[Salone]

Lev looked around with anxious eyes. He had gone quieter and quieter over the last few days. Truth be told there was nothing wrong with him specifically. It was Na'lsa that worried him. The demon had not fed in a while, and its more base nature was beginning to show in Lev's mind. Eloquent thoughts of grandeur had devolved to mindless ramblings of hunger. But without a prospective meal of power, Na'lsa had been unable to coax himself out to manipulate his host body.

Lev knew that it was only a matter of time. Unless some poor unknown soul was sacrificed, one of his acquaintances would be another lamb culled from the lion's flock.

His eyes flicked upwards as the APC came to a stop. He stood up quickly, eager for the air outside. As he stood the rustear devour, consume fleshteardown raw materialsrebuildthefleshconsumeculltheflocktheflockmustbecu lledconsumedevourdestroyhuntkillconsumethefallencr eatethefallenforconsumationeatofthebodyfleshsotend erholyfleshconsumethefleshmurdereatconsume...

Lev reeled, hand going to the side of his head. The ramblings had gone in and out. This particular session had given him a slight headache. After regaining his bearings, he spoke.

"We have a problem. He needs to eat."

His voice was hoarse, drenched in despair and oozing a battered will. Sunken eyes revealed the sleepless nights where he had sat awake, unable to fall asleep to the ramblings of a soul driven mad with hunger. If Lev had an end, he appeared to be reaching it soon.