As hunger consumed me, my thoughts roamed and meandered. I asked myself if I should follow the light or heed my stomach's warnings and pursue the terror on the wind.
My companion pulled at me again, tugging insistently at the sleeve of my robe, and with an awful grimace plastered across his face his gut grumbled, seemingly reading my mind. I chuckled, a weak attempt at showing this dark figure solidarity, but it came out as a gasp of dusty and dark air. I was annoyed with myself at that, my own incapability to express mirth and joy, and as my mood changed as his tend to, I scowled down at him, successfully yanking my robed forearm away from his bony grasp.
But I lifted my nose to the air and inhaled the scent of panic anyway, with my mind shaded by a dark fog I fought the impulse to bare my teeth at the scent of prey. We were going to be dining out this night, no more pricking our fingers to satisfy our urges, I was intent on getting some nourishment. Oh how naive I was; to think that my satisfaction would come freely and without any backlash.
We stood together, perfect manifestations of dread and gluttony, and I realized our only purpose in life in that moment; to devour and dwell in the fear that others emit. The thought chilled my marrow yet excited me none the less.
A dissonant voice in the crevice of my psyche warned me that feeling such utter comfort at this revelation was to be abhorred; that I should not be pleased to be a creature that hides in darkness and feeds off of the foul thoughts of others. But another voice in my mind spoke up, louder than the first one, and yelled out to me, that horror was just too tasty to pass up, and that alone I existed in the world, that nothing else mattered but my well being.
The foremost influential voice lectured me on the importance of my own body and mind, and informed me that the world was empty and mechanical; that I was the only person, the only deity, nay god, that mattered in this shattered and frightful universe.
And so with this new knowledge I sneered at the endless stupidity of this world, and began to hunt down the source of the delicious smell. Driven by my own self worth, I ignored logic and common sense to fulfill my own ghastly desires.
We stepped away from the pit at the same time, moving from the darkness at the same time, the both of us twin goblins, moving in time, our steps unfaltering. As we walked the grass underneath our feet dried and shriveled up, yellowing and decaying in our presence. And looking over my shoulder to the trail of death that we had created I again forgot logic in my deluded sense of power and entitlement. I choose to ignore the foreshadowing, the warning of the extent and limit of my powers.
sorry for not updating in such a long time guys :( but i wrote a chapter this week, this is part one of three really because it was so long! Spoiler alert* next few chapters Pitch meets humans, finds out his name via Moony, and well kind of has an existential crisis
should be fun ;)
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