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₊˚.༄ Eternal Exodus CHAPTER THREE: ( what does a wolf know about being a dog. )
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There's something grotesque about Chaike's lust for morbid tactics of bloodshed. Some part of her brain preaches the unholiness of her animalistic nature, but the other part of her brain objects such a stance much louder, and it often drowns out the good in her that has been warped by the moving of time. The iron taste of blood sends her into an oblivion of euphoria, and she'd chew her own hand off if it gave her the same satisfaction, but it doesn't. The only time the red liquid tastes like cherry wine that the God's themselves would put towards their lips is when it is someone else's. The hollow empty abyss inside her stomach that hungers for the death of all those who stand in its way is only sated when it's someone else's life on the silver platter.
The blood is not her favorite part though. The true thrill of feasting upon a person was the life, the soul, the energy, whatever you want to call it. Chaike's true hunger was only satisfied when her hands gripped around the beating heart, and her teeth sunk into the flesh like a vampire drinking the blood of its victim. She was a succubus for life, and she'd whore herself out for the adrenaline of eating the raw lifeform like she was a starving man lost in the desert. No alternative would ever give her the same feeling as devouring upon the life of another human being, and she had forgotten a time period in which such a feeling didn't have its claws wrapped around her frail neck.
