A maelstrom of light and darkness swirled around him as its excitement grew. He felt it touch him with gentle undulations like a lover in the night. His ears popped and crackled as though a change of pressure had occurred, and for the first time, he felt it. It coursed through his veins, and merged with his mind. It was him and he, it. He now had its sight and something else. The feeling was strong. He envisioned dark scenes of slaughter. Was this its hunger? At that moment, he knew when he looked into a mirror darkness would shine behind his eyes.
We hunger now. Its voice echoed inside his head. We need sustenance.
He did not understand what it meant by hunger. Even though a hunger now lived within him, he didn’t know how to quench it. For the first time when he spoke to it, he did not use his mouth. It heard his question, and responded with a laugh that he surely thought would drive him mad.
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