I looked towards my prey, his eyes full of fear. I had him cornered. I grinned at him evilly. I could hear his soul's wavelength. It was frantic, much like his heart, but I couldn't care less about his organs or his blood. That soul is what I want. And it's what I'll get.

I reached for a knife attached to my side, and I held it in my hand tightly. He tried scrambling away while I had glanced back shortly, but I caught him. Pinning the teenager against the alley wall harder, pressing down on his throat. He gasped out, trying to get air. As much as I would have loved to tear him apart for his soul, I loved to watch people suffer.

His hands gripped around my wrist. I felt something penetrate my skin shortly. He was a weapon, a mace more likely than not seeing that spikes came from his hands. The pain was brief. I laughed under my breath.

"Silly boy.. It will take much more than that to stop me from devouring your soul~" I whispered, still grinning manically in his ear. I pulled back, seeing his eyes wide with terror. His breath was short and not helping his lack of air. I took my chance and plunged the knife into his stomach and pulled up, tearing his skin and organs underneath my blade. The feeling felt good in my hands.

I smiled contently as the blood from his open wound poured on my hand. My other hand had clamped over his mouth to cover his dying scream. I felt blood choke up from his throat onto that hand as well.
The boy's body eventually fell limp to the ground, the rest of his blood pouring out into a large puddle. I waited for a couple seconds as his body was wrapped around in a dark circle. I grinned, looking at the blue floating ball. My prize of a good hunt. I reached down at it, grabbing its tail and bringing it up to my mouth, eating it whole.

I felt a slight shiver of pleasure as it went down. I felt stronger. I felt like I could kill more. I know I could, but I needed a low profile here in Death City. It's actually a shock to me none of the stupid meisters and weapons from the academy were already there. They must be a patheic class this time around.. Death should be ashamed.. Most people like me usually avoid this city. I said why not. I've been here for a couple days and found some of the best tasting souls I've ever had. I'm not sure why, but I'm not going to waste my thoughts. I have much better things to do, there are other souls to be devoured.

I felt a burning in my throat, it was like a never ending hunger.. I could never curb it. Sometimes I couldn't bear it. It can hurt, but never kill. That only makes my drive even more. I need more souls. It wasn't something that could be ignored. I felt like a drug addict. Only, this isn't hurting me. Its making me stronger.. every soul I eat makes me stronger. I feel it. And I love the way it does.

Night fell quickly. I needed to find shelter for the night, but I eventually found an empty room for a hotel not far from my location. I needed to be quiet though.. the landlord doesn't know I'm here.

Sleep that night came easily to me. Some people are surprised to hear considering what I do, but they don't seemt o get it. I'm higher than them. I'm stronger. I'm better. They are feeding a being that is greater than them in everyway, if anything, they should be grateful their soul was good enough for my liking. I am a very picky eater.

I woke up to a bright morning and a man yelling at me to get out. I hurriedly left the hotel and went on my way. I may be someone who likes to kill, but I'm not stupid. That's why I decided to deal with the burning in my throat, just for a little while, to see who I had for competition. I made my way to the DWMA. I wonder who dares to challenge me..