Light of the moon shone over the barren wasteland. A great spire of bone stretched from the ground to the clouds; blood crawled down its sides. In front of it knelt a silhouette of a woman. Something was not right about this place.

          Distant from the spire stood a thin, short boy of pure white skin, crystal-blue eyes, and silk ivory locks for hair that stretched to his shoulders. He wore fine cloth articles from neck to toe, something only available to nobility. This boy bore the name of Seven.

          Seven stared at the palms of his hands in dismay; they shimmered in the blue tint of the moon above. Tilting his head upward, the boy came to realize how unusually large the moon was on this particular night.

          In checking his surroundings, Seven quickly locked his eyes on the sanguine spire. His eyes and mind wandered until spotting the silhouette at its base. ‘A person, here?’ the boy thought apprehensively.

          Time stood still as the child closed the distance between the two beings. The silhouette shaped into a great woman, larger than Seven even as she knelt. Her hair was grey and unkempt, stretching from her head to her waist. Her skin was freshly coated in blood.

          “Teddy?”, she inquired with a swift turn of her head, revealing a side of her face to Seven. Her eyes were white, lacking pupils. She lacked any clothing, her long lanky body unhidden.

          Peering up and down the unusual woman, Seven was uncertain whether her word was meant for himself. “H-hello?”, he returned. The resonance of his voice echoed in the wasteland. She turned her body in the direction of the child, revealing her monstrous form. Her fingers were long and sharp like that of a claw, her teeth akin to a shark’s, her eyes void of life. Metal chains from her legs led to the spire.

          “You’ve finally come,” she continued. Seven took a step back, wary of the woman and confused by her words. “Do I… know you?”, he asked with as much bravery as flowed through his vein. “Who is Teddy?”

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          Now squinting her eyes, the monster of a woman visually inspected Seven, seeming to finally see him. “Is that whose blood you’re covered in?”, the boy investigated. “Come closer, my child,” the woman responded, seemingly ignoring his inquiries.

          Bringing her monstrous hand upward, the woman beckoned the boy. Seven felt his legs move against his will, dragging himself closer to the great woman; the child made the supposition that she had to be the size of three great tall men if she were to stand.

          “What.. are you?”, Seven whispered to the great beast of a woman. “Is that really what you wish to ask me after travelling such a long way?”, she chuckled, revealing her rows of blades for teeth. The boy’s face grew fearful as he squeezed his eyes shut, praying for mercy.

          She shook her head in disapproval of Seven’s silent response. “I am a devourer. Of memories, strength, and power. Of whatever it is that I desire. I am a mistress of death,” she spoke in preposterous monologue.

          His heartbeat grew loud as the infection of fear had spread through his body. “I-I’m very weak… I’m worthless, just a cursed child. Y-you would gain nothing from eating me! Bad fortune, even,” Seven begged as tears rolled down his cheeks.

          “Oh, my child. You’re far more than you think,” she consoled him, petting his hair with her monstrous hand in a comforting manner.

          “Why-“, the child had begun before being cut off by the woman’s overpowering voice. Seven opened his eyes to find the woman staring deep into his own eyes. She spoke words that he could not understand, what sounded like complete gibberish.

          Seven wiped the tears from his cheeks. “I-I can’t understand what you’re saying…”, he muttered unsure of what was happening. “Are you deaf? I said I’m going to eat you!” she shouted in his face.

          His body grew cold and numb as he was squeezed by the woman’s great hands. “P-PLEASE!”, he begged as he felt the life draining from his flesh. “I’m not gonna wait any longer. I’m STARVING!”, her demeanor of speaking had seemed to change completely. The woman gripped onto Seven’s right arm and pulled him close. A sharp, searing pain shot through the child’s body as the woman sunk her rows of teeth into his shoulder. Seven’s consciousness faded to black in an instant.