I feed on the fear of humans. I can smell it close-up, or thousands of miles away. It smells good, it blooms and blossoms within Me. Your fear, their fear, the collective fear of a species imploding.
Does that sound too human for someone who has transcended his humanity? Well, it’s not. Because I don’t NEED to feed. I just enjoy it, and Superiors do what they enjoy.
Neediness is what marks the human being. They are always in desperate need. The Superior observes, laughs, and feeds. Because a full mind is far more satisfying than a full stomach.
There is a stereotypical perception of what fear looks like. But the Superior knows better. He knows that fear wears many cloaks. He knows the most fearful try their best to hide their terror, not really from others, but from themselves, so their subconscious minds never taste the Truth of what defines them.
The tastiest fears are those desperately cloaked, yet seen, known, and personally LICKED, by Me, for Me.
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