Meal Time

By T. Dalton

Ozonid The Demon

Ozonid preferred the souls of children. It didn’t need them. As a demon, any soul would. Consuming the lifeforce of the living, well, that’s what a demon did. But there was something more, sweet, about a child’s soul. A man could fill you up for a decade, but leave you bloated and irritable. A woman was delicious, sure. Who didn’t women? But it could be greasy, full of malcontents. With children, their souls were pure and innocent. Drinking their life was like sipping honey and nectar...if a demon could do that.

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