The Crow

The Savage Reaper - Ep 1 P.5

«Meanwhile, somewhere else in Sweden, another story unfolds»

They say that if a beast were to taste the flesh of a human, they would be driven to madness as they crave for human flesh and blood.

This statement implies how valuable humans are as a species.

I never could've imagined how delicious human flesh could be
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until now.

"Oliver...? What happened to you? How did you get your nails to be that big? What...What the hell happened to your face"

"Oliver? Are you listening? Are you in there? Please answer me!"

Her scent was tempting, as if it was flirting with me. Trish's scent was dragging me in, and I couldn't back away.

"D-Don't come any closer...Oliver, please! ANSWER ME!"

"No...No...No-No-NO! GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER! OLIVER, PLE-"

Blood began to slowly pour out of Trish's mouth and hung from her lips. I looked at her, dead in the eyes as she gasped for air. Her life slowly vanishing away.

My hand had busted through her belly as I could fell her inner, slimy and slippery intestines, blood leaking from her stomach.

I watched as the life in her eyes slowly disappeared as they rolled up, her body going limp.

I quickly pulled out my hand as I then began to eat her flesh. I started from her arms, eating away the crispy skin then tearing down to her juicy muscles. I became addicted to the taste. My nose caught a delicious smell beyond my imagination. The smell of guts and intestines, just from the smell. I could tell that it would taste much more exquisite than any other body part so I savored it.

How did it all begin? When did I start craving for flesh so much? Maybe it was because of that one trip to the woods or perhaps during that late night walk in the streets, I don't even remember anymore. I just know I need flesh.

I chomped down every muscle in her body until there was nothing but bones, I then began to feast upon her intestines, I ripped out her heart and raised it above my head, sticking out my tongue as I drank her bittersweet blood.

"It seems like you're gone beyond hope. I may have to kill you. Although I'd rather not."

I swung my head back to see a man with a white feathered cloak standing with his hands in his pockets.

His voice was mature despite him looking like he is in his teens. He had yellow on his iris but black around his pupil, which made his eyes seem to glow out in the darkness.

His hair was white as snow, rough and sharp with black horns on his head. He was an abnormal being.

The man continued, "What a horrible thing to do, you dragged your one true love in a dark and desolate place like this only to kill her and feast upon her flesh. How despicable..."

My body had regained its fuel and I felt stronger than ever before. I could feel hair growing from my skin as I hissed with my fangs. My body shifted and shaped itself into that of a Lycanthrope.

He didn't seem to be intimidated, only giving a slight smirk as he replied, "What's the matter, Fluffy? Can't find your master?"

"What did you call me!? I'll rip out your throat!" I roared.

He gestured a clap as he slightly bent his knees. "Aww, seem like fluffy is feeling a little down. Come on, fluffy, let's take you out for a walk."