That is what life is for humans. They are but shells housing souls. The Society knew this well. They should, since I trained them. Or I should say one or two remaining angels on the dais were direct reports to me back when I first found I enjoyed a different kind of appetite.
Skip memory lane.
I hungered for a soul that wasn't free game. A little birdie warned me of Basil's distraction, a girl wearing long sleeves all the time. This same little birdie confirmed he saw this girl going in and out of the cathedral at all hours of the night, often with a red cloak. Not all of my ties were unbound with the Society. We maintained a sort of give and take, mainly when it benefited them. This girl tangling with my Harvestor wasn't smart on her part. Especially as a Cleanser. She was, after all, temporary to the Society, expendable. Others could take her place. I wanted to devour her soul. The Society no longer had use for a disobedient Cleanser.
What a marvelous deal. I'll end up with a delicious soul, the Society gets rid of an upstart. I'll get my Harvestor back.***
Drakar used to be....
He wants to devour Abby's soul and they're going to let him?
I'm just...oh goodness me.