The beast submerged in a pool of patience and hunger waits for the prey to fall in its trap and then strikes at the right time only to wrap itself around a tree and hear the bones crack. It can move towards the prey with soft steps and then attack with utmost accuracy from the neck, drag it back to the den to then bask in the sun. The prey struggles, sometimes fights back but eventually gives in to its destiny and the fact that things were meant to be this way.
With blood in its mouth and an excitement which diminishes with each morsel, the devil leaves the half eaten prey, sometimes alive, badly wounded to die a slow if not already dead for it understands no mercy. However, it has been known that it can be deceived by flattery as the meal pacifies only a part of his argus faced desires.
Its more like the jungle here but the only difference here is that the prey is the devils own inner self. A civil war in the brain doesnt excite me much anymore.
