Diabolus Feast

People live. People breathe. People dream. People go missing. People bleed. People die. People kill, and so do the pariahs. The pariahs hunt the innocents, feeding off their soul, flesh and blood for sustenance. They are not human, they are not kind, they do not have sympathy or regret - only instinct. Zephyr is close to becoming a full pariah, blood thirsty and savage, born and raised to be the leader of the demonic creatures that lurk in the shadows of Everon. The five pariahs that administer this cult-like society of immorality and close-cannibalism, with the pariahs taking on human forms, have begun preparing their usurpation of the cities. Zephyr is the key to unlocking their ultimate power source, which could lead to all destruction, but he also holds within him the key to Aileen's box - a box containing all that can vanquish the demon inside of him. If only he could fight his urge for fresh meat. ------------------ *DISCLAIMER: None of the images on the story cover belong to me. *Author's Note: This is a simple side-project to pass time whilst I suffer from writer's block for my actual stories ('actual' meaning that I pour immense effort into them) and serves as a way through which I can hone my writing skills. Thanks to Kenya, for the title. Thanks to Kalee, for being such a supportive friend and always helping me out. Thanks to Kevin, for, basically, everything I based my overall plot on, minus the Greek mythology influence.