ANGER - Volume 2 Chapter 2

“I turned eight flaming eyes back to the remaining three-and-twenty elders who were cowering on the pile of dead and damaged children, at the furthest part of the pier. “Does the heart of the child you tortured still beat?” My four voices roared into the petrified night. 

“Yes… yes,” the elders trembled. 

“Good. Feed him the head of your fallen companion.” The elders kneeled and sobbed as they did crack their companion’s head open like a coconut and feed it to the child in messy clumped handfuls of brain matter. The child received the meal, sitting up as strength returned to his body…”