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The first thing it felt was hunger. Hunger it had never felt before, a sensation almost like something was gnawing on it’s very Soul. It needed to eat, it needed to stop this hunger before it consumed it completely. It needed needed needed to eat. It knew, it knew that if it didn’t eat it would simply cease to be, it would have no information to sustain itself. It needed to eat the Everything of others, it was the only way.

The world blurred by as it searched for food, hazy and unfocused as it relied on it’s unnatural instincts to find food. Red cut through the haze like that which cut through it. It was not so hungry anymore. It was quiet as it stared down at its meal, almost remorseful. It had been like the meal once, so fragile and tender. It felt bad for a moment. The poor woman hadn’t deserved it, but it needed to eat. It needed to eat to live. It smacked it’s lips and grimaced, the woman was a heavy drinker. It did not feel so bad anymore, it hated alcohol.

It sat down on it’s meal to think. It stared at the moon and contemplated it’s beauty. A waxing gibbous moon, one phase away from being full. So close to being full, so, so close. It felt like “death” itself almost didn’t exist. It didn’t remember being so close to the moon before, how could it have ever lived without it?

It thought about how the past three days have gone. It thought about how much it learned as it toyed with the dead woman’s fingers, breaking the bones one by one just to hear that satisfying snap. Did it always enjoy such things? It didn’t remember, but it certainly enjoyed the thought of inflicting pain now. It enjoyed a lot of things that it didn’t remember enjoying before.

It thought about how it felt right now. It felt so many things, it felt so much that it felt like its heart was trying to tear itself out of its chest.

It felt a sadness that it had never felt before. A sense of despair, a sense of loss. It missed it’s friend. It had never had friends before, it would never have friends again. Its friend had probably been the only person who it had ever felt entertained by, the only one who ever really understood and taught it. It would miss the fun times they had.

It felt rage. It had felt rage before, it had felt the hottest burning rage. It felt that kind of fury, the fury that made it want to kill. It wanted to kill that which took away its friend, that monster that had made it into what it was. For that thing could be nothing but a monster, no human could do the things that the beast had done. But it too was a beast, it had the power to fight beasts like itself now.

But most of all, it felt hate. It felt so so much hate. Hate for that which caused it’s loss, that object of it’s fury. It felt hate for all of humanity, it felt hate for that which humanity considered heroes. It felt hate for the beasts that tore through the city, it hated how they fought and killed everything around them. It felt hate for the city around it, the battleground that facilitated these beasts. It felt hate for the ritual that took place around it, for the ritual was the source of the worlds woes and its woes as well. It felt hate for how hungry it was, it was so so hungry. It hated being hungry, it hated humans, it hated heroes, it hated monsters, it hated beasts, it hated life, it hated hated hated hated hated hated

[color=red][b]H̪̥̞̮͇̒ͥ͡A̫͇͕̺T̨͎̫͎̯̖̗̂͆̈́̐̇͐E̝̓͞ ̱̩
̵̰̪̖H͉̥͖̳̞̼̘͗ͧ̔ͭͫ͑͝A͎̳͙͕̋T͢E̮̟̰̯͑ ̬̜̹͋̌͛̀
̈̌̇͝H̒̃̽ͯ͞Ą̌̔̋͂T̳̱̻̤̍͒̏ͩͦͬͅĒ̐̈́̇̊̽͠ ̷͛ͥ̓̐
̟̹̓͌̉̍͡Ḥ̺̙͈̜͐ͯ̒̚A̼̗͔͎̪̬͔͂͒͛͌̽̆T͆̄̍̍̄ͮ̈Ĕ̻͉̪̜̤͢ ̶̱̮̰́̄ͩͧ̏͑ͣ
̦̠̰̮̖͙̗̐ͫͩ̈́̇͜H̗͈̺͚̥̏Ã̝̲̺̭̬̮͐̎͛͆̉ͪṰ̸̟̣̗͋̈ͪͅẺ̫͛͂̃ͥͩ͌͘ ̝ͬ̓̾̓͛ͅ
̯͇̜̙ͣ̑̿̾ͫH̱̘̗͊A̰̰̪̲̬̎͐͂͆́́̕T͗̑̆E̦͋̿̇̊ͅ ͉̪̻͉̺̰
͎͇̚H̑͒͐A͊͏̲̮̥̬̻T̏ͪ͆̇̄E̥̳̞͂ͅ ̻̦̹̙̩͈̺̌
̱ͥ̊̄̄H̦̼̜̘̮̪̳̽̊̆͒̃A̠̎̒̇̍́Ṭ̵͗ͯ̌ͬ̄Ē̓̄͆ ̮̖̜̯̠͈̄̃͘
̛̲̩͙͎̬ͯ̓͗́̐ͬͥH̡̖̯̼̩̳̑̓̆Ȧ͉̞̍̀̈́̎͢T̺͇̽̄ͣ̂ͩ͂E̼̻̰̻̼͒͠ ̪̫̺͖̩͎ͧ̔͗̄͑ͯ̕
͚̰̱ͨͬͦ̍Ḥ̞͙̗̟͇̊ͪ̽ͪͫ͛ͤ̀ͅA̰͚̝͍͚ͧ͐ͫͦ̐̑T͓̥͎̼͕̥̙Eͣͣͨ҉̞̳̤̗͓̥ ͍̮ͫ
̨͓̩̘̹̫̎̄̋͑H̪̘ͅA̜̱͍͖͚͕͒T͙͖̤̥̈͞Ȇ̲͋͞[/b][/color]

[color=red]”Yes. I feel hate. I have never felt hate before, it is a good feeling. It makes my blood flow, gives me a reason to continue onwards.”[/color] Yes, hate is very good, it would hold onto this hate tightly, store it in its heart forever. It would recall this hate when it faltered, when it fell. When it was on the floor, bleeding and wanting to give up, it would hate. When it faced down fellow beasts and monsters, it would let itself be pushed on to victory by this hate. It would hate and hate and hate. 

But for now it was bored. Hatred can really only occupy you for so long, something else is needed to fill time. Its hate simmered and faded, pushed to the back of its mind by a numbing boredom as it kicked its legs back and forth. Hmm, what should it do to stop being so bored? It hated being bored, but this hate was not good. This hate felt emptier, like a void which sucked all fun from life. Perhaps it should eat, eating could fill the void.

A loud bang echoed through the town, a small piece of metal embedding itself into the ground near its feet. Metal rattled against metal as it got up and turned around, watching its scared prey point something at it. Ah yes, a gun. A newer piece of technology, something it had never dealt with before. The young man holding the gun was scared, the fear was as bright as the sun itself. The way his heart beat so fast, the smell of piss staining the air, the sweat that glistened on his skin, it could observe every inch of his fear. 

The young man opened its mouth, whether it be to issue a warning or beg for mercy it cared not. All it cared was that a meal was serving himself to it and it was hungry still. It leapt towards the man, another bang rang out through the night. Then silence. And then… the sound of a body hitting the floor. 

It clutched the bullet in between the fingers of one hand and clutched the heart of the young man in the other. It clutched the tender organ with a sense of gentleness, raising it to its mouth as if to whisper a lullaby. Then it took a bite out of it like an apple. Delicious. It tossed the bullet away, embedding it into a building a few yards away as an idea dawned on it.

It snapped its fingers, animal like talons bouncing off one another, as its unnatural red eyes widened, filled with excitement. [color=red]”Yes, a way to act on my hate, quell my hunger, and have fun! How wonderful!”[/color] It clapped its hands together once like a child discovering something new, inadvertently crushing the sack of meat and blood between its hands. It did not care, it was more focused on finding a buffet. It spotted the Native District, engulfed in flames of the rioting people, undefended people who focused their own hate on their own hated things. 

Sticky red blood clung to its clothes, giving the creature pause as it observed its clothes finally. It would have to get new clothes now, how annoying. It kicked the corpse, caving in its chest in annoyance. It briefly considered cleaning up after its meal, but it cared not in the end. Someone else would clean it up, someone else always did. It would be an unusual death, but it wanted people to see its work. It wanted that object of hatred to fear what it had made.

Yes, this would be the perfect way to spend the next few nights. Strike out at its hate, watch the life fade from their eyes and mock their efforts. Tear apart the ritual that had torn it apart, return to its- no. It would not return, it was not the same as it was before. It could never return to that life, not when it no longer held life. Yet another thing it hated, it has hated more in the past hour than it ever did throughout its span of existence. It was so wonderful.

And so it leapt into the native district, filling the night with the screams of the innocent and the rage fueled shouts of the oppressed. The Native District rioted with a monster in their midst, the Cursed Apostle would engrave his existence into the city known as Fuyuki. He would make them all pay. Ah yes, it was not an it. It was a he. He would make sure to never forget what he was again.