Devour
But me, oh he found it enticing to deprive me of food and water.
Little did he know nephilim didn’t need food or water. We could survive off of energy, if it was properly concentrated. A few of his henchmen made lovely snacks to help me stay strong. Their souls weren’t as potent as I preferred, but they did me justice. I retained my strength, but left a special spot in my bottomless, soulsucking stomach, just for him.
I winced as the knee in my back pressed even harder. I did my best to try and fight against it, but they bound my beautiful wings. How was I supposed to fight against this?
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