The Hungry

  

The Hungry

There is a beast that lives in the deep shadows, where no animal has ever seen it's true face. It calls to it's followers, a selection from those who have felt ostracized from the pack.

It tells it's followers:

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat?"

"Well, you could eat plants and berries like the small birds and herbivores. But you are not like Them. You are better because you eat meat. So you must eat them and feed Me."

And they do.

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat?"

"Well, you could eat bugs and fish like the small mammals. But you are not like Them. You are better because you eat the strong. So you must eat them and feed Me."

And they do.

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat?"

"Well, you could eat the already dead like the scavengers. But you are not like Them. You are better because you eat the live. So you must eat them and feed Me."

And they do.

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat?"

"Well, you could eat the point-eared creatures. Because you are not like Them. You are better because you are born that way. So you must eat them and feed Me."

And they do.

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat?"

"Well, you could eat the brown-furred creatures. Because they are not like You. You are better because you are born with golden fur like mine. So we must eat them and feed Me."

And they do.

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat?"

"Well, you could eat the other lions. Because they are not You. You are better because you are like me. So we must eat them and feed Me."

And they do.

"I am Hungry. So are you."

"What must we eat? There is no one here but us."

"Well, then I think I must eat You."

"Because..."

"You are just like them,"

"For, to me, you are all food,"

"And I am Hungry."