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It was all over now.

There was nothing Jon could do.

He gave the world over to the beholding without even meaning to, and now it was all over. The whole world was ruined forever because of his insatiable hunger. He could feel everything. Every single agonized scream, every single hope of survival dying out, every single muffled sound of pain, Every twist of flesh and bone, every drop of blood soaking into the dead earth.

The worst thing was that he enjoyed it.

Every single bit of fear was like a small bite of food. Some were like hearty home cooking, while others were like gourmet meals, every element thought through to the end. Some were like finely aged wine, while others were like freshly squeezed juice. Some too sweet, some too bitter, and all of it making Jon sick to his stomach. He wanted to hold onto whatever shred of humanity he had in him, but at this point, resisting the temptation was far too difficult.

If he would look up and see who sits across the dinner table that is the end of the world, He’d see none other than Jonah Magnus Himself, eating and drinking without even bothering for manners. His shirt was stained with all manners of spots, gobbling it all up like some kind of rabid beast. If Jon didn’t know any better, he’d have thought Jonah to be of the hunt or the flesh.

But Jon knew.

And Jon knew that he would do anything to do the same.

Jon wiped at his eyes, the two he was born with, as the rest that appeared on his body refused to close, watching his pain silently. watching it all silently.

Jon brought his knees to his chest and hid his face in the fabric of his skirt.

It was all over now.