Human sat perched at the edge of the village, nestled high in the dense branches of an ancient tree.

His grotesque form blended eerily into the shadows, smooth and featureless skin merging perfectly with the darkness around him.

His unnaturally long fingers darted downward with a whip-like precision, plucking a caterpillar from a nearby leaf.

It was a particularly fine specimen.

Thick, juicy, its tiny feet writhing frantically in protest.

He admired it for a moment, tilting his thumb-like head. Or he would have admited it if he just had eyes.

CURSES UPON THE GREEDY PERSON THAT HAD TO KEEP TWO OF THEM.

With deliberate slowness, Human slipped half of the caterpillar into the jagged slit that served as his mouth.

His "lips" curled unnaturally around the wriggling, hairy mass, a grotesque mimicry of savoring a delicacy.

Then he bit down.

The caterpillar jerked violently, its last spasms sending shivers of "delight" through him as its innards burst, coating his teeth in warm, thick juices.

A low, guttural hum rumbled in his throat as he chewed noisily, his slit of a mouth working with exaggerated motions.

It sounded like someone sloshing a half full jar of water.

The flavor was exquisite, rich and earthy, with a hint of bitterness from the hairs that scratched his gums.

It was delightfull. Simply delightfull.

He paused, licking his teeth with the thick, fleshy stump that was his tongue, savoring every trace of the creature's innards before swallowing audibly.

The remaining half of the caterpillar twitched weakly in his fingers, leaking faint trails of its insides.

Human tilted his head again and threw it into his mouth.

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He gazed down at the spectacle unfolding in front of him.

So much senseless violance.

These wretches were tearing apart their own.

Empty bodies, yes, but bodies all the same.

And flesh was the only thing that truly mattered.

And people were nothing but flesh, no matter what this fool of an apostal said.

But what would you expect from such uncultured savages.

And ugly ones at that.

He had seen their long slender legs and this disgustingly thick lips.

Simply disgusting.

If his food had been any less delectable, he would be worried of throwing up.

A flash of light in the corner of his vision caught his attention

He squinted, though without eyes, it was more a tilt of his head, and searched the crowd below.

The lightning-woman had returned.

She cut through the battlefield like a storm given form.

Dashing around, shooting light and slaughtering her way throught the corpses like she wanted to impress Human with her flashyness.

She did not.

How could a cat impress a lion after all.

Thought the metaphor had it's weaknesses, because he and her were far more apart.

Finally the villagers begun to win. Slowly on some fronts, faster on the others, but on all they had lost people.

Ten, at least that were the ones Human had counted.

It was fun seeing them die

Like slurping up maggots.

God when was the last time he was allowed to taste a maggot.

Their slimy smoothness and wriggles when they slit down his throat were always so supreme.

Some of the drones had managed the sneak around the colored savages and made their way into the centre.

Human appreciated that they slew some more savages, it was only just after all of their kin being slaughtered, and would've killed a lot more if there wasn't this one woman.

In the middle of the village stood a something between a tent and a hutt.

It's door was decorated with strips of fabric that were perfectly suited to whipe your ass.

Out bettween these curtains stepped a vage attempt at being a woman.

She looked as disgusting as the reast of these creatures but Human had to admit the speed she ended the others live with could be considered terrifying by a lesser beeing.

Her strenght may even be greater then that of the big man or the fidsy women that was still throwing around her lightning.

After she had killed the last of the five corpses Human averted his gaze.

He was bored.

Slowly his eyes crept over the scene in an attempt to find the man he was looking for.

The wierd things had abducted him and and this oversized matchstick.

Had they returned?

He wasn’t sure.

He hadn’t been paying attention.

Details like that were beneath him.

Well not entirely, after all one of them was a good friend of his.

THE SAME WHORE PERSON THAT DIDN'T WANT TO PROVE HIS FRIENDSHIP BY HELPING HUMAN OUT WITH ONE OF HIS EYES.

But that wasn't a problem.

Human was over it.

After all as the good human he was, he had to be able to forgive even TREACHERIOUS LITTLE SCUM THAT SHOULD HAVE DROWNED ALL THOSE WEEKS AGO.

Not finding either of them, even after an intense search, which consisted of him staring at people and mocking them in his mind, going on long tensions again and again, Himan finally decided the man he was looking for was truly gone.

He took a deep sigh and leaned back in the shadows, already scanning for another caterpillar to snack on.

Breakfast was the most important meal of the day after all.