Chapter 74
The devil beast had found its hideaway again, a place to conceal itself from marauding animals and any humans that might pass in that direction. Its belly was full, its thirst slaked. That should have been enough to sate it for awhile. But the evil in what passed for its brain was blossoming again. The earlier kill had completed the unfinished cycle in this area. It could have-probably should have-left to look for a fresh hunting ground. That's the way it was programmed.
But searching for the latest victim, the devil beast had found so much tempting prey situation perfectly for the attack. The pain shooting through its head was a direct reaction to the fact it hadn't left. It wasn't supposed to think for itself, not in its evil form. It wasn't supposed to reject its programming.