"Hey. Legato. Can you even hear me? Wake up already. Sheesh…"

His eyes sprang open suddenly, fixing the intruder with a golden hued glare.

'Yes, what is it? Do you have any idea how early it-' He cut off abrubtly, feeling the need rise up within him, the sheer emptiness gnawing away at his pitiful human entrails. He struggled up, ignoring Midvalley's voice in favor of his swimming vision.

"You were having a nightmare or something. Sounded like you were practically dying… or something." He looked at him from the corner of his eye. "Hey, you don't look to good-" He was cut off as Legato sprang to his feet, roughly shoving Midvalley out of the way.

Emptinessblackdeathhungerno…need…needfillbleedpurgethisworthlessflesh-!

Unaware he was broadcasting his all-encompassing thoughts into the Hornfreak's head, like a never ending reel of sensation, he stumbled down the hall, not noticing he was being followed. He reached his destination, wasting no time with such trivial things as neatness or slowly. Anything edible was quickly devoured, he was reaching, taking

needtofillitpurgeitmore!more!

Midvalley could only watch in fascinated horror as Legato, his superior second only to Knives, was reduced to the basest of desires. 'A will to live' he supposed, in some twisted logic, that was what this was. He had seen the hoplessness of his situation, and was doing what he could to cope with it. But it was such a morbid sight. There were limits on how much one could eat, and it was obvious that Legato had quickly surpassed this. His eyes were wide and unseeing, pupils dilated and unaware of the tears streaming down his face even as he continued Icanfeelohmasterfeelneedmore-oh!

There was blood, blood on his hands in his mouth, everywhere. As his body started to shut down, perhaps to protect him from rupturing his stomach, or something similar, Legato only increased his fevered intensity, reaching, trying to get what he needed.

MoremasterohineedthisyouneedmoremoreMORE

But it was hopeless, as devoid his life was with affection, it was with his struggling conciousness, struggling in vain to fill the great aching chasm of pain within his soul. Midvalley stepped forward, grabbing his shoulders in an attempt to keep Legato from harming himself further, and was surprised that he was still able to fight back, twisting around to face him and then- Whatever he was going to do was interrupted by wracking spasms that swept across his body, forcing him into dry retching, refusing to give up what he had, he had what he needed, he-

Legato collapsed into Midvalley's arms, presenting a deadweight for the man to drag all the way back to their respective rooms. He sent a thought out to Knives, wherever he was.

This is what you get when you take away someone's soul, no matter how willingly it was given, you bastard.

And Knives, watching it all from his rooms, after all, how could he not, with all that mental commotion going on, sneered down at him. It didn't matter. In the end, he had his mindless, obedient whore, and his more expendable residents were sure to get their punishment. Punishment for their continued lives, their insignificant, spider 'souls'. He hadn't spent those years for nothing. If this was the price to pay for perfection… He could provide what Legato needed. But he would never let him know what he thought.

Ever.

In Knive's eyes, love is the greatest human sin.