Nothing was tearing at him, demanding release. Nothing clouded his mind, or clawed at his belly, demanding to be fed. The entity moved closer and he couldn't feel it, couldn't feel what he knew should be there.
Inside … you're already dead.
It was a long time later that he understood, was helped to understand.
You don't hunger for what you think you can't have. You accept it will never be yours.
The only thing he'd really wanted back then was for it to be over. Lucifer gone. And the Horseman couldn't do anything with that fierce and soul-deep desire.
