[MommyAlien]

"I am surprised you have lived this long cat... Esshar is no safe place for such a small creature."

 

One by one her friends fell... and those trusted became her enemies. 

What makes you a hero in this world? The death of another? It soon became clear to the mentally decaying cat...

The craving became stronger, unable to keep her primal instincts at bay.

In the shadows the cat sat wondering.

Would the death of another make her the hero.

Would it sate her cravings?

Only time would tell if it would take over.

[MommyAlien]

"Kitty kitty are you hungry?"

Starving. The cravings growing louder.

Sanity depleting.

The beast was released at what cost.

What is the difference between right and wrong anymore?

The lines are slowly becoming blurred.

Feed it.

Flesh.

[MommyAlien]

"Was it all you could dreamt of cat?"

And more.
What was once fear that consumed the feline is now rage.
Why her? What made her better?
A hunger that could never be satisfied. 
Was she prettier?
The grumbling at the pits of her stomach, no other food could prolong the pain.
Did she give you everything I did.
The drool that dribbles from the beasts jaws.
I hope you are happy.
The Beast would call for more.
I will die trying to make sure you never smile again....dear.
Finish the job.