166 Hunting memories of Regrettable love 5

Suddenly, the Attacker had now become the attackee.

Lenny displayed gluttony like he had never done it before.

The more he ate, the more he wanted to eat.

In their vileness and disgust, he opened up his fists to display his uglier nature.

A nature so Damned that he could even compete in beauty with the abominables of the underworld.

Every bite, every crunch, he felt as if a prouder part of him, in its enraged state, wanted to display its superiority.

This feeling was one Lenny had never felt before.

It was still him, yet it was not.

It was beautiful. Yet it was too old to be that beautiful.

It encroached upon his desire to consume like a spider making a slow dance to an already captured prey.

Teasing it to an already validated end

Yet, when it climbed to its prey, it did not eat but rather embrace.