Playing with the demons in my head

Crack! Amongst the pines, one could hear the splintering of bone as Sephiran ravaged the body of a whitetail fetus. Intertwined with that were animalistic, guttural growls that resonated from deep within the boy’s chest. The scene that surrounded him was gruesome, as he had taken his time slaying the mother, who was pregnant with a single fawn. She had been an easy target, but that wasn’t why Sephiran had chosen her out of her herd. No, it was because the thought of slicing the fawn out of her belly, so that he could mutilate it and study its anatomy, was too enticing for him to resist.

He had already removed the fawn from the abdominal cavity, having draped a strand of intestines over his shoulders for fun, before he went to work on crunching through the bone to reach the cavity inside. He wanted to harvest the marrow, because his father had taught him it would make him stronger if he consumed it. And it tasted good. And, if he could crack it open just right, he could see the anatomical structures inside, which would quench his thirst for that morbid knowledge.

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