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[contemptibility]

[Warning: Violence, death, and implied cannibalism.]

[When the feed turns on, all that can be seen is a dim shot of the ground, the SFC presumably lying somewhere in an alleyway, forgotten. Then there's movement, as a foot collides with it, knocking it around until its position changes, capturing the scene more clearly.

Tiir's standing, surrounded by three locals—or rather, four, with the fourth lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

... The blood and all-too-pleased look on Tiir's face, along with his glowing eyes, should make it clear exactly who the culprit is here.

Then there's another flash of movement, as the upper half of one local is suddenly sliced off—those with sharper eyes might've caught that Tiir did it with his hand, now covered in blood. However, he doesn't waste any time in using his momentum to swing up in the opposite direction, cutting off the arm of the second local. He easily catches it as it flies into the air, before lunging towards the third local, grabbing his head with his free hand. A bit of pressure, and then—

And then it bursts, drenching Tiir in blood, though he hardly seems to mind, his smirk never faltering. Taking a hold of the body before it falls, he throws it at the local whose arm he cut off, knocking him unconscious.]

Not much of a meal, but it'll have to do...

[Placing the arm in his mouth, he then starts to drag the unconscious local behind him—before he notices the SFC. A blink, after which he removes the arm from his mouth, casually tossing it to the side before picking up the SFC.]

Ah... this device does seem to enjoy activating at the strangest of times, doesn't it?

[Though it should be obvious from his tone and expression that he's not sorry at all, before he turns it off—]

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[rainbowarch]

[Naturally, Cielo also doesn't know what Tiir is talking about. And since Serph didn't ask the question, he was going to.]

Hear what?

[contemptibility]

A voice. Ah, well, it seems that you don't.

[It's quiet now, but it's a part of him—a voice in his head, commanding him to feed.

If they don't hear anything, then they're definitely not anything resembling Iino Doue bearers.]

[bufudine]

[Serph shakes his head. Varna is quiet, now that he's fed, but it grows louder and more insistent the hungrier he becomes. When he first gained his Atma, it had been the loudest he's heard it -- eat them all eat them all eat them all -- and he imagines all those who had been consumed by their demon had been overwhelmed by it.]

Our Atma are quiet when they are fed.

[A pause.]

It's best they stay that way.

[rainbowarch]

[Yes, it is much better that they stay quiet. Cielo has seen first hand what happens when a demon is not fed, and he himself nearly did not survive an encounter with one that was driven berserk with hunger.

He's seen the way a ravenous demon tears apart everything, including the person who hosts them.

With Serph doing the talking, Cielo doesn't see the need to chime in - Serph's direct words are enough. Instead, his eyes drift momentarily to the mostly eaten body he had been feeding on before the stranger's interruption. Seeing such a mangled, grotesque thing used to make him sick. It doesn't anymore.]

[contemptibility]

Oh? Perhaps we're not quite so different.

[He doesn't mind the loudness, for he's never had any qualms about devouring others, and it's never gotten to a point where he couldn't keep himself in check.]

This is a pleasant surprise, then. Even if you aren't bearers of God's Eyes, I hadn't expected to meet anyone like myself.

[bufudine]

[God? That certainly gets his attention. They only know of the word, but not what this "God" is. It's something he'd wondered about -- God has cursed us all -- ever since the mention from Jinana.

...But, perhaps that is a conversation for another time. Their prey haven't been fully consumed yet, and now that he knows that those who devour are rare in Vatheon, it makes him uneasy holding conversation so near their unfinished meal. If they are going to eat in a world where they must hunt for food instead of simply defend themselves, then he will not let the bodies of those he kills go to waste.]

Your name?

[rainbowarch]

[Serph's getting anxious, Cielo can tell. Time is running short and the longer they stick around here talking, the higher the chance that someone was going to find them. Usually, Cielo would introduce himself and Serph, but this time, he wants to hear the stranger's name first.]

[contemptibility]

[Tiir, on the other hand, obviously feels no such anxiety. He grew up in a world where eating others was abnormal, after all—he's always been hunted, always been living like this.

However, he doesn't miss the unease that the two share, and so for the sake of courtesy, he'll speed things up.]

Tiir Rumibul. And yours?

[bufudine]

Serph.

[Usually someone else introduces him, and Serph doesn't usually make a point to introduce the others, but they are short on time.]

My comrade is Cielo.

[He gives Tiir a curt nod.]

I hope we meet again.

[Under different circumstances, anyway.

tl;dr TIIR GO AWAY WE WANT TO GET BACK TO OUR DINNER. PEOPLE ARE SO GROSS TASTING AFTER RIGOR MORTIS SETS IN, YOU KNOW?]

[rainbowarch]

[Serph has ended the conversation, and Cielo has nothing more to say. So he transforms back into his demonic form, holding out both arms as they change into wings. Turning back to the mostly eaten body, Cielo finds that he doesn't have much of an appetite anymore. But like hell he was just going to leave this corpse here. This person was dead, and the worst thing he could do was waste that death.

And if he doesn't eat it all now, he'll have to kill again sooner. So, he forces himself to eat, reaching down with his claws to rip into the body once again.]

[contemptibility]

[He nods.]

A pleasure to meet you two. I suppose I'll leave you to your meal, then.

[He has his own to take care of as well, in any case.

And so with that, he turns to walk away.]

[bufudine]

[Serph watches Tiir leave, waiting until Tiir has left his sight before transforming again. What's left of his kill is even more unappealing than usual, but he needs to eat. It isn't difficult to force himself to devour the rest of the body -- flesh and bone and clothing, all -- as quickly and as cleanly as possible. He only does this out of necessity, not pleasure, after all.

By the time the pair have vacated the area, all that's left of their kills are bloodstains and a few scraps of cloth.]