Journal of a Noble Little Heart
The Ceruledge cursed with lycanthropy, Demise, has always kept a journal on him even as a Charcadet to ramble about his dreams & aspirations. Nowadays, he uses it to weep about the many things he wished he could do but can't anymore due to his instabilty.
Author's Notes
CW // Implied cannibalism here and there, also mentions of murder
Entry #12 - REVENGE
It’s been a while since I last had enough control to sit down and write in this journal. I was thrown into this new world in the middle of nowhere, and since then I’ve been wandering around, looking at fresh food to eat, and fighting new opponents. It was…a time.
I’ve gotten used to my transformations to the point where I can now transform part of myself for certain attacks. For Shadow Claw specifically, I find that it tends to deal more damage when my hands are transformed into wolf claws, so that’s what I’ve been doing.
As for whatever the fuck happened over there? Nah, not over it, I think I took down like half of the city with the sheer anger I was feeling. I didn’t know what I did to these Pokemon, but one thing’s for sure: they were dead and I already ate them. With them expecting from me and giving me nothing else, at least they could’ve done was to give me some unforgettable meals. I will never forget the euphoria from eating the same Pokemon who treated me like trash.
But yeah, not much going on here. I guess.
(Part of this entry has claw marks & some blood splatters, presumably from Demise losing control a few times while writing this entry. There was also a bite mark which could be mostly seen on his page & in the future ones. Probably from an unmasked Demise that assumed his own journal was food before realizing what he had done.