Beauty in its Darkest Form

Ines. That is my name. A horrid name for a horrid person, but then I would be flattering myself, no?
I devour souls, indeed, but only for survival, my survival. Besides, what does one less human, one less useless creature do to humanity? Nothing. These humans do not mean anything to me, they are merely another meal, to help me survive. And you wonder what I am? Beauty, in its darkest, most dangerous form.