Transcendence. Torments of Nate Deon

2235...

You'd think it would be a world flourishing with abundance of life and technology. A pure Science Fiction setting where synthetics, AIs and clones would have replaced the majority of population.

Jet packs, rocket boots, flying cars and personal flight drones would have taken control of the skies.

Or that some goody two shoes of a hero would have saved humanity and brought about world peace?

No it wasn't...

There were no continents, no countries. No nations. There were no borders.

After an unforeseen event, the whole planet had become a wasteland.

Oceans and lakes were gone. Trees were no more. The sun was abnormally hot-If not anything you could clearly see the heatwaves seeping out from the ground and rising up.

Basically, the whole planet had become one enormous desert, unsuitable for survival.

There was nothing but sand as far as the eye could see, baked by the flaring sun. If it wasn't the shade of sand you'd confuse it for an ocean at a standstill. Small and large dunes were similar to waves that any person in constant motion would definitely think they moved.

To think something like this could happen.

What could have brought such destruction to this beautiful planet we call home?

From above, even if it was without coloration from the pinkish glow of the ready to set sun the serpentine dunes which spreads across the plane were... breathtaking.

Not a single structure in sight...

"Aarh... aarh...aarh"

The only recognizable sound was that of vultures (?), who had been circling, screaming as they descended for a carcass on the desert floor, their first catch of the day.

Clearly, one could see the yield was rotten, but not a single fly or worm had laid claim to it. The abnormality of the sun's heat was enough to kill any insect and hinder any further decomposition. It was so dry the only conclusion one could give was the predator(s) which took down the beast left it in such conditions, before.

Perching around the carcass of the unfamiliar beast it would quickly escalate to becoming a battle field.

Survival of the most savage.

The committee of six; three which were vultures and the other three vulture-like carnivorous birds- red eyes, dark gray beaks, the top on the beak lumped, had rows of the sharp pointy tiny teeth, the colour of its feathers wasn't perfect jet black like that of a crow rather they reflected dark purple as the sun shone on it. They had short sturdy tails covered in tiny feathers and at the tip bushy long feathers. They looked like something from prehistoric times-were about to have a battled so brutal to determine who would keep what little meat that was still stuck to the ribcage of the decayed beast.

Ambassadors from the two parties hopped on the carcass, their eyes set ablaze with fury when they laid sights on each other.

Two predators had come in contact and it was a must that only one, the stronger, be the only one to claim the bounty.

They spread their wings, waving their claws on the bones of the beast, readying for war.

They leaped into the air claws aimed at each other, at charge.

Clash and locked in talons, the overwhelming power from the vulture propelled the other bird back. Its opponent falling back first to the sandy floor the vulture let go landing safely and targeting its next prey, another of the other bird. The battle had ensued, to find the victor. The vultures attacked the other birds.

Quickly and without hesitation the other ambassador stood and pounced for revenge, catching the vulture off guard and landed a clean cut at the vulture just below its eye. Every party member was now matched with their counterparts.

It was obvious the monstrous birds called carnecomedor would win.

Sand was kicked into the air in wake of the brawl. The vultures battered and chomped at them and they in return tried to sink their tiny pointy teeth into the vultures.

They had placed the carcass aside... seemed rather to have forgotten about it. It wasn't just a bout to determine the victor who would claim the reward anymore but a fight to the death. Either way, when it was over the victor would not only have the meat on the carcass, but the spoils of their battle as well-the flesh of the fallen.

Feathers flew about, carried by the breeze as the brawl raged on.

Keh... Keh. Splat-splatter... chiiiii. That was the sound of meat being ripped, blood splattered and being boiled dry by the hot desert sand.

Thud. A monster's body falls to the sand.

Plat. A boot punches into the dirt. Another joined in and walked.

The figure in all black moved by, scaring the birds as he walked pass. Those unable to fly due to the blood bath dashed to give way and the others going off on a short flight before returning to the carcass and now setting their sights to a new food source for the time being.

Thanks to whoever it was they had enough to share-that is if they were willing to.

He looks like he's human... very human at best. Correction, he is human (!?), in the very least.

To think a human would survive in this condition? Well, was he really human?

Conclusion:

He wasn't your average human.

The black trench jacket on his back loosely swayed with the dry desert winds as they pressed on towards their unknown destination.

The 170cm tall Sixteen year old was thin and had slightly toned muscles. He's been living on these barren lands long since he could remember.

His night black undercut hair absorbed the light from the sun and harshly swayed to the fierce desert winds. Even though the strands waved roughly and impaired his sight it didn't bother him.

His half closed light blue eyes were void of any life and any emotion. He had a 'cold' to his already blank expression. The course of time had eroded his expressions, sense of emotions and belong.

This mysterious boy who had been walking under this intense heat showed not a single sign that he was weary, maybe that would be thanks to his jacket-No! Such a thing should bring nothing but more heat considering it was leather. It was light, flexible and strong, but maybe with the open flaps breeze would flow in and cool him.

He had no bag or purse which would give the impression of him carrying rations to survive. Not even his jacket looked like it carried anything of that sort. So how could he have survived? What did he eat? What did he drink to quench his thirst? Any person would be dead considering the variables presented.

Even from the looks of it, since there was no such thing as a structure in sight, apart from the row of large decrepit satellite dishes half buried in the sand, it would seem he had been walking longer than what he appeared to have, but not even a single drop of sweat was on his face.

No food, no water on his person and not to mention he was walking under that harsh, intense heat from the sun! Who or what is this boy? No ordinary human should be able to survive this long on this and any desert without sustenance. So how could he?

He may have been walking slowly but he was making quick pace.

Where might he be going if the world is in ruins? Is he the only survivor on this planet...? Or would it be safe to assume there are others that did survive too? Come to think of it, looking at him he doesn't look like one; a survivor.

The overall description of one that should be called a survivor in such a situation: would be one who's cloth and boots are worn out and in tatters, had a head covering to block the sun but still walks like he was drunk from all the heat from the sun and the sand; but he looked like one in perfect health except for the fact that he was slightly pale. And he walked all poised and firm like one who didn't care for anything in the slightest, but also not in a way which would mean he was carefree. It was stern, yet subtle. Simply put, he was bold and confident.

Caution:

This new earth was a treacherous place, filled with monsters and uncertainty. Be careful not to be misled, mirages, illusions and others lest you lose your life.

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How long has it been?

Hundred and fifty. Hundred and sixty. Hundred and eighty. Ninety?

No...! it's been long. Too long. Two hundred years and over has passed since that day. At least I think that's how long it's been. The sense of time was lost to me long ago. It's been so long I've lost the actual count of days.

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction... So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how or why it really happened.

Three months wandering on this ocean of sand, searching. I'm searching for something I did not know. Rather someone.

It's clear that I have no sense of direction and I may have been walking in circles all this while... but deep down I feel something drawing me in. Where I'm being called to, I have no clue. Not like something like this has ever happened to me before.

Should this be possible, even in my current state?

How I survived this long on a wasteland of a planet is still a mystery to me now as the day I saw what I was, a few decades ago.

It's been three months since I set on this journey.

Where I was before, I had not gotten the answer I desired so I made the decision to move on in search of that answer, staying any longer would have been a waste. Till now I have found nothing. The journey is long. Not that I'm worried or cared about myself but I am still perplexed... as I have been since I awoke.

I've had only so much as the rain to quench my thirst but it's been over a week and there hasn't been even a single drop of it.

Yes, it's not a miracle that rain fell in this messed up world- the weather from the past is still around for some reason even though the ecosystem was destroyed. There I go again with words I don't remember; but it still is a wonder-only to be dried up by the sun of the next day. So one must do their best to have their fill before it stops.

Fact, I should have been dead from dehydration but I have had no such experience. My strength is still as it was the day I started this journey.

An impossible feat for a normal human, I know, but I am not.

Two weeks passed no food and yet I haven't died of starvation...

I've been walking a full day nonstop and not a single trickle of sweat can be found on me...

Coupled with the thought of whether a place will come into view is myself. Decades of being on this sandy terrain and yet I still have nothing more than the general clue of what I am. At this point nothing surprises me anymore, whether an outside force or myself...

I know the sun is blazing hot. It baked the very ground I walk and the clearly visible heatwaves it bled out is a dead giveaway, but I feel nothing-

"Grrr..."

Except for that!

That's a sound I haven't heard in a while?!

It's been two weeks since my last meal and my stomach has been screaming 'feed me' the past hour. I've only had to sustain myself with the scraps I found laying on the desert floor on my journey. It wasn't filling but just enough to keep me going. By far, it's the longest I've gone without any sustenance.

As far as I can remember I was never affect by the change of the weather in this world. I never did bear it in mind, really. It didn't matter whether it was hot or cold I just didn't feel a thing. Whether snowy, rainy or sunny there never had been any changed my body's temperature. Then again I don't even know if I have one to begin with, since I am not affected by the fluctuation of the one around me.

I wonder. Does it apply only to the weather? I paid no attention to it back then.

What if I were to touch someone or something would I be able to tell if that person or thing was hot or cold? Though I'm pretty sure, the hot or cold thing only has to do with the weather. I haven't had a circumstance which proves otherwise... But, considering how I get no read from touching my own body I am in the right to assume the same towards others.

I wish I could remember what it felt like, to be cold, to be hot.

I've held back my hunger but now it's just too strong. It feels like my stomach would soon turn to feed on myself if I make no effort to fill it. Any longer and I would lose it, knowing full well what it means. I crave for something... new.

I must hurry!

Find a place to get something to eat...

But there's nothing in sight but a large dune-it's calling to me.

I wonder. What lies beyond it?

Since nothing of this sort has ever happened I can't help but wonder what the reason is? I answered the 'call' without break in my steps.

Quicker than I thought the dune was an easy climb... and now I stand atop its peak.

Waves of sand as far as the eye can see.

At this time the sun is setting.

The ocean of sand grains radiate the bright orange-pink glow of the about setting sun.

I see something...

What was it?

Focus my sight.

I see it, clearly from this distance... like it's already before me. A small desert town.

... A Ruin.

It's peeking out from its burial ground. It looks like it had gone through so much over the centuries. Then again everything has, incurring drastic change-there is no resemblance of the world from before. The massive desert I walk on is evidence.

Well, at least that's what I know from the little I remember from my past.

The surviving buildings indeed were in ruins, decrepit. It was just a matter of time before they come crushing down. Broken walls and sections coated the grounds with slabs of concrete and iron, parts of it reflecting the glow of the setting sun.

One in particular, the entrance into the desert town, had already collapsed and was leaning on another.

The pull I feel is stronger than before. There's no denying it, this is where I'm being called to. But by what? Or whom...?

Each step I take makes my hunger grow and very soon, truly if not attended to, will turn ravenous.

I must sate myself!

The structure looks menacing...

Are those, people?

Drawing closer I see people walking around and playing on the inside of the sleeping building.

It could come down at any moment and they are playing?!

The sun was still setting in the western sky.

It took me a couple of hours to walk over quite the distance-what would have probably taken an average person half a full day's walk. Not that I was in haste but I needed to.

Entrance:

Something about this place is familiarly unsettling...

As I walk underneath the sleeping building, a breeze spins around me when its thick shadow begins to mask over me.

It's like I just entered into another world. The buildings are tall and run-down. The tallest, way back, being the one at the end of the town with twenty eight floors and the smallest, ten floors.

A trading post?

Clip, clop... Thump... Kriii... clank.

The sounds of boots and hard-on soles walking on the makeshift stone street; hammer pounding on anvil and the squeaks of moving carts made the desert town alive.

The street isn't too wide but enough for some stalls to be set up and still have way for a crowd.

Yes. There are shops and stalls here and there: weapon smith, fruit stand, cloth shops, a couple of bars, supply and item shop.

A couple of people are standing by the fruit stall browsing the fruits and comparing which is better...

"What about that one?"

The fruit stand has weird looking fruits, a few round ones with tiny spikes. It resembles a cactus, but it wasn't or was it? It's green like that of a watermelon and the size of a head and called Spine fruit or Hikacae. Another which looked like an apple but had a shade of blue-purple, Avle. Another looked like a banana but had a weird gray, now Banaani.

Others include: Orange-Reddish with dark spots, apelsin; Mango-black, Angi; one that resembled pineapple had a large orange crown and the fruit, reddish-brown, the size of an orange and extremely prickly, crown fruit or Kruunu Karpos.

They are the same fruits from time before but it looked like cause of evolution and lack of proper nutrients had taken effect on them, some had a change in their physical structure others in texture and I think it would be safe to say taste as well.

Even though the event had wipe away many species of plants and fruits the few that survived were misshapen, discoloured and would taste weird, but some still looked attractive. A few others I know and heard of but haven't eaten in the times before, I think-I haven't cared to try any of the fruits in this era because well... you'll know-were the dragon nut-dragunat; pomegranate- Fuala'au polo mumu or by its meaning red ball fruit; red/green grapes- ghrappes: Passion fruit- Pathos: and red/blue berries- Berlies. The naming sounds just weird.

Subconsciously, I picked up on a few things moving around.

"This one...?"

The merchant carefully grabs the Hikacae not to get pricked.

"What is it?"

"Hikacae..."

"I don't believe I've ever seen it before. How does it taste?"

"It tastes great, sweet and sour and has a nice fruity flavour. I guarantee you'll love it."

"How much for it then?"

"Just two silver coins"

"... Alright, I'll take one, six aplesin and four avles." A moment of contemplation the man that had a wrapping around his head, intrigued by the fruit bought it adding taking a few more.

"That'll be a total of eight silver coins."

... And a few browsing the other shops and stalls.

I walk alongside the multiracial crowd-not many, I add-on the street which is made with the broken concrete and polished to look like cobblestones.

Almost all the shops have customers.

Kids are running around, most of them in filth.

Hybrids, Faes, theriantropes and monster people trading goods-I see Gargoyles, elves, dwarfs and others, some in "normal clothing" and a few others looking intimidating in light protective gears roam the busy trading post.

All races look alike to me but...

The world isn't as it used to be.

After the event that decimated the human population leaving only but a few thousands; monsters and other races of beings, known to have not existed, came out in the hordes to claim this new earth as their own and they plagued the remaining of human population. Blood flowed free soaked in the sands, coating the streets of ruins and bodies left under the sun to rot.

The war raged on only ending a couple of decades back, but there still is prejudice among them, and soon war may break.

Guess over that cause of time they decided to coexist after finding out the war among themselves was pointless, aside from other reasons, but even that did not stop the strong and powerful from ill-treating the weak...

Hybrids, to put, simply are all people born when two races mate. They come with a ratio of traits from both races, from clearly visible, less visible and hidden traits being that they take form of one particular race with only their blood being diluted with both.

Animal people or beastkins: the name speaks for itself. They are humanoid races with full features of animals, horns, tails, ears, snout, fur and all. They can either walk on all four or on two like humans/human-like races. They include reptilians, cat people, dog people and others. To me it rather seems like evolution had taken place and made them what they are... Evolution? Why blurt out a word I'm unfamiliar with. What does it mean? ...Anyway, It is said this originated from "Greek mythology" that is from the past's standards, at least from I know from the fragments of memories I have. They are also known as theriantropes.

I don't where to classify some of the races like the Minotaurs, Centaurs, Satyrs and so on after all they have human parts but from 'back then' they were said to be born through curses or when humans and those 'supernatural beings' mate. But now they just exist. There's no point trying to wrap my head around this.

Demihumans, a hybrid of humans and theriantropes or monster people-as they look human with animal or monster parts like ears, tail, horns and the likes.

As for the Faes all that needs to be known is they are people with spiritlike abilities and such in the time of old-if that even existed anymore. Elves, dwarves, hobbits, fairies and so on should fall in this company.

Finally, monster people, as they name implies they are race of people with monster features. They are also called demi demons, as some of them were said begun as spawns from demons and creatures as such. Gargoyles, Ogres, Orcs, trolls and so on. Now in recent time they are adapting: Monstrose.

Complicated isn't it...?

Monsters on the other hand, to the things that now exist on this destitute world are beasts, vile creatures that are said to have originated from the deepest bowels of hell, brainless and all they aim is to just devour everything in sight. There are all sorts of beasts out there, so much so that it's hard to keep track of-not that I need to.

About the origin of the phrase 'Monster people'.

During the all out war fought by the races now present on this new earth, monsters lurked, preying on anyone that came into sight. So to clarify they were not like those ravenous creatures, they insisted they be called 'Monster people' in lieu of what they look like so not to be looped in with the mindless creatures that devoured anything and everything they came across...

How can something as trivial as adding 'people' to what you are make a difference to what you are?

One thing I clearly know about these races that now inhabit the earth is the fact they had also lost others at the hand of an event similar to what happened here, so a lot of them had been wiped out as well. And now all races are like are a few generations in on this place.

It's easy to get the theriantropes and the Monstrose mixed because they are in a way, similar, after all if it were to be in the past they all would have been classified as monsters. By human concept: anything different from them is a monster.

None of that matters in the slightest to me. Monsters, Dwarfs, Elves, Humans, Orcs, Troll or whatever, they're all the same in my eyes, they do not exist. I would not hesitate to remove them should they stand before my goal.

Weird things have happened in this new world. Even weirder, fetishes were made possible.

There are other races of people I am not quite familiar with. Their features a bit difficult to describe. Some come off with human-like features but also resembled that of reptilians. Others, just plain horrifying. Since I have no clue on what category they belong to, it would be best to classify them under monster people. All in all these races attribute the two humanlike traits; sentience, being the first and most important and walking on two feet.

Humans are here too.

Like the other races, some working, others begging for aid. I see them, bullied and thrown around just like anywhere I've been.

Strength is what governs the people of the new world, and should they sense any weakness in you, you will be no different than the sand we walk on. The stronger you are the higher the chance of surviving.

There is an Orc beating on a man in the slightly dark alleyway. Orcs are Monstrose, almost human like, with skin tone ranging from roughly humanlike with a light shade of green to a deeper green, pointy ears that are jagged on the lower lobes; tougher muscle tone than that of humans and two canine teeth protruding out of their lower jaw. The males in particular have hard intimidating faces and are built like average men or tougher and a tad larger body frame. As for the Orcettes they are feminine and less intimidating-some even looked as beautiful, just like the human women but it's rare-only that their smaller tusks, pointy ears and coloured skin set them apart.

I feel no remorse for my own kin, in fact:

I hate humans.

Humans are the scum of the earth; among the races: the weakest. I should know, for... I was once one of them. They felt they were too weak to stand up for themselves and I abhor them for thinking so little of themselves.

Basing my hate on something like that is shallow but it's true. A recovered memory led me to believe that they considered themselves the stronger species but what I have seen so far contradicts. The larger populace cowers in fear. How demeaning for a self proclaimed stronger, superior race. That said it's not as if I truly feel emotions, so, me even wording it means nothing. And not forgetting the fact; the possibility of me not scouring the larger world out there, so I don't know if that is still true about them being weak, but so far that's what I've seen. Though I have also come across those that are strong.

Sniff... The air reeks of one of those 'beings'-a demon- overlapping that of the fear in the people.

I'm still unclear as to what really happened during the event but what ever happened made demons and monsters now roam free.

I'm sure that wasn't the case for the past. Humans didn't really believe that races of other beings existed besides them. These demons and monsters would have probably been in hiding, although some would stay/enter into towns doing what they do best, feeding on people.

I heard the wars only came to an end due to the rise of these monster and demons. So all the existing races came to a compromise just to end the plague of vile creatures and those supernatural beings/creatures called demons-

In hindsight people in the ruin, no (!), the new world as a whole did look like that of a fictitious world; like one from a book if you considered the races of people around and the terrains. I don't remember what they were called back then.

I wish it were so. Then all this would have been easier. But this is the real deal, the real world where not all of those things applied. It was vile and brutal for all races alike, but to keep everything in motion things from those stories were adopted, so it seems.

All eyes are glancing my way. Among the clamors I hear.

"A Hunter?"

I earned myself the title 'Hunter' over the years, slaying the Demons and monsters I came across. Taking one glance at me they concluded I was one. Maybe I just look the part? But I wasn't one of them.

"Not another one."

"What's he doing here...?"

"He looks so young to be a hunter."

"This is no place for a kid like him."

Whispers grow among the crowd as I make my way up the street.

Hunters are basically, as the name implies, hunter. Their job: to capture or kill any assigned target, to eradicate monsters... and demons. On that note Demon hunters are those who specialize in, specifically eliminating demons. They are rear among the hunters.

Hunters being the general given title to these people, demon hunters tend to separate themselves from the norm.

-hence the title slash job: demon hunters, I think.

I've heard a lot about these demon hunters. Their reputation is rather sour to the people.

They are hated by people for various reasons. They are often destructive in their work and the fact that where they went blood and body trails followed. They didn't care to take down innocent people if they had any suspicion about them. Their rarity is not only because the job itself is dangerous but due to the immense strength they posses. I haven't met any so I can't say for certain is that is true. Even with the few places that I've come across, most believe that they are a Myth as the beings they hunt.

Makes them sound more like mercenaries... No, they are mercenaries. What's the difference between them and bounty hunters, mercenaries? If they harmed normal people like the way these bounty hunters do then I see no difference. So I've heard and seen at least. Further evaluation of them: They are the very monster they slain.

I, on the other hand just hunt demons for information to further progress my mission. Killing them only happens out of necessity. And so it is for monsters, only if they cross my path. Same goes for humans and the other races!

Mission:

Find the one who cursed me, take back what belongs to me; my soul, and undo what has been done.

Recover forgotten memories.

There's so little I can remember of my past and just as much I know of this world-sometimes it's just too annoying, words come out but I have no recollection of their meaning; familiar things, things I might have known in the past are hazy. Right now all I can say is I am living on fragments of memories which sometimes make no sense.

Eight settlements, over thirty low ranking demons, eleven high ranking and one other within the span of fifty years and the only thing I got was the races on our new world and the harsh truth of being asleep almost a hundred and fifty years. By accounts, there seem to be less of them than the previous hundred and fifty years. I guess I can say the demon hunters are truly doing their job. But that is no more than a hindrance to me.

Of course, I know to everyone I am no more than a sixteen year old kid, but two hundred plus years... so long.

So far I've only been to settlements like this but it's a given that there might places that have gone a ways advance over the passed decades.

The growth and changes that comes with the passage of time and my journeys make it difficult to keep track of other things-not that it's something I care about. So for now I will continue to assume that I only know just a little of this new earth, explored just a fraction of it, so of course there may be places that are just a tad advance than where I now find myself and were I have been.

The now priority is to find information, find a place to rest...

"Grrr..."

... and something to eat.

In a flash my mind floods with the image of the face of a black figure jump at me.

"Food!" It cries out in a distorted voice.

There has always been something so eerie about it when it comes upon me.

"Not now..."

Its will to take over is getting stronger. I must hurry, if not I don't know what will happen this time.

What it is I have no idea. It has been with me longer than I can recall. Maybe it was the result of what happen between me and the one who cursed me.

I glance at the handmade-handwritten wooden posts and signs walking up the street.

Who knows where I was going?!

My feet come to halt in the middle of the town when my eyes set to a sign...

...TRe BoC Alayne ...

... INN and LODGE: all races allowed...

The buildings that sat above the market served as homes, inns and storage facilities to its inhabitants.

An Inn.

Where better to find information? It's normally a den filled with gossips and heathens. So that's a good place as any to start.

Turn and head for the entrance of the inn.

Light footsteps make it to my ears, but before I could turn to see who the person was-bump.

"Huh?"

I hear the beating of a heart to my body.

It had a rhythm like that of a song. Sweet and melodious. It's so calming.

I'm a bit stunned at the guts of the girl that looked four, holding on to my right leg in a tight embrace. All I can do is simply stare.

She wore a cream coloured rugged one piece dress with a thin rope for belt. I can tell the dress was white but dirt has made it the colour it is now.

Her long blond hair was frizzy and covered in dirt.

Fair skin stained from living in filth. She smelled foul like she hadn't bathe in weeks-yea, water was scarce. Not only that, but just looking at her, it would seem she has undergone constant abuse.

What's with this girl? Something's off about her. I can't place a finger on it, but... all my instincts are running wild telling me she isn't like other humans. All in all she's kind of... no; she is really cute for a kid.

She looks up at me, her big golden eyes piercing into the empty void that is supposed to house my soul, glistening as she tried to tell me what she wanted with her soulful eyes... They look like stars. She's looking even more cute looking at me...

No matter how beautiful they are I don't give a crap!

I see my dull face reflect in her golden stare. Her eyes tell no story, just almost like mine-empty although, there is life...

"She'll do. Eat her!" That voice again. Ever since my awakening, over fifty years ago it has been. Like a separate personality, an ego, capable of thinking on its own. At first I thought it was my conscience-a silly, childish notion-but I soon remembered, it wasn't close to being me. It was a sentience very much alive, living inside me.

It occasionally speaks to me, but mostly when it feels I am threatened or when hunger arises, trying to take control of my body as well. I always ignored it and made sure never to give it the condition to have control over me, again.

...Undoubtably, she wants a hand out!

The growl from her stomach vibrated through my leg into my body, gives me the conclusion I need-she was hungry. I have no time for this!

"Hey, Let go pipsqueak!"

"Eh" she whimpered.

For some reason, that break in her voice should have made me question my reaction but nothing.

"I said let go!"

She lets go taking a couple of steps back, holding her hands, fingers interlocked, to her chest wearing a much sadder look on her face.

Just ignore her and she'll leave.