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"I'm hungry," that was the thought that came to me. It was that very thought that made me feel like those things were not scary. When I felt their presence, I felt like I was consumed by a fire, a black fire that burned everything.

Nothing remained, including myself, but I always remembered it felt like warm water. Every time it happened, I felt them disappear, and I'd get stronger.

As time passed, I wanted to eat them without burning them, I wanted to hear them scream. I imagined myself ripping them apart, as I felt the need for their flesh. The taste of warm blood going down my throat, as they resisted me in tearing it off was intoxicating.

The more they screamed, the better it felt, the blood made me lightheaded, and the black fire would cook the meat just fine with experience. It tasted sweet, as their terror rushed the adrenaline into their blood, and the fatty bits became succulent.

...It just tasted so good, I thought they were spirits?

There were bad times though, cause I had the feeling I was doing something wrong.

I remembered the feeling of those white strings getting stuck in my teeth. It angered me, and I would rip myself away. They would try to crawl away, and I'd go for their throats, and for the female creatures, I'd smile at them. I kissed them, I'd bite their lips, and rip off whatever they wore. I'd play with them, as I bit into them, as I ate their warm flesh.

The desire to destroy those things that bothered me grew, and every time I became drunk on it. To everyone I was a normal kid, but when those hands reached out for me from the void, I smiled.

Whenever I felt something, I felt a fire, eventually it became second nature to me. As I progressed, the bodies of the males disgusted me. I'd eat the souls in the fire, as the fire became my stomach, but I refrained from their bodies with my actual body. On the other hand, females were open season until they no longer had flesh, just bones.

It lasted for a few years, but I became increasingly isolated. It was harder for me as people felt off near me. I watched them, and copied their actions to the point I talked to a few of them, but they never became more than that. I don't eat the living, so why do they fear me I thought. I never told anyone, I know what I did wasn't normal.

Eventually I felt bad about it, I began to read books to escape. The books taught me morals, though sometimes I rooted for the bad guys. I watched shows about Naruto, and yu yu hakusho, even about being a rogue like in outlaw star. They taught me things, the one that had the most impact in me though was S cry ed. The last fight made me a better person, and my fire became whiter.

I was also surprised when the white fire touched them. The bones gained flesh, and all of them became people, they laughed with tears in their eyes as they floated into the sky. I stopped eating souls after that, but it felt like I ate the black stuff on their souls. A part of their souls fed me, and the need for me to burn myself came.

I imagined a beautiful colossal dragon breathing down on me, the fire consumed the entire area, and I was purified like a relic repeatedly. I began to feel the urge to burn myself as I made the souls ascend, the bad luck I got from them gave me a filthy feeling. So I found those who commit evil, and i would trade their luck instead, all the bad luck went to them.

I began to do good things, and I began to make more friends. Sadly, I was still a taint, so it never went further. I understood many things I never was able to understand. That I was acting like a focal point for the dead. They would ascend, as the filth remained. I began to imagine myself spreading around the world. Bad guys would begin to fail more, the really evil ones would be betrayed, for them, I ate their souls, and turned it into good.

I'd act like a refinery, and the real filth would concentrate. I'd break it little by little, and give it to the bad, as their lives became a misery. If they began to repent, then I'd give them the chance, but many a time I still felt the desire to burn. For some reason I learned a bit of feng shui, and yin, and yang. I didn't really care for the country, as all I heard was book burning, but the things they burned were useful to me.

Sadly though, I didn't have enough power to affect bigger focal points of energy, but at least I grew in strength. I felt like I was a new person, and things were different. So different that something weird happened that night.

That night I had a dream, it was my guardian angel, many of her feathers were black, and her eyes were black, and white. She took me from that filthy house, she saved me, and she herself escaped.

The skeleton hands began to go away, as they turned into people, and things began to calm down. That was when I began to forget, and everything got hazy.

Regardless, I thought of doing good, that even in games, although I would mostly always side with the evil organization, I would always do good. I would destroy those that worked with me, and do good things.

Even when I saw people turning to evil, I would warn them, and tell some of the hardships I faced in life, being homeless, kicked out of my home multiple times, ostracized, and many others. They would look scared, but at least they would know what doing evil could end up on.

Sadly as the years passed, I became twisted, as I suffered more, I thought of doing evil things. I thought of returning to then, even when I didn't know what that then was. That was when I got them back, and the day I died on the surface....