Darkness was everywhere.
It surrounded his mind and clouded his judgement. It flowed through his veins and spilled onto the sharp stone ground, rising up in thick smoke that killed its prey. It swirled through the air, through the trees, and through the bodies that had been destroyed in battle.
Blood splattered over torn limbs and broken bodies as he stepped over them. His shadow fell against the dead bodies, casting in unnatural shapes. He would see faces, but he only paid attention to the eyes. He could see their souls through them. But now he had devoured their souls. Their eyes were no longer soulful. Their souls were gone, eaten, and soon, they would go to the Land of the Dead where all dead souls finally went in the end.
He needed more.
There was no more food left in here. He and his pack had devoured them all.
Zeron closed his eyes, moving his conscience through the darkness. He could go anywhere he desired, because he didn't have a soul to keep him in one place. His third eye opened, and he sifted through the darkness, finding almost nothing in the Soulands. No more food here. He must relocate.
Felons...he needed more felons. Where could he get more felon souls?
The Darklands. More specifically, the Death Pack.
The thorns of the darkness spread through the lands, tainting them black. Zeron could see endless souls now. The Death Pack had many felons to feast. He tried to reach for the souls, but they were far away. He could never reach them. They just whispered to him, taunting him to devour them. But he couldn't.
He growled into the night, but only his voice echoed back. He was hungry. Thirsty. His hunger reached a level he knew he couldn't stop. It gnawed at his organs, his blood, his mind. It was unbearable. It turned him into an animal more and more each day. No one could save him—this was his pain to bear. His agony. His defect since the day he lost his soul. From that fateful day, all he knew was pure instinct. It kept him alive. It gave him relief from hunger's agony.
That was what he was now—a predator with no soul.
And he liked it that way.
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Soulless Mate
WerewolfHe had no soul. He preyed on those who did. That was what he had become, a carnivorous soul eater. And just when he thought the hunger couldn't get any worse, he was wrong. He found her.
