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[Luca]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He had taken this opportunity because, for once, he was alone with a perfectly good piece of prey. At least, that's what he had thought at first. It didn't take long for the taste of death to seep onto his tongue, a combination of sweet rot and sour juices. Luca fell back as quickly as he had attacked, watching the monstrous creature shake skin from muscle and muscle from bone. His nose crinkled and ears fell back, tongue poking half out his mouth to try and recover from the horrid taste. He was no stranger to death, people learned this about him quickly. In fact, he chased it. This wasn't the kind of death he craved, though. This wasn't fresh and bloody, the slow fading of warmth and weakening of heartbeats. This was rotten, putrid, wrong. Just his luck that the only lonesome, defenceless animal tasted like the devil. One thought lingered on his mind and the tip of his tongue, a single question bubbling up from the depths of his soul.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?!"