[Salone]

"What am I?"

Na'lsa looked at his, or rather, Lev's hands. He grinned as he touched one hand and then the other. Dropping them to his sides, he looked back up to the priest. Malevolent eyes stared madness as his mouth broke in to a toothy, wide smile.

"I am, Priest. I simply am."

The grin melted abruptly as he coughed. A strange feeling indeed. Blood welled up in his throat, attempting to remove itself from a now functioning body. Na'lsa ungracefully bent to the side, retching for a moment before coughing up more blood. He took a moment to gather himself before rising again, somewhat less inflated than he was before. The wild-eyed face returned though, as well as his toothy grin as he surveyed those around him.

"I am Na'lsa. The Consumer. Cast out. Stricken. Reduced to nothing. I subsisted my very existence on the single celled organisms that infested this Earth for millenia. I shoved myself from organism to organism, latching on to what I could. To be thrown out! To be reduced to mindless hunger! It was a debilitating existence!"

He shouted, jumping forward as he raised his hands. He panted for a moment as he attempted to calm down, shortly regaining his composure.

"Over millenia I clawed my way through the food chain, through the jaws of every animal until that one was consumed by something bigger. I fed upon the feeding. I induced pure, maddening gluttony. I buried myself in the very life of every creature I latched to. And buried in the plains of Africa, I found this one, this...human. This Lev. Oh, to inhabit such a creature! A one and true soul! Tainted, corrupted, fractured, but a soul I could insert myself in to! To have actual consciousness, to have actual thoughts! Agendas! Not just maddening, raving urges, murderous instincts to consume! To be able to ACT and think the ACT beforehand! To BE once again a shadow of what I was! Just simply to BE, PRIEST!"

He had begun shouting again, waving his arms like a madman preaching to desperate masses. Deep within, there was small pang of hunger.

"I fed from him. In turn, he fed from me. I whispered, and he heard. I manipulated, positioned, and he followed. And through some way, some power unknown, I have implanted myself in to this body so deeply that it has become my own."

Hunger.

"He will live. That is, if you do not attempt to eradicate me. To do so would be...taxing, to say the least, Priest. Many here who gave service to you would perish. Many may still."

Unbearable hunger.

"For now you see...I Am. And I am so very Hungry."