Of dark and foul smells only the very dead themselves would enjoy, I find myself knee deep in the tainted blood and rotting corpeses of those long departed. What tormented soul could remain in a deserted wasteland such as this, I ask myself as I scrape the tattered remains of a once beautiful creature from the soles of my boots. Bothered not by the horrid scene, but strangely by the hunger from within. I reach down into the emmence pile of bodys to reveal one not so decayed. Drippings of bile and excrement are brushed aside as I tear into this bearly rotten feast. Not since my days as a demon had I tasted such rancid meat, no matter my hunger would allow even living flesh to trickle down my throat if given the opportunity. With my maggot infested meal devoured I take a small helping of hearts and intestines with me just in case the hunger returns. Strange there would have been a time when the very thought of what I had done would have made me tremble in utter disgust at what I had just consumed, but this is not then and I am not that being. It has been said by far to many to count, that I am a being that carrys no name, that I cannot be discribed or categorized. Hmmm? I wonder if that makes me an animal, certainly no mere man nor beast could I be compared to.
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Isis101
03:12 Nov 15 2008
So visual and gross...LOL!
(The writing style is good)...