[Salone]

Na'lsa's eyes rolled in to the back of his head as he consumed the flesh of the Nephilim. His jaw unhinged itself, opening wide two swallow gigantic chunks of the broken body. Shattered bones made it that much easier, streamlining his efforts as he devoured the man whole.

The skin was acid. It burnt him, made him sick. But the oily sensation of tainted meat was only a minor annoyance to the raw energy and power that threaded through the now short-lived body. It filled him with madness. Excitement. Ecstasy. His very being threatened to burn itself up with the sheer power he was holding on to.

He could not see. He could not feel, nor hear. He could only consume. Rearing back, his chest ripped itself apart as his ribs twisted back in to an open maw, tearing through skin. He paused only for a moment before throwing himself back down, his very body consuming the rest of the corpse as it was literally shoved and melded in to his own being with the living mouth he had become.