I guess what I just told you was exaggerated. Sorry, let's do this again. Here's a more accurate version of what happened.
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It was like I was floating. I felt like I just woke up from a very, very long nap.i heard the sound of a pen scribbling on paper. It smelt like paper and books. The light wasn't harsh. It felt like I was drifting... And then I became aware.
I didn't open my eyes. I had no eyes. I could see anyways. It was blurry though. The floor was polishes wood, rows of bookshelves were put up. I was flying in a library? I can't really tell what's happening, to be honest. It's sort of dizzy and blurry right now. I still feel tired.
I felt myself drifting to something else. It was what I can only describe as a sharp, cold, but welcoming energy. Then, my senses sharpened. It was a human, but there was an energy around her that I just seemed to need. Time blurred and I consumed the energy. I was acting more on instinct than my thoughts as my body dragged me to a few more people. I felt full by even more tired... The little ball of darkness that I was drifted over a certain trashcan that a certain man threw a certain paper in that created a certain demonling was.
I promptly went limp and plopped into the bin of paper. Great. Do I live in trash now or something?... Oh. Yay, my sense of humor is returning... I feel more tired now though. Ah crap.
Sleep consumed me. It was actually a metamorphosis.
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→.Evolved into Class 1F Demon.←
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I WAS FINALLY AWAKE! Like, really awake. Not in that half aware half awake state. My consciousness, oh how I missed you!... I'm not a human anymore. I am demon.
Is this a problem? If I have to eat humans than it is a problem.
My past life?... It was good, I think. I miss having a human body and whatnot, but atleast I have-... Well I don't have limbs. I have a mouth. It's pretty vague, but it's less teeth and more jaw. Like if the shadow body I have, which is sorta tear drop shaped, pulled into a shape of a jaw with two sharp fangs. So this is demon life. Eat, evolve, grow, kill, hate, underpaid, overworked-
WOAH. Demon instincts... Wait underpaid...? Nevermind. I can see it better now. Dark clouds around people. Like an aura. Like they're covered in food, like that are foo-. Nope. I'm just going to move- WOAH IM MOVING. Like I. Slithering in the air? I'm sliding on ice, practically. Getting near the clouds, I feel my skin turn less defined and vaporous, it starts sucking in the clouds. it's less of a taste and more of a hunger being fulfilled.
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My body expands till I've grown to more of the size (and shape) of a football. I feel my ambiguous features become a bit sharper. They became more real. I look like a fish. Well, a tadpole with scales would be the best way to describe it. Yet I don't have a single eye. I have a sense of what's around me, and what I am, but I don't have ocular vision. Weird.
What can a little demon like me do? The people don't seem to see me... Can I touch things? Brushing up against a bookshelf proved to difficult, I felt resistance when I tried, so that's a good sign! A small book was left on a table, and but I couldn't even move that. I could feel resistance still, so I probably can move stuff later, right? I feel like I could eat more.
What else can I do?
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!!! I smell death !!!
Moving quickly through the air and slipping down through small crevices with ease, I see it. In the corner of the Library, hidden away from most people's sight, a dead mouse. Trapped in a mouse trap. Hunger.
My jaw moves above it, opening wide over it's still body.
*CH-CK!*
Little red droplets of blood drip from its body. This is delicious. It's so good. I want more. i need more. I need to eat more. I NEED TO EAT- NO. Forcing my body to let go of it, I swallow what's in my mouth. I need to resist this. If I can t resist a rat's blood, what will happen if... I find a human. Weak and vulnerable. ILL EAT IT. I need to stop this. This will be good practice.
Slowly eating the rat bit by bit... Resisting the urge a and waiting till they fade...
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→.Bloodlust Resistance Gained.←
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I went on like this for a few days. Time flew quickly. It was a good cycle. Eat human negativity, eat rats, resist all demonic urges, rinse wash and repeat. I'd done good to not leave evidence. I've even managed to push a book a little!
It's strange that I can eat rats but not push things. Something tells me it has to do with how close to death the rats are. By death I mean my stomach....
i became more defined. My scales glimmered a little, even.
I was snacking on a rat when, *Click...* Someone opened the door. My movements slowed, as I dragged the rat behind some boxes. It's quite heavy for my spiritual body.
The man looked around and sighed. He was carrying another mouse trap. He walked close it me and my rat snack. Set a trap in the other corner of the isolated room, but as he went to check on the older trap-... He froze. He saw that the cheese was gone. He started searching for the rat. DARN IT!
Moving a box he saw it. Looking through his eyes I guess it would've looked like this. A white rat lay dead behind the box. A small trail behind it. Teeth marks evident, a food bit of it's side chewed out. The room was dark.
I hadn't seen a rat get caught in a while and so I wasn't as cautious as I should've been. The man had dark blue hair. It seems as if the dead rat had scared him. He backed up slowly, then quickly opened the door and ran. To tell someone? NO! I quickly flew back to the rat. I'll eat this quickly!
*Crunch Crunch CHAWK*
NOT EVEN ITS BLOOD WILL REMAIN!!!
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