Erik stood in his room, hearing the enormous explosions all around him. . . debris fell down on him, but he somehow survived all of the decimation. The destruction filled his ears and he closed shut his eyes hard, drowning out everything so he could just remain sane. He heard the crying and the deaths of the dying, people in their last moments. He did not enjoy their pain but there was a part of him that felt good, as if his tongue had touched the meat of prey, and he reveled in the agony even as his heart seemed to shrivel and burn in the pain of feeling his friends and rivals alike excruciatingly shuffle off this mortal coil. He crawled out of the debris, noticing no survivors around him. . . there was a dead woman, a young girl, maybe no more than ten years old if that, just laying there, and no one to see him. . . he crawled, steadily towards her, ready to bite into her. . . unable to contain his hunger.