The Feast of Fears

The Devour

Jameson's eyes snapped back into focus, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. He looked down at his hands, and they were no longer his own. They were larger, stronger, and more menacing.

He turned to see Mr. Henry's body lying on the ground, his eyes fading to black as the life drained from them.

Jameson felt a strange sensation, as if he was being pulled apart and put back together again. His mind was cloudy, and his thoughts were foggy.

As he stumbled through the wasteland, he noticed that the women he passed were staring at him with a mixture of fear and fascination. They seemed drawn to him, as if mesmerized by something about him.

Jameson's instincts took over, and he began to stalk his prey. He targeted a young woman with piercing green eyes, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind.

Without hesitation, Jameson pounced, his massive hands wrapping around her waist like a vice. The woman screamed as he lifted her off the ground, her legs kicking wildly as he carried her away.

Jameson's mind was consumed by a primal urge, driven by the power coursing through him. He ravaged the woman, tearing at her clothes and flesh with an animalistic ferocity.

As the life drained from her eyes, Jameson felt an intense satisfaction wash over him. He had never felt so powerful in his life.

The next few days blurred together in a haze of bloodlust and violence. Jameson roamed the wasteland, leaving a trail of dead women in his wake. He felt invincible, unstoppable.

But as the days passed, Jameson began to notice something strange. The women he killed seemed to be... changing. Their bodies were transforming into something new, something monstrous.

Their skin was growing paler, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. They were becoming like him, creatures driven solely by their basest desires.

And Jameson knew that he was the source of this transformation. The power of the symbol had changed him into something inhuman, something that craved blood and destruction.

As he gazed upon his reflection in a broken mirror, Jameson saw a monster staring back at him. He realized that he had lost himself completely, consumed by the dark energy that coursed through his veins.

And yet... a part of him still lingered, a spark of humanity that refused to be extinguished.

The monster's ears perked up at the sound of the phone ringing. It was a sound he hadn't heard in what felt like an eternity. As he approached the receiver, his monstrous body creaked and groaned, the weight of his own transformation evident.

He picked up the phone, and a groggy voice answered. "Hello?"

"Jameson, it's Maya," a familiar voice said on the other end. "I've been trying to reach you for days. Where are you?"

The monster's mind struggled to process the words. Maya? Who was she? He didn't know, but something about her voice sent a spark of recognition through his mind.

"I'm... I'm okay," he stammered, trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind.

Maya's voice was filled with concern. "Jameson, what's going on? You're not making any sense. We need to talk."

The monster's eyes narrowed. This could be the opportunity he had been waiting for. He needed to find a way to bring about Devour, and this Maya might just be the key.

"I need to see you," he said, his voice low and menacing.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Maya agreed to meet him.

As they arranged to meet at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the monster's mind began to spin with excitement. He could almost taste the power that awaited him.

When Maya arrived at the warehouse, she found Jameson waiting for her. But it wasn't the Jameson she knew. His eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and his skin seemed to ripple and writhe like a living thing.

"Jameson?" Maya asked, taking a step back.

The monster's smile spread wide. "Ah, Maya," he purred. "I've been waiting for you."

Maya's eyes widened in horror as Jameson reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. "You're not my Jameson," she whispered.

But it was too late. The monster had already begun to manipulate her, using his unnatural powers to bend her will to his command.

And as they entered the warehouse, the moon rising high in the sky above them, Jameson knew that this was just the beginning of his plan.

For tonight was full moon, and he needed to use The Origin on Maya when she was pregnant with his child..

The monster's grip on Maya's wrist tightened as he pulled her deeper into the warehouse. She struggled and kicked, but he was too strong, too powerful.

"You're going to help me bring about Devour," he growled, his voice like a low rumble of thunder.

Maya's eyes were wide with fear as she gazed up at the monster. She saw the recognition in his eyes, the glimmer of the man she once knew. But it was gone now, replaced by a monstrous entity driven solely by its own desires.

As they reached the center of the warehouse, Jameson's body began to glow with an otherworldly energy. Maya felt it coursing through her veins, drawing her closer to the monster.

"Please," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this."

But it was too late. Jameson's power surged through her, and she felt herself becoming one with the monster. Her body began to change, her skin stretching and contorting in ways that defied human anatomy.

As the full moon hung low in the sky, Jameson's transformation reached its peak. He was no longer a man, but a creature driven by his basest instincts.

And Maya, now a vessel for his power, was pregnant with his child.

The monster's roar echoed through the warehouse as he claimed Maya as his own. The air was thick with an unnatural energy as he devoured her, his body consuming hers in a frenzy of passion and bloodlust.

As the night wore on, the world outside seemed to fade away. The only sound was the monster's roar, and the screams of those who had once been human.

And when the sun rose again, Jameson was gone, leaving behind only a trail of destruction and chaos.

But the true horror was only just beginning...