Hello! Next chapter of TSC should be posted sometime next week. And since I forgot to mention this in the first chapter I'll mention it now: Some of these chapters might be slightly triggering, so I am putting a big trigger warning on this story.
Hungry. I'm so hungry. Not the "peckish for a snack" kind of hunger. No. The kind of hunger that makes you want to devour everything in sight, just to satisfy the clawing feeling in your gut. The sort of hunger that never ends. The sort that swallows you whole.
All I have to do is enter a town and people go savage from the hunger. In a way, it eases my hunger to feed off of theirs. You know, it's interesting to see the thing they crave most. The thing that drives their appetites wild.
Mostly it's food. Humans go crazy for that stuff. Although there are a few... exceptions to that. Some souls crave something more... sensual. Then there are some who are desperate for a high, and who'll do anything to get that high. And then there are the special ones. The ones that make my job so much more fun. The ones who don't feel the hunger at all.
I almost never know the reason for it, but honestly I don't care. At first, those kinds of people ticked me off. They weren't hungry. They were supposed to be hungry. But now, I realize that it's something deeper. An emotional pain that reaches so deep that the soul disregards any and all other feelings. It took me a while to figure out how emotional pain could have any effect on hunger, but then it became clear: it wasn't just pain; it was numbness. You can't feel hungry when you don't feel anything.
You know what happens to the corpses when I wheel into a graveyard? Nothing. They're dead. Same thing applies to those special souls. I mean, sure they have a beating heart, working lungs and living brain, but that's it. Nothing else. They may be living, but they are practically dead inside. And not even my hunger can reach that far.
And when I leave them, even if I leave the town for good, sometimes the hunger stays. That is what makes me ecstatic. I made a lasting mark on those impressionable souls, a mark that could possibly last for the entirety of their lives. They can know exactly what kind of persistent famine I experience every day of my immortal life.
The hunger. The never ending hunger.
I'm hungry. So hungry...