Darkness, sheer inescapable darkness. There was nothing but ground to step on in this forever murky world, no, something this empty, this barren and impossibly small place can't be considered a world, this was something else. A place that by all terms of reality, can't possibly exist, yet is. This place, or rather, this realm, wasn't designed to be inhabitable, nor meant for any kind of lifeform. Then, what is the reason for this realm to exist? Perhaps, it was intended to be like this, not to bring life in, but to keep something inside it. And there it was, lying dormant in the middle of the desolate landscape, was the meaning for this realm's existence, [The Great Hare], one of the three Great Mabeasts, bent on nothing more than to consume everything in it's way despite not needing food to live, motivated by the need to consume, to devour, to eat, the very manifestation of Gluttony.

How long has it been since it was sent here? To this pitch black void of emptiness? Nothing but a small ground to stand on and the never ending feeling of hunger, the feeling of starvation and the desire to consume everything it sees….or so it once was. Now, after cannibalizing its own copies of itself, eating and eating, multiplying and multiplying, that order constantly repeating with no end on sight, what is there left?

Hunger?

No….

It didn't felt it. For once in it's life, that drive no longer is felt, and now it is left with nothing but a simple feeling of emptiness.

Why is that? Why can't it feel hunger anymore? Perhaps it was satisfied? No, it had once consume more than just this, and never once felt satiated, so how come? Why now? Why is it's drive, its motive, its entire existence that is to feed, to devour, no longer there? Pondering that, [The Great Hare] silently and motionessly sat in the middle of a once snow-covered ground, surrounded by multiple mutilated and barely recognizable carcassas of itself, or selves, doing nothing but waiting.

Waiting?

But what is it waiting for?...

Why should it wait? What's there any meaning to waiting? Waiting for what?

For it's hunger to come back? So it can finally continue to feast upon itself once more to desperately calm it's insatiable hunger? If that were the case, then shouldn't it be satisfied that it's no longer controlled by that very hunger?

Or was there something else? Something that is worth waiting for? Something that can potentially give it purpose again?

These questions, plaguing it's mind every moment, yet unable to come up with an answer for it, or atleast, an answer that would satisfy it. And so it continued to ponder, throwing questions after questions after questions, yet getting no response for them.

Eventually, it's mind started to ponder elsewhere, to something that is no longer akin to a question, but more of a thought. It pondered about it's other family members, [The Great Whale], the oldest one. It wondered how Whale was doing, has it found a home yet? Or is it still wandering around the world, searching for something?

It wondered about [The Black Serpent], the second oldest and a family member it had barely ever interacted with, but from what few fragments of memories about Serpent that are left, it wondered what Serpent is doing now.

Then, it thought about [The Crimson Scorpion], it's supposedly little sister, perhaps the most different from it's family. To be able to transform into a human form and communicate with humans, thus completely masking the fact it is a Mabeast, successfully hiding its identity from history itself. It wondered why Scorpion needed to be a human in the first place, though with enough time to think, it might have been because Scorpion wanted to be human. But as for the question why, it would not know.

Inevitably, it's mind began to drift to it's creator, it's mother,[Daphne, the Witch of Gluttony], responsible for birthing it and giving it the hunger to feast upon everything. At one point, it had questioned itself whether the hunger while eating it's own copies is the hunger that it's mother felt, but as with everything else, it had no answer for that question.

And again, it sat and waited, waited for something, not knowing what that "thing" is or why it's even waiting for "it", but it kept waiting, and waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting..

And waiting….

On a whim, or perhaps more of a desperation to find something to do, a reason for it to move its body, it tried to see if it could do what Scorpion had done, to give itself a more human appearance. With nothing stopping it and with no real purpose to do anything else, it tried to shape itself, forming hands, legs, head, arms, torso and so forth. As it began to build itself from the ground up, it felt something, something other than the previous, endless hunger that plagued it, a feeling of discovering something new, or perhaps the feeling of doing something that is meaningful, even if it was simply just trying to ignore the sheer emptiness of the void, it was still something it wanted to keep feeling, but as it kept going, that emotion quickly fades away, as if it was forbidden to experience it, to feel it, to taste that sense of satisfaction.

And yet, it kept going, continuing to form every part of its body to resemble simple human anatomy. It was difficult and time-consuming, but is time really something lacking for it? In the first place, was something as "time" even existed in this place? It wondered about it as it continued to form itself.

Forming.

Replicating.

Building.

Shaping.

Molding.

Finding the right parts and proportions for itself.

Soon, it forgot how long it had spent doing this, it might have been only a few hours, days or maybe even weeks, but was it really paying attention to it from the beginning? All it did was simply building itself, with an empty mind, with no clear goal or purpose to it's actions, for it had long lost that purpose for a long time now. With no reasons or goal, it kept going.

Building, shaping, constructing, reforging, putting pieces into where they should belong, finding the right parts to fill in the gaps. Through constant trial and error, it kept at it.

Until finally, it was done, a body that was in all honesty, quite short in height and small compared to an average human, resembling just enough of a human form to be recognizable but still retains some of its core features. Particularly, it's the horn which mother gave to it, it looked almost more like a stump than a horn, buried underneath that "fur", or in this case, hair, it was short, just barely reaching her cheeks, its hair was as white as the snow, that whiteness almost made it seem like a certain Witch's hair, but it did not care nor realize it. Although it had created a pair of human ears, it still wanted to keep the rabbit ears that mother gave to it, and so those ears were made smaller and instead of pointing up, it was folding down, its hair masking it so well that only upclose would you be able to tell they were ears. It wore a rather big, almost oversized coat to cover its body, perhaps as a way to mimic its once fur-covered body. In addition to that, its neck coat still retained its fur as it didn't like having it so exposed, wrapping its neck gave it a sense of protection and warmth. The coat was long enough to reach down to it's ankles, thus not needing any skirts or pants, with only long sleeves to cover its legs. Overall, its new human body is the size of a little girl, maybe even a little smaller than that, combined with its clothing, some might even considered it to look cute, tho to it, that was not something it cared for.

But just like that, isolation took center stage once more, now with truly nothing left it could do or can do to pass the "time" in this place. What can it do? Should it duplicate itself once more? But what then? What would be the purpose of that? Purpose…..what is its purpose now? That question, that burning and agonizing question slowly but surely took hold more of its mind, finally reaching a boiling point where it could no longer think of anything but that.

Why is it here again? What trapped it here? Who trapped it here? For what purpose was it trapped in here? Why can't it remember? All there is present in its mind were fragments, bits and pieces of somewhat connected memories, but in them, there was once clear image. An image of a black-haired boy running from it, taunting it to follow, to follow the miasma that reminds it so much about its mother, the same scent that it's mother has, or was it the same? Could it be that it was fooled? It didn't matter, for it was laid into a trap, and what happened after that?...Ah, it was sent here….

That black-haired boy, who seemed so weak and fragile, was able to trap it here, making it consume itself over and over, until it no longer feels hunger.

That voice that was clearly taunting it to bite into him, to follow him to its own demise.

It fell right into that boy's trap, and now it is stuck here with nothing left, no purpose, no goal, no drive. It was him

Thinking about it, over and over and over, another feeling came to it. Something that it had never experienced before, similar to the brief feeling from the time it took to make this body, but unlike that time, this feeling did not simply disappear. In fact, it grew stronger the more it thought about that boy, that boy that brought it here, to forever be stuck in this place with no way out, and from that, a simple thought was let out.

I want to tear him apart.

A simple thought, so simple that even a child could understand it, or perhaps it's because that is its nature that it came up with such a childish thought? All it's life, acting on nothing more than the impulse to consume, to feed, to eat, to satiate a hunger than can never be quenched, that was all it ever was until now, living entirely on nothing more than a simple impulse….

And just like that, with a new sensation that it has never felt before, something that it couldn't figure out just what it is, or rather, it couldn't understand what it felt, it resorted to simplifying that feeling into an action, simple enough that it can understand. Tear him. Something that it knew all too well on how to do just that, and so it repeated that thought, until all there was was that simple desire.

Tear tear tear tear tear tear tear him him him him him him I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I'll tear him apart I will tear him….

Repeating that one desire over and over, to make sure that it could not forget it, it had failed to even notice a light… a small but nevertheless, light shining on the ground. Slowly that light became slightly larger and larger until it began to reflect onto its body. Consumed by its own thoughts, only now does it notice it.

A small crack, no, a rather noticeable crack, light was getting through to it. It crawled to it, its mind wondering what it is, while still repeating those words. And from there, the crack slowly to break even more until eventually, a simple knock would fully break it. It started at it, it's eyes hurt from the light that the cracks were giving out, wondering what could be on the other side. It wondered, but in the end, there was nothing else it could do. There is nothing, it has lost its sole purpose for existing and now, filled with nothing, not knowing what to do next, there was only one thing on its mind. Tear him. Still repeating those words, it knew what it wanted to do next, what it desired, it's new purpose, was to find that boy who had put it into this void, taking away the purpose that it's mother gave to it, and now, it had given itself a new purpose, a new goal, a new desire to reach for, even if deep down, there was something else that it felt about that boy, it couldn't bother to continue to think anymore, it is now only driven by that purpose and nothing else. And so, with its newly formed human hands, punched that cracked wall, shattering it completely.

A few minutes of sheer blindness was all it could feel, until finally the light dim slightly until it was comfortable enough to open its eyes once again and…..

It was in the middle of a street, surrounded by people and stalls, buying and talking, trading and bargaining, but it couldn't pay any heed to those crowds for it is no longer driven with the motive to feast. Now, there was only one thing on it's mind. To find that boy that had put it through the place that was the void, and fullfill its new purpose that it had decided for itself.

[The Great Hare] has returned.