That night, Jude was more agitated than normal. He sat there, on the throne of his Baron's estate, his legs trembled intensely and his hands were cold as ice.
His stomach growled, yearning for food that he could never taste. The most forbidden, unimaginable kind of food.
Mana. Flesh. Grotesque figures. The more hideous it was, the more Jude wanted to eat it.
He had made everything to become his menus. In return, his hunger saw everything as consumable.
Siderius stepped into this memory fragment. His silhouette was distorted and blurry. The vengeful hunter wasn't actually here. He was only a visitor to a time long passed.
Then Caterina appeared. She was beautiful.
Long raven hair and a dress of pure black. Her eyes were dark as the night and magic flowed through her veins like a river. Her skin was smooth and youthful. She had not become the old lady that barely able to form sentences Siderius met.
