed, not from the pain of her withering being, but from her mother's memory fading. She died earlier that year, stabbed by a man on the side of the street. And, all for the flower between her legs. Oh, child, mother can't help you now.

    But, I can.

    When Mineko was 12, she found the man who slipped his way into her bed at night, groped his nasty, calloused hands along her innocent skin, and mouthed nasty threats against the shell of her ear. She could only imagine what her mother would think of her if she saw what her dear, sweet Mineko was doing. But, all Mineko did was laugh and dig her claws into the dirty skin of the gross man, grin at his cries and begs for mercy, and leer with an intent only known as malicious. "Hey, mister, didn't you want to play with me? What's wrong? Why not now?"

    She licks her lips, pearly white and long canines baring for the man to shrink away from. She grazes his neck, feels his pulse spike against the long tooth, before digging forward with her mouth open wide; "Bon appétit."

Mineko / SCROUNGE DEVIL

Denji / CHAINSAW DEVIL