(A/N) *Disclaimer:* I may not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, but I do own... No, nevermind, I don't own that either. Eh... *cough* ...Enjoy the story!
In a matter of speaking, he does not exist,
forever driven by the primal instinct of his kind.
To tear, mercilessly, the one thing that matters most from people, right out of their bodies.
To feast, right in front of their expiring, empty eyes.
To enjoy the taste of the iron and salt in his mouth; the look of true pain etched upon the faces of his victims -- a simple, pure emotion he will and can never have the displeasure of experiencing, or even begin to comprehend.
He gorges himself on that which is supposed to make him complete, whole.
Yet, his appetite is never sated, his bloodlust never to cease, and a certain part of him realizes this.
However, he shall keep inflicting pain,
Continue tearing,
Continue feasting,
Continue enjoying.
Because, he has never known anything else; cannot imagine anything else.
As the luscious rubicund liquid traces its way down his chin in intricate rivulets of repulsion, he cannot feel anything but his burgeoning sense of bloodlust becoming all the more overwhelming.
He watches as he rips people away from their families, their loved ones.
However, such useless terms as family and love are entirely and unrightfully foreign to his ken.
He acknowledges the way the abandoned humans shake, an unfathomable mix of emotions no one should be forced to feel racking their bodies; they are unable to ever be complete again.
In a way, he is spreading justice.
They will never be complete, whole.
Just like him.
Because, in a matter of speaking, he does not exist.