"Are you enjoying your meal, Nimulli?" the spirit asked. A human man laid flat on the grass below, bleeding from the place his arm had once been, struggling to scream, squirming as hard as he could to get out of the ropes wrapped around his arms and legs. Zael took another bite of the bleeding arm in his hand, blood bursting onto his face and dripping down onto his clothes. "Yeah, but ika ufe thum schal." he swallowed. The spirit smiled menacingly, most likely living through her master and enjoying the meal as well. "So, I was wond-
"That's weird..." Before the spirit could get a sentence out, she was interrupted. She had been following Aleel around for days trying to figure out when she'd be conjured. Now that she was out of perdition, she was just waiting to level up. She was so anxious that it was nearly eating her alive, much like the man in front of her. Aleel may have been young, but it was safe to say that he was no fool. He knew what she wanted. It was the same thing they all wanted for him; to feel alive again. Literally. Clenching her jaws, the spirit said nothing.
"I'm already full. Awe maaannnn. Welp..." With a defeated sigh, the Nimulli turned to his meal, still squirming about, crushing the plants beneath him. "Looks like today's your lucky day." the child smiled warmly. Slowly Zael reached for a large stone beside him, picking it up before slamming it repeatedly onto the mans head. "You get to die quickly! You're welcome!" He laughed as blood and brains splashed around. When all was said and done he wiped his hands on the dead mans clothes, standing up to begin his journey towards the wild wild west.
"Z'Alee-" quickly the Nephilim waved his hand, causing her to vanish immediately. "You're no fun..."