Mesopotamia
January 8, 8000 B.C.
12:13 AM
A physical body means she can do things rather than just contemplate them. The first thing she does is kill the first living and moving creature she comes across (ripping up plants by their roots is enjoyable, but after nothing for so long, she needs more than that). It is just an animal, not sapient, but it feels wonderful and she doesn't care about the details.
She finds the sapients a little while later, after killing a few more animals and, having discovered she can throw fireballs, burning down a few forests (far more efficient than yanking each bush out of the ground individually). The death surrounding her is satiating, like taking a long drink of cold water after wandering around in the desert.
It is nothing to the first human life she takes. Humans are sapient, aware just like she is, and she revels in the fear and horror exhibited by them as they watch their death approach.
Cornering someone alone gives her a delicious serving of fear to feed off of, but there is something to be said for killing many at a time, too. She always gets a few kills in before the majority notice her, and then the fools come at her, attacking with their feeble weapons. They wail their anger and grief as they watch their loved ones fall, and she drinks in all in as she toys with the stronger, smarter ones, giving them just a hint of vengeance, before she finishes them off as well.
She can feel the universe crying out in rage and anguish at the injustice of her existence in itself. She is not natural; the pain, suffering, and death she has brought with her do not belong. But there is nothing the universe can do about it. It is not sapient, or even sentient; its rebellion against her presence is only an automatic reaction, like a stomach rejecting poison. All the actual choices that affect it come from its inhabitants, those who are sapient— and they have chosen to let her walk freely.