"Oh my—Euphoria! That's—I—I'm speechless! You broke the tea set!" Angeline was now in her late 40s' and she still didn't look a day after 20. "That was expensive you know!" Angeline fumed. She was only angry like this when something expensive, important, or new is broken.
"Sorry, Mom, but I didn't mean it! I didn't drop it on purpose! I swear!" Natsu, who's name was now changed not to remind him of his past.
"Just wait until your father hears about this, oh, he loved drink from that tea set. Never mind, let's brush it under the rug for now, Euphoria. We'll buy a replacement later in the day before your father gets back." Angelina sighed, and she left to go fetch the broom and dust pan.
"I'll clean it up, I can do by myself, you don't have to get the broom and dust pan, Mom." Euphoria quickly picked up all the sharp glass fragments, cutting herself ever so slightly by some of them, but he barely noticed it at all. Angeline also got down on her knees to help Euphoria, cutting herself deeper than Euphoria, but it was barely visible, and she only cut herself once, unlike Euphoria who cut himself many times.
"C'mon, there are no more shards left, let's go dump the evidence." Angeline took the rest of the fragments, scooping them into her apron, careful not to spill them.
"I'm really sorry, Mom. I really am. I just..." the hunger hit Euphoria again, this time, punching her in the gut instead of just slapping like before.
"Oh! No! Euphoria! No! This can't—oh my—darling, calm down! You can control the hunger! You've been doing it for almost all your life! You can do it this time too!" Unfortunately for both of them, the cut on Angeline's hand had started to ooze blood after squeezing her apron too hard. "Wait—Euphoria! Stay back! Euphoria—!" Euphoria jumped his mother, or foster mother. Angeline let out a shrill shriek as she was pinned to the ground.
"I'm so hungry, Mom! It hurts! I need to eat, Mom." Euphoria's eyes had turned black, with his once forest green colored eyes, they were now drowned in red. Blood red. The vains that left the red dots crawled on to, or should I say into, his skin. His mouth widened as he prepared to bite into his foster mother's shoulder. His sharp teeth glistened in the light.
Angeline's eyes widened, "No! Stop! Euphoria don't do this—!" Angeline screamed in pain, as Euphoria's teeth sank into her flesh, tearing through the tissue and ripping her muscles, and cracking her bones. She had never felt a pain like this in so long. Or has she ever felt this pain before at all? She wasn't able to say goodbye to Maxium. I hope he knows that I love him always... Angeline thought.
Euphoria tore away the flesh from her shoulder, you could see the bone underneath. He continued on the same spot for a few mintues. Then he started on his foster mother's stomach. Though, luckily for Angeline, she already knocked out because of pain.
That was a nice meal... no... Euphoria trembled as she realized what she just did. She had just ate her mother alive, and now she couldn't change it. "No. No, no, no, no," Euphoria stood up shaking, going to go get a piece of paper and pen. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," she wrote 'sorry' over and over again. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" He cried as packed all his stuff, taking what he needed only. He couldn't face his foster father now, he had just eaten his foster father's love of his life!
"I'm sorry, Angeline... I'm so sorry." Euphoria turned away, yet to change his name, so he couldn't be reminded of this ever again.
Three days later
"Excuse me? Do you know the way to Magnolia? Fiorre to be exact." A young woman, with two kids with her, both boys, asked him.
"Yes, Miss. I'm heading there right now... to meet my parents. You can come with me if you'd like?" You see, he was still a young 8 or 9-year-old, so he was very young to be on his own.
"Yes, of course. These two could use a different person to talk to." The two young boys in the background started to get into a fight. As they threw punches at each other, they didn't realize the young woman come up between them. Then she hit their heads together like some kind of cartoon.
"Don't worry, I'll keep them in check for you, Miss...?" He looked up at the woman.
"My name is Ur. Those two are Gray and Lyione. They're my apprentices, and practically foster kids too," Ur sniffed the air. It smelt like blood and corpses. "Anyway, what's your name little buddy?"
He looked up hesitantly. He was trying not to make eye contact, "My name's... Azazel... Nice to meet you."