ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔬𝔫

Students walked ignorantly passed you, believing you were similarly disposed. Their mundane lives, though simple and relevant to some extent, could not correspond to the life in which you had decided to lead. Midnight had consumed you, twisting your feeble and mundane mind into something of significance. Like a calm pool of ink, the shadows of your soul rested gently on your heart, stimulating the talent you harbored to control those around you. Manipulation was a game you relished in.
However, you couldn't have unlocked your capabilities without the leadership Simon Hendrix had provided you. His guidance fed you sufficiently until it didn't. Witnessing what you were becoming, he'd removed his support, fearful of the impairment you could cause and lives you could take. Though at first, you were untroubled because you assumed you could support yourself, you were quickly beginning to starve and that lead you to crawl back to him.
Simon didn't want to help or listen to what you had to say. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as you argued your point. "My stomach is turning and churning with greed. Why have you cursed me? I'm yearning to eat? I need something fresher than lies and dead meat. I want it to squirm in my teeth."