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Supposedly she was cured, fine, rehabilitated. They pushed her out into the world even as she cried she'd do it all again.
She had.
There was blood all around her, on her, through her. Her hair was matted with it, her long-red nails caked in it, and the delectable liquid flowed over her tongue as she chewed on a chunk of flesh. Her victim was a young man, barely into adulthood, and likely never having touched a woman before. She found him easy enough to seduce, draw away, and have some 'fun'... which resulted in his gruesome death.
While one for enjoying her handiwork, the woman still had the presence of mind to leave the Hiver's home before anti-peak grew old. The food in the Asylum never accomplished anything beyond sharpening her depraved hunger
And now she was at a buffet.
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He didn't know why he couldn't stop! It wasn't his fault. He told them, just like she did, he wasn't safe yet. He couldn't control himself.
They didn't listen.
As a completely reformed and officially well man, he hooked up again with his old flames: Thievery and Espionage. It didn't matter what it was or who it was, if he could take it he did. Savings from old ladies, the gems of the rich, a child's candy... it didn't matter. Nothing did, especially whatever he stole. His ill-gotten gains were tossed into the nearest portal (He could always find it, somehow) before the thief began again.
But that wasn't all he did.
Something drove him to destroy documents, falsify deeds, twist the written word, and cause all sorts of havoc without anyone being the wiser. The Hardheads were his favorite target for such destruction, followed soon by the Fated's arduous tax records...
Ill tidings were to come.
Release
