"All of the Beast's victims have a history of violence against women," Shiro reported to Pidge.
"Pfeh," she scoffed. "Good riddance."
"Indeed. All of their widows felt the same way."
"Well that's a little suspicious."
"Perhaps," Shiro said. "And the attacks all happen under cover of darkness, each about a month apart."
"A month," Pidge repeated. "Could these women be doing witchcraft? Drawing energy from the phase of the moon?"
"It's possible," Shiro said. "But the attacks haven't been coinciding with a particularly strong lunar phase. It could just be that that's how long it takes the Beast to get hungry."
"How long does it take you to get hungry?"
"Demons are always hungry. But we can wait a long time."
"Do you think the Beast is a demon?"
"It does seem to behave like one."
"Could these women be contracted to this thing?"
"A demon can only make one contract at a time. And if any of those contracts were finished, it would have eaten their souls, too."
"A demon that eats rapists of its own accord," Pidge said. "Is that something that could happen?"
"That's a lot more conscience than most demons exhibit. Especially when you consider that tainted souls taste worse than pure ones."
"These are hearts, not souls."
"Demons eat both."
Pidge shifted in her chair.
"Is there anything else it could be?"
"It's not really like anything I've ever heard of."
"Then we'll just have to find it," Pidge said. "See if you can trace its next victim. And take me there so I can see this thing myself."
"Do you want me to stop it from killing again?"
"No. If it's gonna kill a rapist, I'll let it."