37 Wonderful Feast part 4

Name:Unusual world Author:Loyalscum
As Desmond entered Ingram's body he saw there was something different about Ingram's soul it was dark and gray. His soul was so bleak it made him feel sad just looking at it.

"What's going on it's like I'm watching someone crying" Desmond knows all souls were different yet he had never encountered a soul like this. Ingram had suffered months of torture at the hand of Vincent for what he did waiting for that old man to come to rescue him. The physical and physiological anguish he went through is not something many people can endure and come out unscathed.

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Even after lasting all that time clinging on to that thin thread of hope he had it severed when he was told by the man he regarded as a father he was abandoning him.

The man he cared for the most no longer loved him back to prove it he even ended Ingram's life with his own hands, how could such a thing not break a man.

Desmond understood this he was just amazed by the changes it brought to Ingram's soul. The force of Ingram's soul came charging at Desmond's soul it made the space the two resided in feel like taking a swim in a marsh. The energy around Desmond was thick enough to be cut with a knife which was Impressive because Ingram's soul wasn't all that special.

"Interesting despite his soul being so lackluster he could mobilize much more force than I could at that size and the aura he is giving off feels eerie. It gives off a sense of danger that I didn't feel from the other guys I consumed.

Even all around me, I can hear Ingram's screaming in pain, begging for forgiveness, and him crying all around me. Could this be it how a soul gains different traits through life experiences?".

Ingram's wails grow louder as the inexperienced fool somehow manages to consolidate his power into a misty figure of himself as he comes charging at me with fingers that turned into daggers.

"Fuck you I can't even do that yet, you just died and you're pulling off stunts like this I call hacks".

Desmond was a bit peeved by Ingram's cheat like skills, but he wasn't worried because he was far stronger than Ingram was now. He had already consumed the souls of 8 people today each of those souls was stronger than how Desmond originally was.

It took him little effort to push back Ingram's advances with overwhelming force. His soul shined bright like a lightbulb driving away Ingram's energy and laming into his apparition. It tried to pushback only to get destroyed by another wave of Desmond's spirit energy.

Having suppressed Ingram, Desmond wrapped his threads around Ingram's soul tightly, he wanted to see what would happen if he poped a soul this way. Ingram resisted too much forcing a stalemate even though Desmond was stronger so he condensed his energy just like he did in his first fight as a soul.

When his energy was finished charging he shot out a thick blue beam that was far more powerful than his first time shooting it right at Ingram. While it did look nice and powerful there was no shortage of people in this world that could simply flick it away.

The blast pierced Ingram's soul expanding him like a balloon till he blew up in a big explosion. Use to the scene of a soul exploding Desmond disregard looking at it and rushed to eat Ingram's soul.

While eating Ingram's soul Desmond got the shock of his life "what is this the flavor it's absolutely out of this world. It has a perfect salty sweet taste yet as refreshing and juicy as a freshly plucked peach on a summer morning. No, I'm wrong this is the first drop of milk you drink when you are born.

No, yet again I'm wrong these flavors they keep changing It is not one thing, but everything. Could this be the reason why devils again demons collect souls and inflict so much pain and torment on them? Is it all for this taste and the power that fills your body. Truly eating something like this could bring joy to even the bleakest of lives. I absolutely must have seconds is there more? Looking around Desmond was disappointed to find nothing.

Done with Ingram's soul Desmond swaggers over to Vincent's body and tips his invisible hat to him. "My thanks to the chef I may have added the finishing touches but you broke him. If it wasn't for you I may never have feasted on such a soul.

While you weren't the greatest of men you proved to be a gift to us all a gift that just keeps on giving even in death. For that, I give you the praise deserving of a good man no, ... My mistake a holy man. That is what they called you his holiness Vincent Marino it truly was a fitting name for you".

While thanking Vincent for the meal Desmond suddenly snapped awake "what in the world am I doing? why would I be thanking this man after all the terrible things he did to Ingram. Oh my god, Ingram, I get that he may have noticed something was up when I couldn't really answer any questions about the shard past of him and the old man, but I could have just avoided him and never talked with him again that would have made sense I didn't have to kill him. Life is precious ..."

Without warning, Desmond started to laugh "what's going on why did I start laughing all I was talking about was the value of life"

Once again Desmond started laughing even harder "What's so funny that I keep laughing everyone deserves the right to live a life free, happy and ..." the sentence couldn't even be finished before Desmond started laughing again.

"What's going on with me it's like I'm missing the joke, but I keep laughing anyway". Thinking he knew the problem Desmond walked towards Claire's dead body then started speaking "I took this life in self defense I didn't enjoy ... *snicker*, I didn't enjoy... *snicker* come on you can do it. I didn't enjoy ... *snicker* "

Desmond couldn't hold himself back any longer the harder he tried the funnier it got " oh my god I have to stop It's too funny I'm going to make my self pee".

Soon he found himself on the floor laughing his ass off while hold in his stomach occasionally he took a look at the people he killed and laughed some more. It was all like a joke to him a joke that got better each time you read it.