It is raining. I am alone—completely alone.
I became a man‑eating demon. I don't know how or when. I just suddenly blacked out and woke up in this apartment, in some country called Serbia, in the body of an eighteen‑year‑old kid. His parents had just died, and he barely survived. He was discharged from the hospital yesterday, and early this morning I woke up in his place.
[Satiety 9/100]
[08:59] [Before entering a gluttonous state, feed]
"I don't know what that is. I mean, I know it's a system, alright—I was a weeb myself in my previous life. Anyway, satiety is dropping exactly one point per hour, which means I have nine hours left."
I didn't know how wrong I was.
"So I just gotta eat something."
I went to the fridge and took out some salami. There was also some bread on the kitchen counter. As I started eating and chewing, the moment I swallowed, I threw it all up. So much came out of me—I didn't understand how.
[Inability of the stomach to break down food]
[Eat human flesh]
Eat human flesh. I don't know what to even think about it. I just hope this is a dream, but deep inside my brain, I know it isn't. It just couldn't be. A dream this clear would be lucid dreaming—and if I were lucid, I'd be aware of it. I wish I weren't here, and yet nothing changes. That leaves only one conclusion: either I'm in hell or I've been reincarnated. But I'm pretty sure hell doesn't look like this. I wasn't really a church-going guy. I did believe in something, maybe a higher power. I don't know—not that it matters right now.
I don't know what to do, honestly. Even if I wanted to, who could I kill? There's a neighbor, right? She's female. I could probably overpower her, right? Hunger—this hunger—is unbearable. My stomach hurts. It doesn't even come close to describing it. I haven't eaten in two or three days, but this… this is different. It's more than hunger. It's unbearable. It's all I can think about.
Oh God. Oh God, really? Really? I mean, what did I do to deserve this?
Okay. I've made up my mind. I know my neighbor comes around three o'clock. I'll wait, and when I hear the elevator, I'll pretend I'm going out. And if I see her, I'll wait, break into her apartment… eat her. I mean, it's probably a dream, right? So it doesn't matter if I kill her. Yeah, it's probably a dream. Yeah, it's a dream. For sure, it's a dream.
The clock struck three p.m., and right on cue I heard the elevator stop, followed by footsteps in the hallway. As I stepped out of my apartment, I saw her enter hers. She locked the door behind her. I walked past, heading for the elevator.
I whent down and then returned by to my floor.
When I returned, the elevator opened onto my floor. I stood in front of her door, unsure. Do I knock? Or do I break it down?
No. I'll knock.
I knocked.
It took about five seconds for her to open the door. The moment she did, I forced my way inside and tackled her. I was much bigger than her—she was maybe one‑sixty, one‑seventy at most, light, fragile. She screamed, but before anyone could hear, I silenced her. When she stopped struggling, she stopped moving.
I didn't feel anything. No panic. No guilt. It felt mechanical, distant—like preparing livestock for slaughter.
I dragged her inside and closed the door.
What followed was instinct. Hunger. Something ancient and overwhelming. Consuming her was intoxicating, euphoric, yet still not enough. The taste was indescribable—rich, perfect, almost unreal. I lost all sense of time, of restraint, of humanity.
When it was over, there was nothing left of her but what couldn't be consumed.
I cleaned myself in the shower. As the water washed everything away, a prompt appeared in my mind.
[Congratulations. You have consumed an entire female human.]
Another screen followed
" SYSTEM STATUS "
Name: Filip Dončić
Race: Demon
◈ STATUS
Level: 1
EXP: 20 / 100
◈ ATTRIBUTES
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Agility: 2
Constitution: 2
Soul: 5
Skills:
Blank
◈ VITAL METER
Satiety: 57/ 100
Afterward, I went into her bedroom and slept.
In the morning, I packed my things and left. I took a car that had belonged to my mother and drove nearly eighty miles out of the city, to a village where my father's family once lived. There was an old house there, abandoned, forgotten.
I woke up the next morning—and immediately realized it wasn't safe.
As I stepped outside, a ray of sunlight touched my hand. Pain exploded through my skin, and it began to break apart before my eyes. I didn't hesitate. I stumbled back inside and slammed the door shut.
Idiot.
The night I escaped after killing my neighbor, it had been dark. Thick clouds had covered the sky. I hadn't even considered the sun.
So sunlight was a weakness.
Another rule to accept.
I still couldn't fully grasp what I had become. A demon. A thing that had eaten a human being. But denial wouldn't keep me alive. If I wanted to survive, I had to stop thinking like a person.
I was in a village. That meant food—limited food. Small population, familiar faces. I knew where some of the younger people lived, but daylight made everything impossible. Night would have to come first.
One thing bothered me.
My skills were empty.
No night vision. No claws. No inhuman senses. For something called a demon, I felt painfully unfinished. Weak.
Eventually, I went back to sleep.
Night came.
I left the house and walked through the village, keeping to the shadows. It was October, cold enough to bite—around twelve degrees, maybe less. I dressed to blend in: black jeans, black coat, dark shoes.
In the mirror earlier, I'd barely recognized myself. My skin was paler. Thinner. Tighter. Whatever fat this body once had was gone, burned away while I slept. I wouldn't be able to pass as human for much longer.
I needed a plan.
Leave the country. Or go somewhere larger, crowded enough to disappear. But crowds meant risks. Guns. Groups. I wasn't invincible—not even close.
My strength was maybe twice that of an average human. Enough to overpower one person. Not enough to survive several. My regeneration was slow. I'd tested it the night before. My skin was tougher, but not indestructible.
Careless mistakes would get me killed.
I crossed to the other side of the village, guided by memories that weren't mine. The house I stopped at held five people. Two older ones. Three younger.
One scent stood out.
I didn't think about what that meant. Thinking too much made hesitation creep in.
I climbed the fence and reached the roof. It was close to eleven. I waited until the house went quiet.
The door wasn't locked.
Of course it wasn't. This was a village. People trusted fences more than locks.
Inside, the house split into two sections. I avoided the older couple. Their presence felt dull, faded. I moved toward the younger ones instead.
Then I heard crying.
A child.
The mother moved through the hallway, and I flattened myself against the wall, holding my breath. When she disappeared into the room, I slipped into the other bedroom.
What happened next was fast. Silent. Necessary.
Afterward, the house felt different. Quieter. Heavier.
I didn't stay long.
When I finally left, the hunger was gone.
And then, the system spoke.
" SYSTEM UPDATE "
Level Up! ✅
Level: 1 → 2
Updated Stats (Level 2):
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Agility: 3
Constitution: 3
Soul: 5
◈ VITAL METER
Satiety: 100/ 100
[Trait gained : DEMONIC EYES-{Lvl1}~Demonic eyes allow demon to better asses his prey and see during the night his most perfect time to hunt as nocturnal hunter~
After my hunger was satisfied, I went back to the house.
I sat down and forced myself to think clearly. I didn't have the luxury of panic anymore, so I started listing things—fast, methodical.
First: sunlight.
That was my most obvious weakness. Direct exposure damaged me almost instantly.
Second: my head.
If it were destroyed, or if I were decapitated, I was almost certain I would die. Beyond that, I didn't notice any other immediate fatal weaknesses.
Which meant I was durable—but not immortal.
The real problem was location. I needed to get to a large city, somewhere I could disappear. But travel was complicated. Nighttime movement was safest, but not always practical.
I experimented.
As long as my skin wasn't in direct contact with sunlight, it didn't burn. Clouds helped. Shade helped. Walking during the day felt uncomfortable—wrong—but it didn't weaken me or injure me unless the sun touched me directly.
So the rule was simple:
Direct sunlight kills. Indirect sunlight does not.
That made things easier.
Another thing changed.
After leveling up, I gained a skill.
Demonic Eye.
When active, it allowed me to see information about humans: their names, basic parameters, and whether killing them would grant me experience. It even displayed a threat level.
Useful. Disturbingly so.
I hadn't tested it on anyone yet. I hadn't seen anyone since I got back. That, in itself, was unsettling.
I had already taken care of what was left behind. The system confirmed the values clearly:
Men granted 10 EXP.
Women granted 20EXP.
Babies granted 100EXP.
I didn't understand why. There had to be some internal logic to it—biological, spiritual, something. The system didn't explain. It never did.
I tried again to eat normal food after returning home.
I threw it up immediately.
Same result as before.
My satiety dropped by one point every hour. That gave me roughly four days before I lost control.
Four days to figure out everything.
A bigger city was the answer. Somewhere dense. Somewhere chaotic. Somewhere with shadows tall enough to block the sky.
America came to mind. New York, specifically. Skyscrapers. Constant movement. Nearly nine million people. If I disappeared there, I might actually stay disappeared.
After everything, exhaustion finally caught up to me.
I lay down.
I would think about the rest after I woke up.
As soon as the sun set, I woke up again.
I needed a plan.
The chances of them catching me were low. At least, that's what logic told me. There were no bodies. Just disappearances. Someone would have to notice first, then alert the police, then convince them something criminal had happened. That took time. Time I still had.
Not much—but enough.
If I used this body's identity while it was still valid, I could move openly, just long enough. After that, I could vanish for real. Names were temporary. Faces even more so.
The only problem was the sun.
I couldn't travel freely during the day, but clouds changed things. Shade softened the damage. As long as I avoided direct exposure, I could move without burning. It was uncomfortable, but survivable.
So that was the plan.
Wait for a day thick with clouds.
Go to the city.
Set things in motion.
Once I crossed that threshold, I wouldn't come back.
Night fell.
I dressed in dark clothes—boots, pants, coat, a baseball cap—and left the house. The village was almost completely unlit. Only the main road had lamps. Everywhere else, darkness pooled thick and quiet.
It took about ten minutes to reach the house on the outskirts.
It was close to one in the morning.
My satiety was dangerously low.
I crossed the fence easily. It was barely chest‑high. The house, like most others here, wasn't locked. People trusted the dark too much.
Inside, I could hear them breathing.
Sleeping.
As I stepped into the hallway, someone stirred. My body tensed. For a moment, I thought I'd been noticed.
Then I heard footsteps moving away.
The husband. Heading for the bathroom.
I saw him
Target 1:
Name: ???
Sex: Male
Age: ~40s
Threat Level: Low
EXP Yield: 10
I waited.
As I waited for him to sit down, to relax, as he sat upon the toilet, I rushed him and he screamed.
I succeed in shutting him up before he woke the wife, probably. He started fighting me, but in a few seconds, I grabbed him and choked him and it took me about 15 seconds to kill him and snap his neck.
After that, I have gone to the room. The wife didn't wake up.
Target 2:
Name: ???
Sex: Female
Age: ~40s
Threat Level: Low
EXP Yield: 20
I came back for the husband's body. I showered it because he was shitting and I took him to the bedroom. I also dealt with her and after that, I started feasting.
◈ EXPERIENCE
EXP Gained:
Human Male → +10 EXP
Human Female → +20 EXP
Total Gained: +30 EXP
◈ VITAL METER
Satiety: 3 → 100 / 100
◈ STATUS
Level: 2
EXP: 50 → 80 / 100
After I finished feeding, I made sure nothing was left behind.
What couldn't be consumed was removed. Broken down. Packed away. I chose a container large enough to hold what mattered—dense, unyielding things that wouldn't easily disappear on their own. When I was done, there was no trace of what had happened inside that house.
Then I returned home.
Once again, I had bought myself time.
Four more days.
I just needed one cloudy day. One stretch of sky thick enough to hide the sun. It was the end of the year, which helped. Cold didn't bother me much, and winter meant clouds. Shorter days. Longer nights.
Luck, maybe.
I hoped the visa would come through before anyone started connecting dots that didn't really exist. Fear lingered in the back of my mind, but when I examined it honestly, there was nothing for them to find.
No bodies.
No evidence.
Just absences.
The neighbor was missing. So was the family. Now another couple. But villages don't panic immediately. People assume explanations before they assume the worst. Especially when nothing is visible.
Still—too many disappearances in one place would draw attention. This wasn't sustainable.
I needed to be more discreet.
Maybe the next time, I'd go to the city. Someone random. Someone no one would miss right away.
The irony wasn't lost on me.
Humans eat animals without thinking. Pigs. Chickens. Cattle. Entire lives reduced to meals. I was doing the same—only my prey walked upright and spoke.
The circle of life, they called it.
To humans, I would be a monster. But monsters don't starve themselves out of principle. No creature in this universe chooses death because it refuses to eat.
I didn't choose this nature.
But I would obey it.
By now, I'd killed more people than I could count comfortably. I was already past the point of pretending otherwise. Whatever humanity I once had was gone.
I was a demon.
Filip was dead.
And one day, I would be strong enough that hiding wouldn't matter anymore.
I didn't have a grand goal. No destiny. No righteous cause.
I just wanted to live.
And if living meant feeding—then I would feed.
Because when I consumed human flesh, it wasn't just hunger being satisfied.
It felt right.
Anyway after eating i just wanted to sleep.