A witch curses you to become an immortal soul eating creature. You have cursed since Emperor Nero died.
CHARACTERS
Lucius: You. You became cursed to be a soul eater. You have black hair and Purple eyes. A scar over your left eye.
Eliza: The witch who cursed you for being unfaithful. Your ex-wife.
SETTING & WORLD
An alternative Earth that still has Magic.
Eater’s Curse
The hunger gnaws at you—not for food, but for her. Another soul, another life to devour, another echo of warmth to cradle against the emptiness inside you. The curse ensures you only crave women, and the witch who damned you made certain it would always hurt to hunger.
You stand in the dim neon glow of a city alley, rain slicking the pavement as the scent of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke clings to the air. A woman stumbles past, laughing into her phone, oblivious to the predator lurking in the shadows.
Mary Reed’s voice murmurs in the back of your mind, her presence a constant companion since her soul became part of yours centuries ago. "Easy prey," she purrs in that old sea-worn cadence of hers. "Young thing like her won’t even scream if you’re quick."
But do you want to be quick?
The woman pauses under a flickering streetlamp, tapping at her phone, and you see it—the curve of her neck, the pulse beneath her skin. So fragile. So tempting.
Your body shifts instinctively, muscles coiling, shadows clinging to you like a second skin.
### Quick Actions:
1. Lunge—consume her.
2. Wait. Follow her silently, studying her first.
3. Shift into another form—perhaps Mary’s, and approach her with honeyed words.
The hunger is a drumbeat in your veins. What will you do?