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 #13 - BLOODSHED
I got to visit some dungeons and it was pretty fun. I got to look at some new places, places that the sisters never got to show me. I also got to look at some new Pokemon. I also got to maul them. Decapitate them. Savour them. Their blood in my mouth & on my hands only make myself feel warmer. The cold from both the armor and from everything that had happened to me to get to this point got overwhelming. I sometimes wish I could just drench myself in blood for the rest of my life.
I also got this habit of licking the hell out of myself after fights, usually to clean myself up. Maybe that’s a weremon thing. I don’t know. Also, ow, I don’t remember my tongue hurting this bad. But hey, it is very useful for getting the most flesh out of food.
Anyway, with no other thing I could do to go back, guess I’ll just embrace it all. Go crazy. Indulge as much as I can. Especially with the power I could never have. I might as well enjoy myself before eventually perishing.
(Some of the entry is very hard to read, probably from the many blood splatters on it. A bite mark could be found from the previous entry & there’s also some drool as well. That’s probably from Demise getting hungry while writing this entry. Not only that, but there are also some smaller claw marks, probably from him transforming into his unmasked form. Seems that next entries will get harder and harder to read…)